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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was five or six I tried digging tro China in our backyard strawberry garden. I dug the hole much wider than it was deep and at that rate I probably would have taken ten lifetimes to reach where I was going.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My first crush was in Grade Two, I guess I was about six or seven. I wrote a love note for a girl in my class named Shauna and passed it to the boy in front of me to give to her. Instead he read it out loud to the whole class. I almost died.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When I was&amp;nbsp;seven or eight I ran away from home. I packed a few things and walked North (!) to Hawaii through our local park. I was going to hop on a train but I couldn't figure out which one went there, got hungry and came home. I was gone for about half an hour.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In Grade Four I had a wicked crush on my teacher for the year. (Her initials were G.G. but with the way she wrote it we used to call her "88".) I stayed late to help her prep for the next day, told her I loved her and she said she loved me back. She handled it so well, I'll always be grateful to her for not breaking my heart.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When I was about nine I tried to chop down our poplar tree with the back of a claw hammer. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I went to the ballet on a field trip when I was about ten. Not because I liked the ballet but because I was the only boy on a school bus full of girls. Loved every minute of it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My brother and I used to catch snakes in our local field by the railway tracks. When I was about eleven we put some of them in a bucket, covered it and went out for the day. When we returned my mother was furious; they had escaped in the laundry room. She didn't realize it until one of the snakes poked its head out of a sock. I almost didn't make it to my next birthday.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My friend and I once set a very small fire on the tracks after a train had passed. The train stopped and the conductor (at the end of the train) called us over. I thought we were in serious trouble, but instead of giving us a lecture he showed us around inside the caboose. We never set a fire again.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I wore braces and headgear in my early teens and hated every minute of it. In total I've had eight teeth removed although luckily you'd never know it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I used to sleep over at my best friend's house, and in the summer we use to sneak out of the house late at night and hop through people's backyards. One time we made too much noise and a friend of mine got spotted by the homeowner. We got scared, took off and left him there. (Some friend huh?)&lt;/li&gt;
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To feel the sway upon your hips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be the drop that leaves your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To trace your curves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To split your seams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be the flesh that fills your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To dive into your deepest part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And break the glass around your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To swim your secrets one by one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To catch you as you come undone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel my hands as they dig in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath the fabric of your skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To fight daybreak's impending gloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To cast love-shadows in your room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To consume your will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To steal your breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To lead you to your little death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To put your fears upon the shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To close your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm happy to say that tomorrow I'll be posting the first poem I've written in months. Feels good. =)&lt;br /&gt;
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Time now for the 56th round of Secret Sunday, a chance to anonymously share secrets and/or fantasies you've been keeping to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty. &lt;br /&gt;
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1) This is open to anyone who wants to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) If this is something you'd like to run on your blog please feel free. Let me know and I'll follow along.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-4721921866576890841?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/tu45C8nCraQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/4721921866576890841/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-sunday_22.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/4721921866576890841?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/4721921866576890841?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/tu45C8nCraQ/secret-sunday_22.html" title="Secret Sunday" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmdmNJiPEgY/Txwr0uauy6I/AAAAAAAADEw/HLlqGNRzF54/s72-c/secret7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-sunday_22.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DQX89fCp7ImA9WhRUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-2531624357694784232</id><published>2012-01-21T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:41:10.164-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T14:41:10.164-05:00</app:edited><title>PDA</title><content type="html">People's reactions to&amp;nbsp;PDAs (public displays of affection) are interesting, and usually fall under one of two main&amp;nbsp;categories. There's "Aww that's so sweet!", usually from&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;under forty who are generally pretty accepting of these things. The forty-plus crowd is a mixed bag but this is where the "Why don't you two get a room!" comments start. Fifties and over say this too but for some reason feel it's often&amp;nbsp;also a good idea to include a lecture about appropriateness and all that crap. &lt;br /&gt;
