<?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-18735983</id><updated>2011-09-04T02:56:12.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brite New Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-6481132548091910008</id><published>2010-08-29T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:24:47.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THsWPL_QHQI/AAAAAAAAABY/y8yUo9PiJ1M/s1600/n606182111_1126615_5400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511023019189869826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THsWPL_QHQI/AAAAAAAAABY/y8yUo9PiJ1M/s320/n606182111_1126615_5400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me and my Hub. He is the best guy ever. We have been together for 2 1/2 years. Our first date was Valentines day 2008, which makes our Anniversary on happy hearts day. Scott is so wonderful. He is so nice to me, and loves me, my kids and my annoying little doggy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-6481132548091910008?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6481132548091910008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=6481132548091910008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/6481132548091910008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/6481132548091910008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/hub.html' title='Hub'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THsWPL_QHQI/AAAAAAAAABY/y8yUo9PiJ1M/s72-c/n606182111_1126615_5400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-7967925398518993236</id><published>2010-08-29T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:52:43.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement</title><content type='html'>How can I get rid of this advertisment that follows every post? I has appeared onn my Blog without my consent. Help..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-7967925398518993236?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7967925398518993236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=7967925398518993236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/7967925398518993236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/7967925398518993236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/advertisement.html' title='Advertisement'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-5059087153710534465</id><published>2010-08-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:38:55.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I'm back...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on for so long. I want to follow Susanns trip to England, but couldn't comment unless I signed in to my account. So I had to reset my password as I had forgotten it as it had been so long. Now that I am in here, I will try to update a bit more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-5059087153710534465?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5059087153710534465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=5059087153710534465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/5059087153710534465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/5059087153710534465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-115951545423304606</id><published>2006-09-29T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:37:34.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING GREAT</title><content type='html'>Well I have just finished my sixth week back at work.  The gradual return was successful, now i'm doing my full shifts of twelve hours. I am loving it too, I have a new appreciation for my job, a job that I came close to not returning to. I came close to never working again, but thank God I can. I am on a new team with new faces, but everyone seems to be real great to work with. I used to hate going to work, but now I look forward to it. It is the same place, and alot of the same people, but my attitude toward it has changed, and I am loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-115951545423304606?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115951545423304606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=115951545423304606&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115951545423304606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115951545423304606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/going-great.html' title='GOING GREAT'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-115568058187554166</id><published>2006-08-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:28:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/building.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at work, as of yesterday(Monday) The company I work for is &lt;a href="http://www.molienergy.com/molicel.htm"&gt;E - One Moli Energy&lt;/a&gt;, based in Maple Ridge, nice and close to home. The company makes lithium ion batteries, mostly for a major power tool company. I have been there since 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was a total nervous wreck a few days before, and the bus ride there on my first day, but once I was there I was fine. There are many changes since the last time I was there in July 2005. Over the past year they have phased out the machines I once ran, these changes I was aware of before I left, they were starting to introduce new equiptment at that time and operators were starting to get trained on them. Now that I am back, I will be trained on the new equiptment also. I am so glad they didn't just stick me in there and say " go for it" They have set me up with a trainer, and he will slowly introduce the new system to me. I could just jump in if it were the old machines that I ran for three years, however, they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting at six hour shifts, slowly working my way up to the regular twelve hour shifts. I have a good feeling about being back, and think positively about my future with the company, as it is a great company to work for with great benefits and great pay. Wish me luck over the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-115568058187554166?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115568058187554166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=115568058187554166&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115568058187554166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115568058187554166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-work.html' title='BACK TO WORK'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-115507588374064503</id><published>2006-08-08T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:26:07.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST HANGING OUT</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice weekend with my kids, hanging out here at the house playing games, and swimming in the pool lots. We are babysitting Binzen(Susan and Keiths dog) while they are in Edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Monday, Keiths sister Donna came here with her two kids, and she also brought her nephews and neice from Edmonton(whom are staying with her for a few weeks) My sister Sheila came over as well with her two kids. We had a total of ten kids here, including my two. We all swam in the pool and had a nice barbequed lunch. It was such a blast having all the kids here together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took my kids to the mall, we had lunch there, and bought them both a new game boy game. I bought myself a boxed set of Northern Exposure dvd's, I have wanted it for some time now, so I bit the bullet today. Eddie had his hair cut while we were at the mall, there is a great little place that I take him to called brutes and brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home now, and I am blogging, and they are both playing there new games, ahhh the peace and quiet....... it's soooo nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-115507588374064503?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115507588374064503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=115507588374064503&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115507588374064503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115507588374064503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-hanging-out.html' title='JUST HANGING OUT'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-115464229708076524</id><published>2006-08-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:03:15.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE BRITCHES RODEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/left_content_kidsgirlonhors.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/left_content_kidsgirlonhors.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the weekend past I attended a childrens rodeo called The Little Britches Rodeo. It was so much fun watching such little kids compete in different events. These little kids were riding bucking steers, and riding around different obsticles to compete for the best time. They rode around poles as fast as they could, and barrels too. One of the cutest events was the goat tail tying event. The rider comes into the arena on a horse, passes an electronic eye, races to the end of the arena, hops off the horse, ties a ribbon on the goats tail, then jumps back on the horse and races back to the other end passing the electronic eye once again getting a recorded time. It was real fun to watch these little kids. Alot of very nice friendly people there, every one cheering on the competitors. I will definately go again, it is so different than watching adults compete.....these kids are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/CAMQH837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-115464229708076524?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115464229708076524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=115464229708076524&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115464229708076524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115464229708076524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-britches-rodeo.html' title='LITTLE BRITCHES RODEO'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-115446087313277639</id><published>2006-08-01T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:34:33.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRITE NEW LIFE RETURNS</title><content type='html'>I have not been blogging for some time now, I miss everyone. If you don't mind, I would like to come back into all of your blog lives. I have been keeping busy with my kids most of the summer, we have been enjoying the pool out back. I have no car so most of our time has been spent at home, maybe next summer I will have a car so my kids and I can go to the beach. Sometimes I feel like a failure of a mother for the mistakes I have made, causing me to be in the situation I am in( no car, no house of my own) It does prevent me from giving my kids the opportunities they deserve. I can't change the past though, but I am working on the future. I am returning to work on August 14 , after a year off recovering physically, and mentally from my injuries, I am also moving into an apartment in September, so I am working on changing things, bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had no internet for a while, and not having much to write about kept me from going out of my way to blog, but I will start reading your posts as much as I can, and post when I can too. Going back to work, time will be limited at the computer, but I will try, as I do miss everyone when I am not around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-115446087313277639?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115446087313277639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=115446087313277639&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115446087313277639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/115446087313277639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/brite-new-life-returns.html' title='BRITE NEW LIFE RETURNS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114610474033959496</id><published>2006-04-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:00:42.