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I love PDAs.&amp;nbsp;The first thing I saw when I arrived in Paris so many years ago was a couple reclining on a park bench, locked in an everlasting kiss as if it was their last. I loved seeing that and wished my camera was handy, I'll always consider it the shot that got away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sandy and I are always affectionate in public. We hold hands, hug and act goofy. Sometimes I'll&amp;nbsp;get an overwhelming urge to grab her and&amp;nbsp;we'll kiss like no one's watching. Of course they usually are, we just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you feel about PDA's? Do you and your significant other act as affectionate&amp;nbsp;in public&amp;nbsp;as you would at home, or do you feel it isn't appropriate? I'd love to hear your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of﻿ the best things about blogging is the chance to correspond with&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;from all over the world. There are few things I love more than getting something from a&amp;nbsp;long-distance friend in the mailbox,&amp;nbsp;it's&amp;nbsp;a physical way of making our connection stronger.&amp;nbsp;I hold onto anything you guys send me, and on the weekend I&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;decided to get it&amp;nbsp;organized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So here's what I came up with. It starts with a Dec 9, 2009 webcam video from a very dear friend in Cairo that I burned to CD. I didn't take a picture of it, but Mae if you're reading it means just as much to me today as it did then.&amp;nbsp;I've put this stuff in order by date because, well, that's just me. Unless noted&amp;nbsp;each friend has their own page...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(left)﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dec 2010. My first 'bloggy' Christmas card. Such a thoughtful friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(right)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jan 2011. One of those notes that makes you&amp;nbsp;feel lucky to&amp;nbsp;know someone. And on the left of that page, a token of thanks from her beloved pup for the birthday poem I wrote her. (The one and only poem I've written&amp;nbsp;for a dog, BTW).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(left)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; June 13, 2011. This note was included with some bath gel, shaving gel and Hugo Boss cologne from a friend who worked in a bath and body shop. Proof that blogging can be good for your health and personal hygiene. &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dec 14, 2011. Another&amp;nbsp;CD&amp;nbsp;sent&amp;nbsp;to add to the others, this time a recording of a friend of her husband's. I love being introduced to different kinds of music, especially when it's as personal as this is. I've blanked out names on the Christmas card for this photo but&amp;nbsp;not her upcoming addition. B., I'm as excited that you're expecting as I would be if you were someone in my own family. Can't help feel that I'm going to be an uncle, or at least a virtual uncle!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So there you go, that's it for now but I plan to do another post like this down the road. If you ever wonder what blogging relationships mean to me this should tell you. Keep those cards and letters coming, and I'll do the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-646844446697976552?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/vPBqhq77Svc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/646844446697976552/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/letters-from-you-souvenirs-from-my.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/646844446697976552?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/646844446697976552?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/vPBqhq77Svc/letters-from-you-souvenirs-from-my.html" title="Letters From You (Souvenirs From My Blogging Friends)" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNHNLv_X7T4/TxJjgCep3nI/AAAAAAAADDY/hg9Y2b1vywI/s72-c/blogger+stuff2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/letters-from-you-souvenirs-from-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEARXs8eip7ImA9WhRVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-1813020469241946342</id><published>2012-01-15T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:14:04.572-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T12:14:04.572-05:00</app:edited><title>Secret Sunday</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dHBEGfYdDD8/TxMJKQgklGI/AAAAAAAADDg/CO6LZsuXHXM/s1600/secret13+done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dHBEGfYdDD8/TxMJKQgklGI/AAAAAAAADDg/CO6LZsuXHXM/s400/secret13+done.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And now to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-1813020469241946342?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/Yimc4NXxbcc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/1813020469241946342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-sunday_15.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/1813020469241946342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/1813020469241946342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/Yimc4NXxbcc/secret-sunday_15.html" title="Secret Sunday" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dHBEGfYdDD8/TxMJKQgklGI/AAAAAAAADDg/CO6LZsuXHXM/s72-c/secret13+done.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-sunday_15.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFR384cCp7ImA9WhRVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-5813215323014486086</id><published>2012-01-12T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:18:36.138-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T21:18:36.138-05:00</app:edited><title>Holding the Cards</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_415SAitJs/TwuxlloLOHI/AAAAAAAADC4/wwcsby6MFX4/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_415SAitJs/TwuxlloLOHI/AAAAAAAADC4/wwcsby6MFX4/s400/076.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last year I decided it would be a good idea to pick up a&amp;nbsp;holder for my personal blogging 'business' cards. Most of the places I checked didn't carry them, and the ones that did (engraving shops) usually dealt with more ornate holders. I didn't want anything too pretentious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then a couple days after Christmas we were walking through a store when I&amp;nbsp;happened to stumble across this great little gadget. It's a plastic case with two heavy elastic bands attached to the cap&amp;nbsp;at one end; just pull the cap&amp;nbsp;to get to the cards. And, as a bonus, the first one I saw just happened to match perfectly. (Looking at this photo reminds me I have to have updated ones made with my new number).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It only cost me about six bucks and does the job really well. Good score huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-5813215323014486086?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/4TQdRk-2eZs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/5813215323014486086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/holding-cards.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/5813215323014486086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/5813215323014486086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/4TQdRk-2eZs/holding-cards.html" title="Holding the Cards" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_415SAitJs/TwuxlloLOHI/AAAAAAAADC4/wwcsby6MFX4/s72-c/076.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/holding-cards.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEHRXY7cCp7ImA9WhRVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-4322340949103823191</id><published>2012-01-11T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:23:54.808-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T22:23:54.808-05:00</app:edited><title>Amazing Is...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBBeeYJKQ38/Tw5LjGnsg-I/AAAAAAAADDI/lvNwY89Z_AE/s1600/sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBBeeYJKQ38/Tw5LjGnsg-I/AAAAAAAADDI/lvNwY89Z_AE/s400/sun.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When a young blogging friend asks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;if she can call you her big brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A certain special someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;brought&amp;nbsp;extra sunshine into my life today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by&amp;nbsp;Metin Demiralay. Credit &lt;a href="http://paulotvalle.tumblr.com/page/2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-4322340949103823191?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/xhplL-5JLg4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/4322340949103823191/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/amazing-is.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/4322340949103823191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/4322340949103823191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/xhplL-5JLg4/amazing-is.html" title="Amazing Is..." /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBBeeYJKQ38/Tw5LjGnsg-I/AAAAAAAADDI/lvNwY89Z_AE/s72-c/sun.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/amazing-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcHRn89eCp7ImA9WhRVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-884277647902257145</id><published>2012-01-10T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:07:17.160-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T20:07:17.160-05:00</app:edited><title>Heartbeats</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sUzfR3meCo/TwzgmIvI05I/AAAAAAAADDA/rhs2Yp8FIuA/s1600/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sUzfR3meCo/TwzgmIvI05I/AAAAAAAADDA/rhs2Yp8FIuA/s400/baby.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Does it not seem that no matter how much we grow as adults our hearts can remain a fragile, wondrous child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-884277647902257145?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/6uxucIHLzSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/884277647902257145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/heartbeats.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/884277647902257145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/884277647902257145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/6uxucIHLzSA/heartbeats.html" title="Heartbeats" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sUzfR3meCo/TwzgmIvI05I/AAAAAAAADDA/rhs2Yp8FIuA/s72-c/baby.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/heartbeats.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IERHg6fCp7ImA9WhRVEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-677249726963802503</id><published>2012-01-09T22:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:18:25.614-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T22:18:25.614-05:00</app:edited><title>It's a Spamathon!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to live in some alternate universe where everything you read was real? Lately&amp;nbsp;some very generous folks have left me late Christmas presents out of the blue, just to be nice. That's right...I've&amp;nbsp;been handed more money in a few weeks than I'll ever earn in ten lifetimes. Take a look at some of this generosity, and the bazillions I've made almost overnight:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dearest Partner, I am Mrs Sonia Alafinja from Ivory Coast.... $7, 500,000.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(wow, money donated from a small-ass African nation? THAT never happens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My Dear, I know this proposal letter might be a pleasant surprise to you as we don't know ourselves before...$7, 500,000&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;("pleasant surprise" wasn't my first reaction. Or my second)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;BILL &amp;amp; MELINDA GATES FOUNDATION VERIFICATION/FUNDS RELEASE FORM...$1, 500,000 &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(only one and a half mil Gates? C'mon you can afford to BUY the Ivory Coast, you can do better than this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dear Friend, you might find it difficult to remember me again though it has not been quite a long time...5,000,000,00 EURO &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(yes it is difficult to remember you, probably since we never met before. Assclown)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hey listen, I know you were looking to make some extra money from home... &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;so what, now you have the latest in mind-reading software?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Winner!!! You have been awarded the sum of 1,000,000 British Pounds and a Toshiba laptop &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(British pounds, great. Now I have to go through all the work of figuring out what that works out to in Canadian dollars. So inconsiderate of you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Your email has been selected by the United Nations Organization for a cash grant award of 350,000.00GBP&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(yes, because we all know the United Nations just GIVES cash away to random people. And stop with those effing British pounds again, you're beginning to annoy me. Give me those strange Canadian bills that make Americans look at me funny, it's more&amp;nbsp;familiar and comforting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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They also had my sexual health in mind, which was thoughtful: &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Heat of your meat. Viagra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (what does that even mean? Do they use a probe or something? Ow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Feeling Horny? Match Parter NO STRINGS ATTACHED fun....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (the answer to the first part is yes, always and there's no such thing as sex with no strings attached. We all pay somehow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And finally... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;御泥坊正品 玫瑰滋养矿物睡眠面膜&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(to appeal to my Korean/ Japanese heritage, because I'm so OBVIOUSLY Asian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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It's nice to be thought of, isn't it? Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-677249726963802503?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/YfIMtMYhL8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/677249726963802503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-spamathon.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/677249726963802503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/677249726963802503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/YfIMtMYhL8U/its-spamathon.html" title="It's a Spamathon!" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMdtd6zzbW4/TwuruU1nuxI/AAAAAAAADCw/o_1aI9O_qZg/s72-c/Spam.