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY</title><content type='html'>There seems to be some concern regarding my well being.....no worries. I have had some e-mails with concerns as to my not blogging. Well for starters, I have not really had anything good pop to mind as a topic for an entry. Secondly, I have been enjoying life, I have been busy living life. I have now had the surgury to remove the pins and rod from my wrist, so hopefully, after a full recovery, I can resume my position at the job that I love so much. I have got a nice guy in my life, so have been busy having fun. I have met some nice folks whom I chat regularily too on M.S.N. so even though I haven't been blogging, I have been at the computer lots. I had a lovely Easter with my kids, and neice, as we did the Easter baskets and egg hunt. I also have just been enjoying the company of my family and my niece whom keeps me occupied when my kids aren't here. I do need to keep up with the blogging, as I do enjoy reading all of the blogs in my links. So don't worry, o.k. as it has been for good reason that I have been away. Cheers everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry about the future for it is not yet come. Live each day in the present and make it beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114610474033959496?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114610474033959496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114610474033959496&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114610474033959496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114610474033959496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='DON&apos;T WORRY, BE HAPPY'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114605068821036230</id><published>2006-04-26T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T04:48:50.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYING</title><content type='html'>He said I was in my early forties, with a lot of life before me&lt;br /&gt;And one moment came that stopped me on a dime.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the next days, looking at the x-rays&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout' the options and talking bout' sweet times.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end&lt;br /&gt;How's it hit 'cha when you get that kind of news?&lt;br /&gt;Man what did ya do? He said&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) I went skydiving&lt;br /&gt;I went rocky mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu&lt;br /&gt;And I loved deeper&lt;br /&gt;And I spoke sweeter&lt;br /&gt;And I gave forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I'd been denyin'&lt;br /&gt;And he said some day I hope you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To live like you were dyin'&lt;br /&gt;He said I was finally the husband,&lt;br /&gt;that most the time I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;And I became a friend,&lt;br /&gt;a friend would like to have&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden goin' fishin,&lt;br /&gt;wasn't such an imposition&lt;br /&gt;And I went three times that year I lost my dad&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally read the good book,&lt;br /&gt;and I took a good long hard look&lt;br /&gt;At what I'd do if I could do it all again&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)I went skydiving&lt;br /&gt;I went rocky mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Shu&lt;br /&gt;And I loved deeper&lt;br /&gt;And I spoke sweeter&lt;br /&gt;And I gave forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I'd been denyin'&lt;br /&gt;And he said some day I hope you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To live like you were dyin'&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge) Like tomorrow was the end&lt;br /&gt;And ya got eternity to think about what to do with it&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with it&lt;br /&gt;What can I do with it&lt;br /&gt;What would I do with it&lt;br /&gt;Skydiving&lt;br /&gt;I went rocky mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu&lt;br /&gt;And man I loved deeper&lt;br /&gt;And I spoke sweeter&lt;br /&gt;And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'&lt;br /&gt;And he said some day I hope you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To live like you were dyin'&lt;br /&gt;To live like you were dyin' (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim McGraw&lt;/strong&gt; sure hit that one right on the head, how true is this song?&lt;br /&gt;He nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;If we all could just appreciate life a little more than we do.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when your time is up. I know I was guilty of taking my life for granted,&lt;br /&gt;untill I almost lost my life, then realized I had been given another shot at it. So this time around, i'm noticing the blue sky, and the breeze in the air, noticing the wonderful people around me, noticing and loving all the wonderful thing, that before meant nothing to me. So next time you are stressing about the guy who just cut you off in traffic, or next time you are worrying about bills, think about how wonderful life really is.....and that all the little unimportant things don't matter......Live like you were dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114605068821036230?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114605068821036230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114605068821036230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114605068821036230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114605068821036230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/04/live-like-you-were-dying.html' title='LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYING'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114552001792153712</id><published>2006-04-20T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:15:08.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUTTERFLY INDIAN LEGEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/butterfly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/butterfly4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If anyone desires a wish to come true they must first &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;capture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a butterfly and whisper that wish to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;reveal the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the Great Spirit always grants the wish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, according to legend, by making a wish and giving the butterfly &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its freedom, the wish will be taken to the heavens and be granted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114552001792153712?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114552001792153712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114552001792153712&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114552001792153712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114552001792153712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/04/butterfly-indian-legend.html' title='BUTTERFLY INDIAN LEGEND'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114358109886155709</id><published>2006-03-28T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:09:59.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRUGGLING IS STRENGTHENING</title><content type='html'>I have seen amazing women in my support group go through struggles, and make it, as I have too. Some of them are adult survivors of sexual abuse, some are being abused by, or have been abused by their spouses, some are ex drug addicts, and some are dealing with the ministry trying to get their children back. Alot of these women desperately want to have their pain taken away in an instant, but this is not possible. People have to feel the pain, in order to appreciate the strength gained from it. We need to just let people have their struggles, and know that they will make it. They can't go around it, they can't go under it, they must go thru it. To struggle is to learn and appreciate the past, and appreciate who we have become, because of it. I will never forget my pain, and my struggles, as I have gained so much from it, experience, knowledge, and strength. I know how bad it was there, and know I never want to return to it, for this I will never forget where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTES OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The battle of life, in most cases is fought uphill; and to win it without a struggle we're perhaps to win it without honor. If there were no difficulties, there would be no success; if there were nothing to struggle for, there would be nothing to be achieved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samuel Smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strength and growth come only through continuous effort and struggle ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114358109886155709?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114358109886155709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114358109886155709&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114358109886155709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114358109886155709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/struggling-is-strengthening.html' title='STRUGGLING IS STRENGTHENING'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114310274748695615</id><published>2006-03-24T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:59:33.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'M NOT BEAUTIFUL LIKE YOU, I'M BEAUTIFUL LIKE ME"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/Mother_and_babyJohnMcCabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/Mother_and_babyJohnMcCabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/homeless4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/homeless4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/030902_Burn_Camp119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/030902_Burn_Camp119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/Victim%20of%20thaliamide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/hells_angels%20%2840%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/granny.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/special-olympics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/1215568085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*All the pictures above are courtesy of Google*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not beautiful like you. I'm beautiful like me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy Drop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a profound quote, it says so much. It tells us that we don’t all have to be textbook perfect, just because we are different. We are who we are, some of us have struggled, and some of us haven’t. Some of us have disabilities, does this mean we are not beautiful? Some of us are old, some young, some tall, some short, some black, some white, some religious, some not, some happy, some sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of us choose styles, and lifestyles different from others. Some people do not choose the style of life they live. Some people are victims of poverty, and can't afford the fancy things that some people think of as beautifying. Some are healthy, some not, some are victims of fire and badly burned, some people are victims of other uncontrollable damage, for example the drug Thalidomide (used to treat morning sickness in the 50’s, causing birth defects in thousands of people). Some people have cancer, and loose their hair with treatment, but are still beautiful. Some people are born with no eyesight, or loose it later in life, they see beautiful people all around them, not with their eyes, but with their hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are all so precious, and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed into Google, the word ”beautiful” and ended up finding pictures of gorgeous sunsets, flowers, and people appealing to the eye. I had to search in other areas to find these beautiful people, why is that? Are they not beautiful? To me they are, to their loved ones they are, and I hope to themselves they are too. It just shows that society judges beauty from outside, inward. How wrong is that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know any beautiful people? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114310274748695615?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114310274748695615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114310274748695615&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114310274748695615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114310274748695615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-not-beautiful-like-you-im-beautiful.html' title='&quot;I&apos;M NOT BEAUTIFUL LIKE YOU, I&apos;M BEAUTIFUL LIKE ME&quot;'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114187021315508070</id><published>2006-03-22T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:36:00.