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-spamathon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFRnY5cCp7ImA9WhRVEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-8810806992938108527</id><published>2012-01-08T17:26:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:36:57.828-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T17:36:57.828-05:00</app:edited><title>It Comes Back to This</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uJ6gSIUH2I/TwoXvZJ5fpI/AAAAAAAADCo/iFWyANAyoiE/s1600/babysteps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uJ6gSIUH2I/TwoXvZJ5fpI/AAAAAAAADCo/iFWyANAyoiE/s400/babysteps.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I've been tossing around ideas for new posts&amp;nbsp;to tell you more about myself, mainly because that's the kind of writing that draws me most to&amp;nbsp;others. I love getting to know people and&amp;nbsp;learning whatever they care to tell me about their lives; because of this I find it hard not to talk about myself on my blog without also mentioning the influence that&amp;nbsp;you my friends and readers have on me, since it's been a significant part of my life the last few years. It often comes back to this it seems.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; And so&amp;nbsp;I've been having this inner conversation with myself for weeks; wondering what I should write, when and even &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I should write it. At first I felt I was being&amp;nbsp;evasive, writing about other people. But then&amp;nbsp;I realized that in many ways this is &lt;em&gt;very much&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;about my life because it's a reflection of what&amp;nbsp;holds the most&amp;nbsp;meaning-&amp;nbsp;my relationships&amp;nbsp;and a shared&amp;nbsp;ability to connect in a very real way despite, in this case, being separated by&amp;nbsp;computer screens and hundreds of miles. These connections aren't secondary to me,&amp;nbsp;they're&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;some happy by-product of blogging. They're the reason I began in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; In late&amp;nbsp;August of 2010&amp;nbsp;I received an e-mail from&amp;nbsp;someone I'd never spoken with,&amp;nbsp;a young student&amp;nbsp;(I'm re-reading&amp;nbsp;her e-mail now as I write this to make sure I get it right). She told me she&amp;nbsp;discovered my site the month before and it had been a big help in her life, that she was struggling with depression and reading my blog had been an inspiration to her. She said she was slowly starting to make some changes in her life and become the person she wants to be. Then she&amp;nbsp;ended it&amp;nbsp;by writing, "Thank you for your inspirational blog, because of it I'm gradually discovering myself."&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This person came out of nowhere, I had no idea she was reading me. It&amp;nbsp;was one of the most unexpected,&amp;nbsp;amazing things that has happened and for the first time&amp;nbsp;really made me realize the impact we all&amp;nbsp;have not only on each other as regular readers, but on those we're completely unaware of. Somewhere out there, reading your words on their computer screens,&amp;nbsp;are people who feel the same way about you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It's hard&amp;nbsp;to explain&amp;nbsp;the affect people who share of themselves so willingly can have on me. Especially&amp;nbsp;those of you&amp;nbsp;who are&amp;nbsp;obviously struggling internally with certain area(s) of your lives and yet are&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;uplifting&amp;nbsp;to me during conversation, or&amp;nbsp;others on your own pages. It's tremendously powerful and selfless.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;One of the biggest things I've gained from all of this is&amp;nbsp;realizing how much I still don't know about myself. I've&amp;nbsp;learned a lot from people younger than me; things I've&amp;nbsp;held so steadfastly to have been challenged and shaken by differing points of view and it's been an amazing experience rethinking some of the ways I approach&amp;nbsp;life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A couple years ago I wrote that we don't stand alone uninfluenced or unaffecting. Today I believe this to be true more than ever; who we are is very much the sum of who we meet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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* Secret Sunday will return next week. If you'd like to participate sooner please drop by &lt;a href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-sunday.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-8810806992938108527?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/YS6u6Apso-k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/8810806992938108527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-comes-back-to-this.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/8810806992938108527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/8810806992938108527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/YS6u6Apso-k/it-comes-back-to-this.html" title="It Comes Back to This" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uJ6gSIUH2I/TwoXvZJ5fpI/AAAAAAAADCo/iFWyANAyoiE/s72-c/babysteps.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-comes-back-to-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQHQnY7eip7ImA9WhRWGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-5816178909099303367</id><published>2012-01-06T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:25:33.802-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T23:25:33.802-05:00</app:edited><title>Remember the People who Count</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTkjVQJc0PM/TwEbIBaKSoI/AAAAAAAADBc/U2B4pU1XqdA/s1600/cherish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTkjVQJc0PM/TwEbIBaKSoI/AAAAAAAADBc/U2B4pU1XqdA/s400/cherish.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-5816178909099303367?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/hZ6LKfxTuMw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/5816178909099303367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/remember-people-who-count.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/5816178909099303367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/5816178909099303367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/hZ6LKfxTuMw/remember-people-who-count.html" title="Remember the People who Count" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTkjVQJc0PM/TwEbIBaKSoI/AAAAAAAADBc/U2B4pU1XqdA/s72-c/cherish.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/remember-people-who-count.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQ3s_cCp7ImA9WhRWF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-3778797538907463593</id><published>2012-01-04T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:23:22.548-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T22:23:22.548-05:00</app:edited><title>Shoe Candy- For The Ladies</title><content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thought I'd do something a little different today.&amp;nbsp;I know many of you go ga-ga for shoes, so when a friend e-mailed me some photos of designs by Kobi Levi it seemed only natural to share them here.&amp;nbsp;After doing a little reading I found&amp;nbsp;that Kobi Levi is an Israeli designer who graduated from an art and design school in 2001. Everything is hand-made in his studio (in other words,&amp;nbsp;mucho donero).&amp;nbsp; He's actually on Blogger and can be found here: &lt;a href="http://kobilevidesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kobilevidesign.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All photos are copyright, Kobi Levi Footwear Art.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJRGSprprqU/Tv6MjKIca7I/AAAAAAAADA4/PvoO0cxKQYo/s1600/shoe26+Banana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJRGSprprqU/Tv6MjKIca7I/AAAAAAAADA4/PvoO0cxKQYo/s400/shoe26+Banana.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Banana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-3778797538907463593?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/TeKSl9v2sRg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/3778797538907463593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/shoe-candy-for-ladies.html#comment-form" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/3778797538907463593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/3778797538907463593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/TeKSl9v2sRg/shoe-candy-for-ladies.html" title="Shoe Candy- For The Ladies" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agD8Ebw-VNw/Tv6EJ-up14I/AAAAAAAAC9s/1eGEjPmE1TI/s72-c/shoe1+Miao+2010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/shoe-candy-for-ladies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4AR3kycSp7ImA9WhRWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-2644780461878579614</id><published>2012-01-03T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:22:26.799-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T23:22:26.799-05:00</app:edited><title>Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5PCT43cMSY/TwPRP1SOS7I/AAAAAAAADBw/sRh2U_VTv5g/s1600/water-drop-reflection-1024x640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5PCT43cMSY/TwPRP1SOS7I/AAAAAAAADBw/sRh2U_VTv5g/s400/water-drop-reflection-1000x600.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hdwallpapers.us/macro/water-drop-reflection-hd-wallpaper/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I realized last year that in a&amp;nbsp;way I'm a hippocrite. I'm not saying what I discovered makes me a bad person and I'm not beating myself up over it, but it's a shortcoming I think&amp;nbsp;applies to a lot of us. I'll explain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; When I began blogging three years ago it wasn't to talk about my life, but a very strong need to reach out to&amp;nbsp;people. At the time I was struggling with regaining a part of myself that I'd lost&amp;nbsp;sight of after my car accident, and I felt the best way to do that was to connect with others who were trying to heal in their own way, from anything.&amp;nbsp;I've since&amp;nbsp;pulled out of what I was going through,&amp;nbsp;still the people I'm drawn to most today are those who are looking for...something. Inner contentment. Answers to uncertainties in their relationship. A clearer path in life. A way to somehow close wounds that have been open for too long or sweep away regrets that have overstayed their welcome. The word 'broken' is tossed around a lot, I prefer to think of it as "in repair". It's these people I've met and the conversations&amp;nbsp;we have that&amp;nbsp;hold the most meaning for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I encourage others to share their problems, I'll go so far as to say it's something I need in my life. It's incredibly rewarding&amp;nbsp;being told that&amp;nbsp;I've helped in some way, it gives me a far greater sense of purpose and accomplishment&amp;nbsp;having a chance to help people grow instead of&amp;nbsp;corporations.&amp;nbsp;I know this is something I want to pursue professionally, I'm just&amp;nbsp;not sure if I'm ready to do it on a larger scale (as I wrote about&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/10/maybe-im-afraid-of-becoming-who-i-am.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&amp;nbsp;. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People apologize for opening up and being a 'burden', I always&amp;nbsp;assure them they're&amp;nbsp;not. (&lt;strong&gt;Believe me&lt;/strong&gt; I get as much out of these talks as you do, possibly more).&amp;nbsp;The reason I say I feel hippocritical is because I'm reluctant to unload my problems for the same reason, that I don't want to feel like I'm dumping on someone else. Even knowing that person as well as I do and knowing they'd be there for me in the same way. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People who are hurting&amp;nbsp;can still&amp;nbsp;be amazingly uplifting,&amp;nbsp;I see evidence of this&amp;nbsp;all the time through blogs and e-mail.&amp;nbsp; Many who are obviously battling their own demons, questioning their&amp;nbsp;self-worth&amp;nbsp;and whether that darkness will ever lift are so ready to&amp;nbsp;give words of encouragement and appreciation&amp;nbsp;to someone else.&amp;nbsp;Why can't we&amp;nbsp;see the good in ourselves as easily as we can see it in those we care about, or see what others see in&amp;nbsp;us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-2644780461878579614?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/tT2AEqFy_48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/2644780461878579614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflections.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/2644780461878579614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/2644780461878579614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/tT2AEqFy_48/reflections.html" title="Reflections" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5PCT43cMSY/TwPRP1SOS7I/AAAAAAAADBw/sRh2U_VTv5g/s72-c/water-drop-reflection-1000x600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflections.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABRX85eSp7ImA9WhRWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-476909922440353462</id><published>2012-01-01T17:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:42:34.121-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T18:42:34.121-05:00</app:edited><title>I Resolve To...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg1jYpNr8DI/TwDj9kpU-RI/AAAAAAAADBQ/ph01aIRtA6Q/s1600/new-years-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg1jYpNr8DI/TwDj9kpU-RI/AAAAAAAADBQ/ph01aIRtA6Q/s400/new-years-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A friend asked me what my resolutions are for this year. I didn't think&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;made any, but when I began to answer I realized I actually had them listed in my head. So here they are:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help more people in the following ways:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Keep supporting my wife as she strives to make significant changes in her life. Have more conversations with people both in my physical world and on-line. Listen more than give advice. Volunteer. Continue to be there for friends when needed or asked.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health:&lt;/strong&gt; Stay active, improve my stamina and strength (especially my core)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Announce a major accomplishment this month&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finish renovations inside the house (mostly trim work)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Return to my hobby of model-building, possibly compete less competitively but enjoy it more&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Write more diverse topics, do the unexpected and controversial. More personal posts.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn more about photography&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read more psychology books&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finish an instrumental piece I've been working on&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing:&lt;/strong&gt; finish some poems that are in limbo and write new ones. I wrote so much last year that I got a bit mentally burned-out but feel I'm ready to continue.&lt;/li&gt;