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT THEY COME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/Wrist_Fusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/Wrist_Fusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This picture is from google, but is very similar to the instrument fusion that I had done*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pins in my wrist were placed there to hold together all the pieces of bone that were shattered, then attached to a main plate. The pins and plate are coming out, they are preventing the movement in my wrist, so they are getting removed. Hopefully after this surgery, my wrist can be on its way to being normal again. I still have difficulty with a manual can opener, turning a door knob, squeezing my fingers, and alot of common usage is not possible. The surgeon feels that if he removes the hardware, it will be less painful to do these tasks, and there will be generally better range of motion. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am on a waiting list for this, approximately six weeks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114187021315508070?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114187021315508070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114187021315508070&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114187021315508070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114187021315508070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/out-they-come.html' title='OUT THEY COME'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114295917873314508</id><published>2006-03-21T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:11:00.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/chicks1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/chicks1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day. " &lt;strong&gt;W. Earl Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/18735983-114295917873314508?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114295917873314508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114295917873314508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114295917873314508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114295917873314508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-has-sprung-quote-of-day-science.html' title=''/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114261625864492290</id><published>2006-03-17T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:33:01.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ST.PATRICKS DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/st.patty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/400/st.patty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.st-patricks-day.com/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://www.st-patricks-day.com/index.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114261625864492290?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114261625864492290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114261625864492290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114261625864492290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114261625864492290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-stpatricks-day.html' title='HAPPY ST.PATRICKS DAY'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114171320932680968</id><published>2006-03-08T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:30:23.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE, BATHE, LIVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/mudpuddle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/mudpuddle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's going to shine, and the rain's going to fall and in the end you might get burnt or wet, but hey, that's life. So, dance in the puddles and bathe in the sun, and at the end of the day, smile. Everything's going to be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114171320932680968?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114171320932680968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114171320932680968&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114171320932680968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114171320932680968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/dance-bathe-live.html' title='DANCE, BATHE, LIVE.'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114174375142348470</id><published>2006-03-07T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:06:32.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE PRAY WITH ME FOR A VERY SPECIAL MAN AND HIS SON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/pray%20montana.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/pray%20montana.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, In my closeness to you, I am asking that you be there to help my special friend"J". He is facing a really tough time with his son. Some difficult decisions regarding his sons future had to be made, and I hope you will get them both thru this. Please help the young boy realize how much his dad does love him, and help guide him to the good life, and lead him away from all the wrong choices he has made. Help him learn that he has some great qualities in himself, as he is an extremely bright and beautiful child. Lord please help dad get thru this gut wrenching choice, as he really has no other choice in order to help this child. Please give them both strength, and peace in their hearts, and please show them that you are there for both of them, and after this is over please bring them together, with happiness, gratitude, and love for one another.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114174375142348470?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114174375142348470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114174375142348470&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114174375142348470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114174375142348470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-pray-with-me-for-very-special.html' title='PLEASE PRAY WITH ME FOR A VERY SPECIAL MAN AND HIS SON'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114171345655108282</id><published>2006-03-07T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:05:24.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELS ARE AMONGST US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/angels_in_america_196x260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/angels_in_america_196x260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angels are amongst us&lt;br /&gt;Angels all around&lt;br /&gt;If we quiet our minds, and open our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We will hear their heavenly sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels do protect us&lt;br /&gt;Sent from our Father up above&lt;br /&gt;To guide us along in this confusing world&lt;br /&gt;With reassurance and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has an angel&lt;br /&gt;Given to us from the start&lt;br /&gt;Trust and faith is what we need&lt;br /&gt;To hear them in our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never feel alone or scared&lt;br /&gt;desolate or sad&lt;br /&gt;For when we feel these things at times&lt;br /&gt;Our angels do take charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They comfort us with an enveloping hug&lt;br /&gt;Making sure we know they are there&lt;br /&gt;They only want the best for us&lt;br /&gt;Because they really truly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Schembri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114171345655108282?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114171345655108282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114171345655108282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114171345655108282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114171345655108282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/angels-are-amongst-us.html' title='ANGELS ARE AMONGST US'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114123372513850006</id><published>2006-03-01T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:22:05.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFIDENCE BREEDS SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>"If you wish to suceed in whatever you are doing, it is necessary to have confidence, in others words to develop courage. Your confidence should be such that you be prepared to to undertake each task by yourself, without depending on the collaboration or the help of others. Nobody has ever achieved anything without confidence. By developing courage, and by making the necessary effort, even things that previously seemed complicated turn out to be simple and easy. "&lt;strong&gt;  Dalai Lama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114123372513850006?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114123372513850006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114123372513850006&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114123372513850006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114123372513850006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/03/confidence-breeds-success.html' title='CONFIDENCE BREEDS SUCCESS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114117481689843100</id><published>2006-02-28T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:03:49.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.K........O.K.........</title><content type='html'>You all want to know so badly, yes, I met a really great guy. I 'm not the kiss and tell type, so I will just say that he is absolutely fantastic, and alot taller than my 5' 11" too. Huge smile..... smirk......grin......sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114117481689843100?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114117481689843100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114117481689843100&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114117481689843100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114117481689843100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/okok.html' title='O.K........O.K.........'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114086141306290616</id><published>2006-02-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:59:14.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**BIG SIGH**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIFE IS WONDERFUL........AND SO FULL OF LOVELY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SURPRISES (INSERT BIG GRIN HERE)........HAVE A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FABULOUS WEEKEND FOLKS........MANY SMILES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114086141306290616?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114086141306290616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114086141306290616&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114086141306290616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114086141306290616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-sigh.html' title='**BIG SIGH**'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114081679110967430</id><published>2006-02-24T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:06:15.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE FAITH</title><content type='html'>Have faith in God and he shall deliver, it is the amazing power that he has. Be close to God and ask him for unselfish things. When we genuinely have a closeness to him, he will prove his love to us. When we believe and see him as the creater of us, and when we give our love to him, only then will all our needs be fulfilled. When we have been attacked by another person, do not ask him for revenge, but ask him to love and give to this person. When we are weak, don't ask him for power, but ask him for strength. When we are lonely, we need not ask for companionship, but ask him to be there with us, and give us the joy of self. We do not need to ask God for material things, but we do need to love him and know that he will give us courage, strength, and will to work hard for the things we do need. Do not ask him for the easy way out, but ask him for endurance to make it. If we trust him, and know that our lives are in his hands, only then will we see how he is beside us guiding us in the way which he has intended for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. (Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I called, you answered me; you made me bold and stouthearted. (Psalm 138:3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. He fulfills the desires of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tho&lt;/span&gt;se who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them. (Psalm 145: 18-19) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114081679110967430?