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What are your plans this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-476909922440353462?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/NV4YojKFTMo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/476909922440353462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-resolve-to.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/476909922440353462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/476909922440353462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/NV4YojKFTMo/i-resolve-to.html" title="I Resolve To..." /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg1jYpNr8DI/TwDj9kpU-RI/AAAAAAAADBQ/ph01aIRtA6Q/s72-c/new-years-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-resolve-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMQno9fyp7ImA9WhRWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-3472626874983279681</id><published>2012-01-01T17:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:41:23.467-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T17:41:23.467-05:00</app:edited><title>Secret Sunday</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm starting this year off&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;the 54th round of Secret Sunday. For those of you who are new, this is&amp;nbsp;a chance to anonymously&amp;nbsp;share secrets and/or fantasies you've been keeping to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty. &lt;br /&gt;
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All are valid. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) This is open to anyone who wants to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) If this is something you'd like to run on your blog please feel free. Let me know and I'll follow along.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-3472626874983279681?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/afTPrObdI34" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/3472626874983279681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-sunday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/3472626874983279681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/3472626874983279681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/afTPrObdI34/secret-sunday.html" title="Secret Sunday" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4L4nLnrZhU/TwDg8fm8AxI/AAAAAAAADBE/15LfLS5KOSI/s72-c/secret+c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-sunday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EHSHszfSp7ImA9WhRWEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-1742074407172102665</id><published>2011-12-28T16:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:00:39.585-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T17:00:39.585-05:00</app:edited><title>The Year That Was</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HCUXTvlHuI/TvqCSGdJBiI/AAAAAAAAC9g/9DzVHusZxhA/s1600/gerbils.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HCUXTvlHuI/TvqCSGdJBiI/AAAAAAAAC9g/9DzVHusZxhA/s640/gerbils.jpg" width="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; As this year draws to a close I find myself thinking back to everything that happened&amp;nbsp;and picking my favourite memories. Unlike past years there weren't many hugely significant events in my life in&amp;nbsp;2011, but hundreds of moments that&amp;nbsp;bring a smile to my heart and lips whenever they're recalled.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; One of the biggest things was&amp;nbsp;Sandy's transformation. She's been seeing a lifestyle coach for over three months,&amp;nbsp;not only has she lost over twenty pounds so far but she feels&amp;nbsp;better mentally and physically. She looks&amp;nbsp;better than ever and I'm really proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Early in the year I&amp;nbsp;made the decision to stop taking piano lessons. It wasn't an easy choice&amp;nbsp;but with a limited amount of time I&amp;nbsp;wasn't able to squeeze everything in, especially&amp;nbsp;during the evenings. Some things like my favourite hobby (model-building) slipped by the wayside this year, which I've slowly been&amp;nbsp;returning to.&amp;nbsp;Through all of this I tried to keep up with my writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I began my blog in '08 I&amp;nbsp;vowed that I'd always make time for you, my online friends and I've&amp;nbsp;done my best to do that. 2011&amp;nbsp;has been the best year for this so far, not only for meeting new people&amp;nbsp;but for strengthening my&amp;nbsp;relationships with you&amp;nbsp;guys both on and off my blog. You've&amp;nbsp;talked to me&amp;nbsp;of deaths and births, lost loves and new romances. Of the hope&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;graduations and new jobs bring. There were affairs and near-divorces, engagements, new pets, cars and homes.&amp;nbsp;In a very real way I've felt as much a part of your lives as if we saw each other every day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2011 was a year of continued&amp;nbsp;personal growth for me,&amp;nbsp;of greater acceptance of other people's lifestyles and choices and meeting them with&amp;nbsp;intensified curiosity. It allowed me to sharpen my communicative skills and reinforced what I've always believed, that it's even more important to listen than give advice (although I love being asked for my opinion). Some of you allowed me to go through some extremely personal things with you, and looking back I also realize more than ever how much I love these conversations and hope they'll continue.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; This year I accomplished something&amp;nbsp;I never&amp;nbsp;thought I would, which I'll be revealing&amp;nbsp;in the upcoming month. I'm excited about it and I hope you'll stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;As the remaining few days of this year wind down I hope you're left with some&amp;nbsp;positive memories, as well as hope for what the New Year will bring. Thanks&amp;nbsp;for being part of my life this year and I look forward to more time spent together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
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Barry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-1742074407172102665?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/DkK_wLx5EJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/1742074407172102665/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-that-was.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/1742074407172102665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/1742074407172102665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/DkK_wLx5EJM/year-that-was.html" title="The Year That Was" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HCUXTvlHuI/TvqCSGdJBiI/AAAAAAAAC9g/9DzVHusZxhA/s72-c/gerbils.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-that-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINSXg5fCp7ImA9WhRXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-8595101954655760201</id><published>2011-12-24T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:26:38.624-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T22:26:38.624-05:00</app:edited><title>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RR6xGufBzbU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Since it's already Christmas in some parts of the world (and has been for some time) I'd like to wish you all a very Merry Christmas, happy Kwanza, Hanukkah or whatever other festivity you might be enjoying. May you be surrounded by joy and love, today and through the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; This is probably the most amazing Christmas e-card I've seen, I'm glad it's also on You Tube. I posted it on my Facebook page today but for those of you who I'm not connected with I'm sharing it here. (If you're a regular reader and would like to be friends on Facebook let me know).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-8595101954655760201?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/1RwVghQz2rs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/8595101954655760201/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/8595101954655760201?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/8595101954655760201?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/1RwVghQz2rs/merry-christmas-everyone.html" title="Merry Christmas Everyone!" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/RR6xGufBzbU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINQHs4fip7ImA9WhRXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-2708706438321280635</id><published>2011-12-18T17:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:29:51.536-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T19:29:51.536-05:00</app:edited><title>Secret Sunday</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaM-hpDp5eU/Tu5ucQ8GrYI/AAAAAAAAC9U/cpFM0a5gxXc/s1600/regretsy-paypal-secret-santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaM-hpDp5eU/Tu5ucQ8GrYI/AAAAAAAAC9U/cpFM0a5gxXc/s400/regretsy-paypal-secret-santa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inquisitr.com/166039/regretsy-paypal-saga-day-three-paypals-mea-culpa/"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Time for the 53rd round of Secret Sunday, a chance to share secrets and/or fantasies you've been keeping to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty. &lt;br /&gt;
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All are valid. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) This is open to anyone who wants to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) If this is something you'd like to run on your blog please feel free. Let me know and I'll follow along.&lt;br /&gt;
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Note Secret Sunday will be taking a break over Christmas but will return on New Year's Day. &lt;br /&gt;
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And now to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-2708706438321280635?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/bmtjKertlVk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/2708706438321280635/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/secret-sunday_18.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/2708706438321280635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/2708706438321280635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/bmtjKertlVk/secret-sunday_18.html" title="Secret Sunday" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaM-hpDp5eU/Tu5ucQ8GrYI/AAAAAAAAC9U/cpFM0a5gxXc/s72-c/regretsy-paypal-secret-santa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/secret-sunday_18.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQESH4zeCp7ImA9WhRXEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-6582064190106283850</id><published>2011-12-17T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:18:29.080-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-17T12:18:29.080-05:00</app:edited><title>Apologies and Acceptance</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqnaYMdeLE/TuzOm0laDfI/AAAAAAAAC9M/1OoVHEfE_Dk/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqnaYMdeLE/TuzOm0laDfI/AAAAAAAAC9M/1OoVHEfE_Dk/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenextweb.com/entrepreneur/2011/03/11/never-apologize/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Earlier this week I was in the middle of a situation that got me thinking about apologies and forgiveness. It was between two people, both of&amp;nbsp;whom I know but who don't know each other. Person A unintentionally hurt Person B, there was a heated verbal&amp;nbsp;exchange at the time&amp;nbsp;which I witnessed and was drawn into. I&amp;nbsp;tried to mediate but A wouldn't apologize and instead insisted on leaving, which only further infuriated B (she can be very headstrong and aggressive at times). &lt;br /&gt;
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None of this involves Sandy by the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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About twenty minutes later A phoned me and said he wanted to apologize face-to-face to B the next day. Sounds reasonable right?&amp;nbsp;So I left a message with B to let her know. The following morning she called back&amp;nbsp;and told me she&amp;nbsp;appreciated that I cared enough to try to make things right (which I know she genuinely did), but that as far as she was concerned it was over and she&amp;nbsp;didn't want to see his face again.&lt;br /&gt;
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All this got me thinking. Although I didn't see the incident I do&amp;nbsp;believe A was in the wrong, not because I want to side with B but because I know the circumstances behind what happened. And yes I believe he was also wrong in not staying to work things out at the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the heat of the moment tempers and emotions flare and we don't always think clearly.&amp;nbsp;I respected A for wanting to apologize to B,&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;in person and not by phone or e-mail. The fact that B wouldn't accept and wanted nothing further to do with him or the situation was really disappointing. I've known her for years and would have hoped for better.&lt;br /&gt;