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114081679110967430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114081679110967430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114081679110967430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114081679110967430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-faith.html' title='HAVE FAITH'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114066374736527602</id><published>2006-02-22T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:14:10.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIVE FACTOR PERSONALITY PROFILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#bfe9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.Most things in your life are organized and planned well.But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.You're generally a friendly and trusting person.But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got this sweet little number from &lt;a href="http://coffeetalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meritt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~~~UPDATE~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes guys, as a couple of you asked, did this one nail it? Yes, the nail was hit right on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHEERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114066374736527602?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114066374736527602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114066374736527602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114066374736527602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114066374736527602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-five-factor-personality-profile.html' title='MY FIVE FACTOR PERSONALITY PROFILE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114053193555136537</id><published>2006-02-21T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T06:37:50.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH ON LIFE</title><content type='html'>Life is wonderful, great, grand and glorious. I am high on life, as I said to &lt;a href="http://audienceof1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt;. Life is really what we make of it. If we are greatful for what we have instead of sorrowful for what we don't have, we will enjoy life. I am thrilled with what God has given me in my life, I wouldn't change it if I could, I am blessed. It is all a matter of attitude really, and how we perceive things. Two people could have the same situation, but see it differently. If I could give one thing to the world, it would be to give everyone the same possitive attitude that I carry, I can't give them their own possitive attitude, but I will gladly share mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114053193555136537?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114053193555136537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114053193555136537&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114053193555136537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114053193555136537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/high-on-life.html' title='HIGH ON LIFE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114043595590713950</id><published>2006-02-20T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T04:17:11.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMUNICATION</title><content type='html'>Let us speak, let us listen, let us understand. Let us communicate our feelings, our beliefs, and our expectations. The wisest thing we can do for the people in our lives, and for ourselves, is to communicate. We need communication in the work place in order to have teamwork, and in order to effectively accomplish our tasks. We also need communication in our personal relationships, in order to understand each other. We can't mind read, and we certainly can't assume, we can only talk and listen in order to know the feelings and thoughts of those in our lives. We can't keep our thoughs inside, as it enriches us by talking. We need to take more time to listen, by doing so we keep growing. Knowledge is key to better relationships. By listening, talking, and sharing, we are giving respect to the relationship, whatever the nature of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible -- the kind of atmosphere that is found in a nurturing family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virginia Satir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114043595590713950?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114043595590713950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114043595590713950&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114043595590713950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114043595590713950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/communication.html' title='COMMUNICATION'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-114008605514764467</id><published>2006-02-16T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T03:22:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S NOTHING LIKE LIVING</title><content type='html'>I recieved a call from a friend today, he wanted to have me come over and hang out tonight. I was up late last night, and assumed that I would be tired tonight, so I declined, and we made arrangements for lunch on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Susan asked if I wanted to go to The Ranch tonight to sing and thinking I would be tired, and said I would go for a while. I am so glad I did, as we had a really great time. I sang Madonna's Take a bow, then Leanne Rimes Light in your eyes, then Shania Twain's Any man of mine, and lastly, I sang Kiss me, by Six Pence None the richer. I think I did a good job, as I have not been there for a few weeks. Susan, as usual was great, she sang Strong enough by Cher, Good mother by Jann Arden, and a few other songs. we both wanted to sing Earl, but a couple group of girls beat us to it. Keith showed up and sang his Robbie Williams, Angels, and Willie Nelsons Always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night there, Keith showed up later, as did a lady named Tina whom invited me to the legion, to sing karaoki on Thursday nights. She has started a group called People without partners at the legion, and wants me to come, I think that will be kool, karaoki twice in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ranch tonight got pretty lively for a Wednesday night, there was a large group of people at one table to add to the excitement. At one point Tina asked Susan and I to dance, and for that one song everyone in the bar was dancing together, making a train and dancing in circles around the bar. Even two of the waitresses joined in, it was a blast, with the exception of one guy on crutches, every last person in there was dancing, it was like one big party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I went, as I have missed it lately, I had been down there about a month ago, but the split with the ex was fresh so it was upsetting being there, in a place where we had both gone as a couple. Now that I have moved on, it was a nice time, I can't wait till next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, I was discarded for another woman, hurt, upset, and crying none stop for a week or more, I saw nothing but hopelessness and loss, and rightfully was grieving. It took a bit of time and some long talks with a friend (you know who you are J.W.) but now I'm feeling refreshed, alive and well. I am moving on, making plans, going out, having fun, and living......There is nothing like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-114008605514764467?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114008605514764467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=114008605514764467&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114008605514764467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/114008605514764467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-nothing-like-living.html' title='THERE&apos;S NOTHING LIKE LIVING'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113999189185537666</id><published>2006-02-15T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:54:00.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING REAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world is too dangerous for anything but truth, and too small for anything but love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Sloane Coffin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't believe in us, who will? It takes a strong and secure person to be true, to himself and to everyone around him. Why is it that some people feel the need to live in an unrealistic fantasy, is the truth so painful? and if so, should we not change the truth into a better, more acceptable truth, instead of turning it into a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are in such a dream, instead of making the truth an enjoyable existance. Is it simply that these people have been untrue to themselves for so long, that they actually believe there falsehoods to be the truth? The fact of the matter is, we should strive to be true to ourselves, make any changes possible to be the person we want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are so afraid of truth, and reality, that they create this sugar coated world for others to see, and try their best to live and believe it themselves. Are these people so unhappy with reality, that they prefer to dream their life away? Are they happy with their fantasy, or do they desire reality, but are afraid to chase it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is image such an important thing to some people? Why do some people lie about the truth, to make them selves look good? Can they not see the beauty within themselves? The most important thing in life is to be honest and true, not only to everyone around us, but to ourselves. If onlookers do not like the truth, that is their choice, but the truth is reality, it doesn't make sense to deny ourselves of honesty, to look the part, only to feel bad inside. We will feel like a winner and a warrior if we face these battles and seek the truth. We deserve it, and the world would be such a nicer place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113999189185537666?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113999189185537666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113999189185537666&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113999189185537666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113999189185537666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/being-real.html' title='BEING REAL'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113989973572854995</id><published>2006-02-14T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:17:49.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/plotz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="355" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/5886459.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; February 14th, St.Valentines day, a day which is celebrated by lovers and couples everywhere. The stores stock the shelves with heart shaped boxes of candy, cards and an unimaginable supply of heart shaped novelties. The busiest time for flower shops, and wedding chapels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/plotz.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you do not have that special someone in your life to share that special day with? Does this mean you are to go without the flowers and chocolates? Not on your life, just because I don't have a love in my life to buy me treats, doesn't mean this girl is going without. I bought myself Valentines day gifts. I bought myself some Valentines day chocolates, some mango scented candles, computer c.d.'s and jewel cases, a new mouse pad, and some plastic baskets to organize my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was roaming a crowded store, the card isle was full of men scurrying around getting that last minute tolken of affection for their loved ones. February 13th, is not the day to man hunt in a male populated store as they are all obviously taken, they are there buying cards and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE, ESPECIALLY YOU SINGLE PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/clip-art-valentines-day-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113989973572854995?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113989973572854995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113989973572854995&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113989973572854995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113989973572854995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113983244979929138</id><published>2006-02-13T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T04:37:10.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/love%20is.......jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/love%20is.......jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember years ago, this cute little Love is.... cartoon would appear in the daily paper, I used to love it, in fact I would cut them out and stick them in an album. I also used to clip out the Nancy and sluggo ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the meaning of love which are in the dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a word that is said too often, and not really there, it is a term that some often confuse with a lust, or a desire. If you love someone or something, you can't just turn those feelings on suddenly, and you most certainly can not feel them, without knowing, learning , and experiencing what it is you actually love. If you are capable of turning those feelings off, in the blink of an eye, it too can't be love. Love is unconditional, love is forgiving, love is trusting, love is learning, and growing together. Love happens over time, not over coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest loves that should be in your life is the love of God, as he is our life, and our strength, our guide and our saviour. With the love of God, we will be safe, and directed, and unneedy, and content. Most of all with the love of God we have the spirit of forgiveness, and compassion, and the feeling of joy and love for ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113983244979929138?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113983244979929138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113983244979929138&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113983244979929138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113983244979929138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-is.html' title='LOVE IS.....'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113973574911960389</id><published>2006-02-12T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:42:31.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW TOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/SAMSUNG%20SGH-E300%20GSM%20PHONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/SAMSUNG%20SGH-E300%20GSM%20PHONE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I bought a new phone yesterday. I am so glad too, as it is so neccesary in my life, I can never find a working payphone around. So I can contact people and be contacted, anytime, any place. I was trying to get one earlier, as my other cell phone had died over eight months ago, but couldn't be approved for a phone plan as I had no proof of I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a regular reader of mine, then you know well enough the trouble I was having trying to get my I.D. &lt;a href="http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_brite-new-life_archive.html"&gt;(see Government agent troubles Jan 24,2006)&lt;/a&gt; Well I finally have all my I.D. My dad was recently in town, and we went to the storage locker, and weren't leaving until I had found my I.D. There it was, my passport, Canadian citizenship card, original birth certificate (the replacement birth certificate still was not enough proof as they don't accept out of country birth certificates as I.D.) my landed immigrant papers, my S.I.N. card, it was all found, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got my new drivers lisence, now that I could finally prove who I am, and got a cell phone too. The phone in the picture ( down loaded from Google) is the same one as mine, only mine is red, it has a built in camera, and has internet access. I can check my blog, while sitting in traffic. Too cool. I need to learn how to use this thing first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone, hugs, and smiles going your way. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113973574911960389?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113973574911960389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113973574911960389&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113973574911960389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113973574911960389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-toy.html' title='A NEW TOY'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113946058920625863</id><published>2006-02-09T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:56:48.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELS ARE AMONGST US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/96%20ls%20oakland%20sweet%20angel%20DSC_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/96%20ls%20oakland%20sweet%20angel%20DSC_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love angels, they are so wonderful. They help us daily, and so many people are unaware of there existance. As long as you believe, your angel will protect you, you will never have fear. My angel has saved me at least two times. One of those times was in an accident I had in a little car with a 18 wheeler semi truck, I should have died in that accident, but I walked away unscathed. I felt a total feeling of calm, and peace come over me, as my angel was holding me during this accident. The second time I was saved by him was when I was assaulted, I shold have been killed, that was the assaulters intentions, I was not even paralyzed. My angel loves me and takes care of me. Do you believe in your angel? They are all around, you will see if you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels are Amongst Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels are amongst us&lt;br /&gt;Angels all around&lt;br /&gt;If we quiet our minds, and open our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We will hear their heavenly sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels do protect us&lt;br /&gt;Sent from our Father up above&lt;br /&gt;To guide us along in this confusing world&lt;br /&gt;With reassurance and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has an angel&lt;br /&gt;Given to us from the start&lt;br /&gt;Trust and faith is what we need&lt;br /&gt;To hear them in our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never feel alone or scared&lt;br /&gt;desolate or sad&lt;br /&gt;For when we feel these things at times&lt;br /&gt;Our angels do take charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They comfort us with an enveloping hug&lt;br /&gt;Making sure we know they are there&lt;br /&gt;They only want the best for us&lt;br /&gt;Because they really truly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Schembri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113946058920625863?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113946058920625863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113946058920625863&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113946058920625863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113946058920625863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/angels-are-amongst-us.html' title='ANGELS ARE AMONGST US'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113938842029612073</id><published>2006-02-08T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:47:00.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>I bought an awesome book of poetry today, by Helen Steiner Rice.&lt;br /&gt; This is one of the lovely works within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Power of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is no thinking person&lt;br /&gt;who can stand untouched today&lt;br /&gt;And view the world around us&lt;br /&gt;drifting downward to decay&lt;br /&gt;Without feeling deep within them&lt;br /&gt;a silent unnamed dread,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how to stem the chaos&lt;br /&gt;that lies frightfully ahead...&lt;br /&gt;But the problems we are facing&lt;br /&gt;cannot humanly be solved&lt;br /&gt;For our diplomatic strategy&lt;br /&gt;only gets us more involved&lt;br /&gt;And our skillful ingenuity,&lt;br /&gt;our technology and science&lt;br /&gt;Can never change a sinful heart&lt;br /&gt;filled with hatred and defiance...&lt;br /&gt;So our problems keep on growing&lt;br /&gt;every hour every day&lt;br /&gt;As man vainly tries to solve them&lt;br /&gt;in his own self-willful way...&lt;br /&gt;But man is powerless alone&lt;br /&gt;to clean up the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Untill his own polluted soul&lt;br /&gt;is clean and free inside...&lt;br /&gt;For the amazing power of love&lt;br /&gt;is beyond all comprehension&lt;br /&gt;And it alone can heal this world&lt;br /&gt;of its hatred and dissension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helen Steiner Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day folks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113938842029612073?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113938842029612073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113938842029612073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113938842029612073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113938842029612073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/power-of-love.html' title='THE POWER OF LOVE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113929820565521497</id><published>2006-02-07T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:31:48.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING IS IN THE AIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/mybike075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/mybike075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an incredibly beautiful day yesterday was, the sun was shining, and the air was fresh. Spring is almost here, so why not partake in spring time activities. I went out  yesterday (Monday) with a friend on his Harley road king. What a sweet ride, he took me out for lunch at a local pub, and for a lovely ride. There is nothing like being on the back of a bike on a nice day, the sun on my face, wind whipping thru my hair, and a breeze on my skin. If the weather cooperates, we will cruise some more today. It is a great feeling as I haven't rode since before my back injury. The above picture is his bike. Have a great day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113929820565521497?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113929820565521497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113929820565521497&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113929820565521497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113929820565521497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/spring-is-in-air.html' title='SPRING IS IN THE AIR'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113925181239518708</id><published>2006-02-06T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:05:58.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLESSINGS</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been really blue, and you can't quite put your finger on it as to why, well trust me I have been there lots. I am feeling quite the opposite lately, I have been elated and not really for any particular reason, and it feels wonderful. I suppose it is because for once there is no drama in my life, usually caused by the opposite sex(sorry guys) but it is more than that. I am feeling stronger than ever, as I faced a pretty rough couple of weeks after I found out that some one (who shall remain nameless) had another woman at the same time as me, it hurt like a knife in the heart, but I got thru it and got over it, who needs em. I am so happy, I got thru it with out even the desire to do drugs, I have been clean for almost 7 months (in nine days from now) woot woot. I am such an amazingly strong person and every test that God puts my way, I pass with flying colors. I am so happy to be alive after my July assault, and have friends to share my life with. I am so blessed to have Susan and Keith, and the rest of my family, and blessed to have my children and their dad whom we have been amicable since our split in 2001. Life is good. I am also involved with the womans center, and a place where I get comfort and support, and also am able to give my support to women who are just going thru, what I left behind months back. Offering these women my understanding, and my story as to how they will look back on abuse one day, and be there for them as they struggle, is the most rewarding thing. I went thru the things I did, for a reason, and appreciate all I have become, because of it. Life can not get any better than this. Many smiles friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113925181239518708?