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What are your thoughts on this? In what situations would you not accept an apology from someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-6582064190106283850?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/ZNiOxO1nc6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/6582064190106283850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/apologies-and-acceptance.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/6582064190106283850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/6582064190106283850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/ZNiOxO1nc6Q/apologies-and-acceptance.html" title="Apologies and Acceptance" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqnaYMdeLE/TuzOm0laDfI/AAAAAAAAC9M/1OoVHEfE_Dk/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/apologies-and-acceptance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMAQX84eyp7ImA9WhRQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-5142211959862940124</id><published>2011-12-14T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:14:00.133-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T23:14:00.133-05:00</app:edited><title>Part Scrooge, Part Santa</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRbAS_sC9l0/Tulz4k68opI/AAAAAAAAC9E/gqUGE7YZ4wo/s1600/scrooge" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRbAS_sC9l0/Tulz4k68opI/AAAAAAAAC9E/gqUGE7YZ4wo/s320/scrooge" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Last week wasn't a particularly good one. The weeks leading up to Christmas are typically our busiest of the year at work, and&amp;nbsp;with a few additional variables thrown in I found the stress was getting to me more than ever. It started affecting my disposition and I didn't like who I was becoming.&lt;br /&gt;
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I always try to keep my attitude in check and remember that the people around me are rarely the source of the problem. A couple times I let it show that these things were getting the best of me, which isn't setting a great example for my crew. A few deep breaths and short walks usually did the trick. &lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn't all bad though, actually most of it has been pretty manageable so far. I'm trying not to think too much about situations that are&amp;nbsp;unresolved.&amp;nbsp; Somewhere along the way I decided to treat everyone to pizza for their hard work, it's not much but since I don't have a budget this kind of thing has to come out of my pocket. Sometimes you just have to take a moment&amp;nbsp;in the chaos to enjoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQzN8fs2NeE/TuXbnFYMwKI/AAAAAAAAC8s/lGT7zMWm9J8/s1600/heart-on-beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQzN8fs2NeE/TuXbnFYMwKI/AAAAAAAAC8s/lGT7zMWm9J8/s400/heart-on-beach.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Threads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could we but give our souls a voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loud enough for those who doubt to hear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'd sing of summersongs within our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hear them echoed in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But soft words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes become weapons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turned against us by those we hold dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watch our worlds crash around us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left to sweep up the pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The threads that keep us together are thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woven in strands of fate and chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A web which bends in the breeze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But is rarely strong enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hold against a fleeting wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet fleeting winds and fleeting moments &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are all we have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all we cling to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever hopeful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That those moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will never end.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-2159184043373770022?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/n97Ia5qHLug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/2159184043373770022/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/threads.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/2159184043373770022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/2159184043373770022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/n97Ia5qHLug/threads.html" title="Threads" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQzN8fs2NeE/TuXbnFYMwKI/AAAAAAAAC8s/lGT7zMWm9J8/s72-c/heart-on-beach.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/threads.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEDR38zfSp7ImA9WhRQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-4955081511372490931</id><published>2011-12-11T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:24:36.185-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-11T11:24:36.185-05:00</app:edited><title>Secret Sunday</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fr3jvh2QPo/TuTY64oF2MI/AAAAAAAAC8k/5TNLzqZE7s0/s1600/secret17+done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fr3jvh2QPo/TuTY64oF2MI/AAAAAAAAC8k/5TNLzqZE7s0/s400/secret17+done.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Time for the 52nd round of Secret Sunday, a chance to share secrets and/or fantasies you've been keeping to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty. &lt;br /&gt;
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And now to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please drop by sometime and leave me a comment at www.life-in-quotations.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462832360617892797-4955081511372490931?l=life-in-quotations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~4/g4z5AcD1tnQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/feeds/4955081511372490931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/secret-sunday_11.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/4955081511372490931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462832360617892797/posts/default/4955081511372490931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barrysquotations/~3/g4z5AcD1tnQ/secret-sunday_11.html" title="Secret Sunday" /><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs9Fqdpm44o/TZeZ-_W_G8I/AAAAAAAAChc/PEWf6KMXpLA/s220/IMG_0050.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fr3jvh2QPo/TuTY64oF2MI/AAAAAAAAC8k/5TNLzqZE7s0/s72-c/secret17+done.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/2011/12/secret-sunday_11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMQn49eCp7ImA9WhRQFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-9040001127168190005</id><published>2011-12-10T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:54:43.060-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T15:54:43.060-05:00</app:edited><title>Innocence</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Never am I more aware of my innocence lost than when I gaze into the eyes of a child at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; We were talking yesterday about how we would like to be remembered after we're gone. I hope when that day comes my life can be summed up in four words: "He made a difference."&lt;br /&gt;
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