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113925181239518708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113925181239518708&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113925181239518708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113925181239518708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/blessings.html' title='BLESSINGS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113921749533803299</id><published>2006-02-06T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:13:52.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRITE - NEW - LIFE</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, well if you are here you obviously have my new url that I sent to you. I just wanted to change it. Thank you Ellen for your help, and a couple of others (you know who you are) for the great advice. So it's good bye JOESANGEL , hello BRITE-NEW-LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113921749533803299?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113921749533803299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113921749533803299&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113921749533803299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113921749533803299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/brite-new-life.html' title='BRITE - NEW - LIFE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113919774804556364</id><published>2006-02-05T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T19:49:08.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER BOWL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/seahawks_steelers4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/seahawks_steelers4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K,O.K. I know the biggest game of the year, you boys are so in heaven right now. You have the wives bringing you the chilli, the beer, the natcho's and cheese sauce, the hot dogs. You have food, the cheerleaders, you have a half time show, what else do you need. Don't get too distracted, after all there should be a game on somewhere in that mix too. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113919774804556364?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113919774804556364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113919774804556364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113919774804556364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113919774804556364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-bowl.html' title='SUPER BOWL'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113872601213926323</id><published>2006-01-31T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:51:48.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS GOOD</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone. I am feeling so much better now, thankyou all for your love and support. Thankyou F.T.S. for featuring me this week, it was just what the Doctor ordered*wink*Life is what we make of it, if we sit around and moap, and feel miserable about stuff, we aren't helping ourselves at all.The trick is to simply get over it, get out and enjoy. This, I have been doing, enjoying what I do have instead of worrying about what I don't. Life is great, it's all in the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters&lt;br /&gt;compared to what lives within us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113872601213926323?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113872601213926323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113872601213926323&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113872601213926323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113872601213926323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-good.html' title='LIFE IS GOOD'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113863669751031253</id><published>2006-01-30T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:03:02.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU LORD</title><content type='html'>You have given me an opportunity to be one. A time to discover myself and what I want to get out of life. Thank you for getting me through this last couple of weeks, two weeks of feeling despair, rejection, and sadness. You brought me through it, by guiding me, and showing me positive feelings, and showing me support from my friends and family, showing me that it is ok to grieve the loss of a relationship and be without a man in my life. I am feeling good, and have a positive outlook toward the future. Thank you for bringing peace to my heart, a smile to my face, and a good attitude to my mind. For all you have given me, I am greatful.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113863669751031253?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113863669751031253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113863669751031253&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113863669751031253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113863669751031253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/thank-you-lord.html' title='THANK YOU LORD'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113834722989541938</id><published>2006-01-27T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:47:50.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTITUDE</title><content type='html'>We have to learn to accept what life has to offer, and take it with a grain of salt. Some of us look at life and think it sucks, and others think that they have got it made. It is all in the attitude we have about life and the way we see it that makes it good or bad. We can take what we have and feel blessed, or we can think that we have received a raw deal. Two people could have the same situation, but see it totally differently. We need to focus on the good things, and not the bad as we go about our lives. If we only could all view life thru positive eyes, it would be a world full of content folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The greatest part of our happiness depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marta Washington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113834722989541938?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113834722989541938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113834722989541938&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113834722989541938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113834722989541938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/attitude.html' title='ATTITUDE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113830159946404803</id><published>2006-01-26T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:19:09.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/Pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/Pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me find my way down this dark path, guide me in a straight line, help me along, as the paths surface is jagged and sharp. I see a light but for some reason, I just can’t reach it. Please help lead me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me the strength to face the hurdles and obsticles that slow me down. Help me to understand and accept what life has to offer and the ability to accept what I can not change, and help me to continue to love and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113830159946404803?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113830159946404803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113830159946404803&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113830159946404803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113830159946404803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-god.html' title='DEAR GOD'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113816362440389055</id><published>2006-01-24T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:51:51.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOVERNMENT AGENT TROUBLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/driverslicensce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/driverslicensce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh, the fun and games of dealing with our lovely government. After I was taken away via ambulance with my broken back, the guy that assaulted me kept my purse with all it's contents. After recovering to a comfortable state, I could make it to the motor vehicle licencing office to apply for a replacement drivers licence. They told me at that point that I need I.D. to prove who I am. I explained my situation to the worker there, and told her that all of my I.D. was gone, and explained that my picture was in the government computer from when I had renewed the licence in January of that same year and that should prove that I am indeed Carol (insert last name here). She told me that it was not enough to see my photo in the computer, and to bring in my birth certificate. My dad ordered a new birth certificate for me from England (my place of birth) and it finally arrived. I took this birth certificate to the motor vehicle licence office, and showed it to a worker there. Hoping to finally get my I.D. as it is hard to do pretty much of anything without I.D. She looked at it and told me that it was not enough proof as to whom I am, and that there is alot of identity theft etc. She told me that they do not accept out of country birth certificates as I.D. and that I must bring in my landed immigrant papers as well, or my citizenship card. What a laugh, here we go again. Well I have survived for six months with no I.D. I suppose I can go a little longer. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113816362440389055?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113816362440389055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113816362440389055&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113816362440389055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113816362440389055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/government-agent-troubles.html' title='GOVERNMENT AGENT TROUBLES'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113798582974383898</id><published>2006-01-22T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:10:30.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHERRY BLOSSOMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/CACPE3YN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/400/CACPE3YN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/CAXGVI3H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/400/CAXGVI3H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/CA63OFUJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/400/CA63OFUJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/cherry%20blossoms.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/400/cherry%20blossoms.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love these pictures, I love the cherry blossoms. So pretty, all the trees nice and pink. When they fall after only a short time up there on the branches, to leave the ground covered in a pink blanket.They are so lovely, I just wanted to share. They cheer me up, I hope they cheer you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113798582974383898?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113798582974383898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113798582974383898&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113798582974383898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113798582974383898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/cherry-blossoms.html' title='CHERRY BLOSSOMS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113789038566588094</id><published>2006-01-22T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:20:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/heavens%20rays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/heavens%20rays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.&lt;br /&gt;It is the Morning and the Evening Star.&lt;br /&gt;It shines upon the cradle of the babe,&lt;br /&gt;and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb.&lt;br /&gt;It is the mother of Art,&lt;br /&gt;inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;It is the air and light of every heart,&lt;br /&gt;builder of every home,&lt;br /&gt;kindler of every fire on every hearth.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first to dream of immortality.&lt;br /&gt;It fills the world with melody,&lt;br /&gt;for Music is the voice of Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the magician, the enchanter,&lt;br /&gt;that changes worthless things to joy,&lt;br /&gt;and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.&lt;br /&gt;It is the perfume of the wondrous flower,&lt;br /&gt;the heart and without that sacred passion,&lt;br /&gt;that divine swoon, we are less than beasts;&lt;br /&gt;but with it, earth is heaven and we are gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert G. Ingersoll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113789038566588094?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113789038566588094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113789038566588094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113789038566588094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113789038566588094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113774354790685388</id><published>2006-01-20T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:08:00.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE HOROSCOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FIRE HORSE Horoscope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan 25, 1906 to Feb 12, 1907 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan 21, 1966 to Feb 8, 1967&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse people have a balance of the best kind of qualities. Have you ever seen a wild horse on the beach, with flying mane and flaring nostrils, every muscle bursting with life and je ne sais quois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, the Horse is the standard for grace, strength, rhythm and nobility. They have an amazing capacity for hard work. As a result, they know great success and financial security in their lifetimes. Often quite ostentatious, they enjoy being with large crowds and always seek out the grand and magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need people and have a weakness for those of the opposite sex. You can often find Horses at concerts, music festivals, and the Super Bowls of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parsley Soup and Ginger Root are among the keys to good health!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all the moons of many a year, the Fire Horse is a dynamic creature, with a vigor that promises youth and freshness until the very end of life. The will and the spirit of the Fire Horse cannot be broken. This Horse goes through life with philosophical patience and the ability to bounce back from adversity no matter how dire the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of solitude, Fire Horses also have an insatiable need for intellectual stimulation and they satisfy their curiosity for learning through reading, listening, conversing, and travel abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire Horses make inspiring leaders, revered and respected. They encourage their subordinates with kindness and just the right degree of strictness and work well with people in all stations of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial rewards fall in the middle ground, not too bad, not terrific, but always comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love with the Fire Horse brings pure rapture. These noble Horses are generous with their love, with hugs and kisses. Loved ones always know where they stand because Fire Horses demonstrate every day through their actions the love they feel deep within. Each day is a soft and tender love poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tuvy.com/entertainment/chinese_horoscope.htm"&gt;http://www.tuvy.com/entertainment/chinese_horoscope.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113774354790685388?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113774354790685388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113774354790685388&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113774354790685388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113774354790685388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-horoscope.html' title='CHINESE HOROSCOPE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113763304742304184</id><published>2006-01-18T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T17:17:03.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELAX AND BREATHE</title><content type='html'>I am trying hard not to worry and think so much.It is really hard to do especially when the grief you are in is caused by yourself in the first place. If only I would have done things differently, maybe I wouldn't be in the position I am in right now. I know i'm not completely to blame but I still feel responsible for my part. If only this, if only that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything to change the mind of others but I can stop beating myself up so much over it. It is so difficult, I can't stop wanting back what I had only a couple of weeks ago, now it seems to be standing at such a distance away, and I can't reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change, what I have no control over. I can however learn to accept it, and relax. I have down loaded of the internet some peaceful, relaxing meditation music. I also was lent a cassette of a instructional relaxation session. I listned to this tape last night, and found it very beneficial. I can only do my part. I am working to be strong, and try to need only myself so I will be content either way. It is so hard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcus Aurelius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113763304742304184?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113763304742304184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113763304742304184&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113763304742304184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113763304742304184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/relax-and-breathe.html' title='RELAX AND BREATHE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113753825483536363</id><published>2006-01-17T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:12:47.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN UPDATE</title><content type='html'>I am feeling a bit better, I had a nice talk with my brother this morning and he offered some wise advice. Also, I attended my drop in support group for women, and that was beneficial. In the afternoon, I had a nice chat with a friend, and realize that i'm not the only one who is facing problems,(thankyou, you know who you are). It is nice to have people to talk to in rough times. Just so you know, I was totally not even concidering doing drugs to help deal with my feelings, but I think that maybe my post below sent that message, but that is not what my intentions are.I just need to learn to cope with the rough stuff, I have never had to cope till now, without drugs. I have had no grief for the last six months.I was using drugs before that to help cover pain. Now I realize that i'm not on my own, and I have a wonderful support group. My broken heart is feeling better, and dealing with it. Big deep breath.......................exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm scared today, but when tomorrow comes, my heart will not know sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I will not know fear, and cry no tears, tomorrow I am stronger."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Hiykel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113753825483536363?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113753825483536363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113753825483536363&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113753825483536363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113753825483536363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='AN UPDATE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113747749292354209</id><published>2006-01-17T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:18:16.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/may7-clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/may7-clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/imagessad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/imagessad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am feeling sad and depressed right now. I am wondering where my life is supposed to go, the anxiety is making me sick. I have come a long way and have had a positive attitude the last six months, even lying a hospital bed with a broken back, I had a possitive attitude. Now my personal life taking a turn in a direction which I cannot choose, and it is making me weak. I am so glad the womans support group is on Tuesday mornings, because I can really use it. I really need to learn how to cope when life gets rough, as I have always turned to drugs and refuse to do that ever again. This is the first hurt I have had since I quit, and I am not wanting any drugs either, I just want to know how to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aeschylus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113747749292354209?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113747749292354209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113747749292354209&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113747749292354209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113747749292354209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/blue.html' title='BLUE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113486751650030169</id><published>2006-01-15T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:56:35.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's&lt;br /&gt;heart, or its flame burns low."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113486751650030169?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113486751650030169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113486751650030169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113486751650030169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113486751650030169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-of-day-love-cannot-endure.html' title=''/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113714174924220405</id><published>2006-01-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:45:50.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECCLESIASTES  3: 1-8</title><content type='html'>For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;A time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate;&lt;br /&gt;A time for war, and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113714174924220405?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113714174924220405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113714174924220405&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113714174924220405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113714174924220405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/ecclesiastes-3-1-8.html' title='ECCLESIASTES  3: 1-8'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113679102094794407</id><published>2006-01-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:03:45.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE JOURNEY</title><content type='html'>What if in life's journey you turned left instead of right,&lt;br /&gt;Would present life be such a stuggle and fight?&lt;br /&gt;When your life's path forked did you go east or west?&lt;br /&gt;And have you really done thing's to your very best?&lt;br /&gt;Do you live as a single or half of a set?&lt;br /&gt;Do we have a choice or does someone else choose what we get?&lt;br /&gt;Is our lives pre-destined or do we really get a vote?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we characters in a book our creator wrote?&lt;br /&gt;Are thing's really the way that they seem?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we a product of someones dream?&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to drift and continplate over those things,&lt;br /&gt;But stress and uncertainty is all that those things bring.&lt;br /&gt;But the one and only for sure thing I've come to learn&lt;br /&gt;is to LOVE and be LOVED in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tammy L. Pogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113679102094794407?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113679102094794407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113679102094794407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113679102094794407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113679102094794407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-journey.html' title='LIFE JOURNEY'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113704074811761093</id><published>2006-01-11T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:23:43.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/3669beforemarriage_4334_3669_1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/3669beforemarriage_4334_3669_1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GETTIN SOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/jokes_1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/jokes_1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOT GETTIN ANY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113704074811761093?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113704074811761093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113704074811761093&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113704074811761093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113704074811761093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/gettin-some-not-gettin-any.html' title=''/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113679057071601161</id><published>2006-01-10T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:10:47.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WALL</title><content type='html'>This following poem was not written by me, maybe it should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wall you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Because it's deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It blocks my heart on every side&lt;br /&gt;And lets my emotions hide&lt;br /&gt;You can’t reach in You can’t reach out&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder what its all about&lt;br /&gt;This wall I have that you can’t see&lt;br /&gt;Results from what was done to me&lt;br /&gt;Each time my heart was hurt&lt;br /&gt;The scars within grew worse and worse&lt;br /&gt;So brick by brick I built this wall&lt;br /&gt;I made it so thick it will not fall&lt;br /&gt;I know this process will be slow&lt;br /&gt;For its never easy to let things go&lt;br /&gt;For just by brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;I laid With every hurt and every pain&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to let you In&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I might get hurt again&lt;br /&gt;So brick by brick this wall will break&lt;br /&gt;As love replaces every ache&lt;br /&gt;This wall has fallen and I am free&lt;br /&gt;But some of the debris is still Deep inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Dodson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113679057071601161?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113679057071601161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113679057071601161&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113679057071601161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113679057071601161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-wall.html' title='MY WALL'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113678982100897578</id><published>2006-01-09T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:35:02.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAINED GLASS WINDOWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/imagesstainedglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/imagesstainedglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained glassed windows on my building...Windows from which I hide behind.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding all my terrible insecurities. And all the true thoughts that exist in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained glass windows on my building...Sparkling in the tint of the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;While I sit here softly and patiently. Sitting in my pool of fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained glass windows on my building...Showing their true bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;While I myself am the opposite. Hoping to be unnoticed by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained glass windows on my building...Block the world from the true me.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding all my thoughts and emotions. But one day I'll set them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Sperling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113678982100897578?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113678982100897578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113678982100897578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113678982100897578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113678982100897578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/stained-glass-windows.html' title='STAINED GLASS WINDOWS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113633939813622515</id><published>2006-01-08T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:43:10.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE RULES FOR HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>1. Free your heart from hatred.&lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries.&lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;5. Expect less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113633939813622515?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113633939813622515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113633939813622515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113633939813622515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113633939813622515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/five-rules-for-happiness.html' title='FIVE RULES FOR HAPPINESS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113650689026765398</id><published>2006-01-06T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:14:56.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE &lt; BLOGGERCODE /&gt;</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging for 3-6 months. I own 1 domain and keep my blog and any other content I produce on the same site. I don't know what a "domain" is, therefore I don't have one. I have quite a few links, and I try to check in on them all regularly, or at least periodically. I've looked at my stats reports, but I can't remember the last time I checked them. I try to post once a day, but it doesn't always happen, and that's no big deal. I blog from home when I get some free time. Nearly all the topics I blog are personal experiences or original writing. I've dated and/or slept with another blogger and/or met my significant other through blogging. I have posted quite a few photos of myself, but I was fully clothed in them all, thankyouverymuch. I've taken a few surveys or participated in a few memes, but there seem to be so many of them I have to pick and choose. Nearly all of my offline friends, family members, and co-workers know about my blog, and that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;This site &lt;a href="http://www.leatheregg.com/bloggercode/"&gt;http://www.leatheregg.com/bloggercode/&lt;/a&gt; will analyize your blogging, try it, it's fun. You answer all the questions, and it basically puts it to paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113650689026765398?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113650689026765398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113650689026765398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113650689026765398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113650689026765398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='THE &lt; BLOGGERCODE /&gt;'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113658192680060817</id><published>2006-01-06T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:13:34.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGMANIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/blogger%20sweat%20shirt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/blogger%20sweat%20shirt.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/blogger%20licence%20plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/blogger%20licence%20plate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/wine%20blogging%20wednesdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/wine%20blogging%20wednesdays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOME SERIOUS BLOGGERS HERE.&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/18735983-113658192680060817?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113658192680060817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113658192680060817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113658192680060817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113658192680060817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/blogmania.html' title='BLOGMANIA'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113632026655084311</id><published>2006-01-03T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:55:13.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF ESTEEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SELF ESTEEM PART 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Self Esteem ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self esteem is the opinion you have of yourself. It is based on your attitude to the following:&lt;br /&gt;*Your value as a person&lt;br /&gt;*The job you do&lt;br /&gt;*Your achievements&lt;br /&gt;*How you think others see you&lt;br /&gt;*Your purpose in life&lt;br /&gt;*Your place in the world&lt;br /&gt;*Your potential for success&lt;br /&gt;*Your strengths and weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;*Your social status and how you relate to others&lt;br /&gt;*Your independence or ability to stand on your own feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Low Self Esteem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low self esteem results from you having a poor self image caused by your attitude to one or more of the above.&lt;br /&gt;Example: you do not value the job you do highly or you feel you have no purpose in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is High Self Esteem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High self esteem is the opposite! It is a very important aspect of your life. If you have a high level you will be confident, happy and sure of yourself. You would be highly motivated and have the right attitude to succeed. Self esteem is therefore crucial to you and is a cornerstone of a positive attitude towards living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF ESTEEM PART 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self esteem is related to yourself worth and your value. Building self esteem is a first step towards your happiness and a better life. Self esteem increases your confidence. If you have confidence you will respect yourself. If you respect yourself you can respect others, improve your relationships, your achievements and your happiness....Low self esteem causes depression, unhappiness, insecurity and poor confidence. Other's desires may take preference over yours. Inner criticism, that nagging voice of disapproval inside you, causes you to stumble at every challenge and challenges seem impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.more-selfesteem.com/confidence.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Face your fears - they aren't as bad as you think they are. Facing your fears increases your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;*Forget your failures - learn from them. Avoid making the same mistakes again but don't limit yourself by assuming you failed before so you can't succeed this time. Try again, you're wiser and stronger. Don't be trapped in the past!&lt;br /&gt;* Know what you want and ask for it. You deserve your dreams to come true.&lt;br /&gt;* Reward yourself when you succeed. No-one else will! Isn't everything easier when you take time to help yourself?&lt;br /&gt;* Talk - We often make assumptions about a situation or person which are not true. Your attitude and behaviour can be negatively affected so if you have any doubt or question ask and don't assume you know why or how.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't be defeated! Try something else. You are not going to be defeated by one failed attempt are you? Doesn't everyone fail before they succeed? All you need is a different approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF ESTEEM PART 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Increase your self esteem and your sense of self worth, read these words of inspiration daily, speak of them often and reflect on their meaning:&lt;br /&gt;* Listen to your inner voice and follow your wisdom that knows what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;*Talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.&lt;br /&gt;*Think only of the best, to work only for the best and expect only the best-you deserve nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;*Care about the happiness and success of others and offer them all the help and encouragement they need.&lt;br /&gt;*Forget your past mistakes and focus on your successes encouraging yourself to greater achievements in the future.&lt;br /&gt;*Always do your best so you can be proud that you gave it your best shot.&lt;br /&gt;*When you help someone ask nothing in return, you will receive your reward ten times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To establish true self-esteem we must concentrate on our successes and forget about the failures and the negatives in our lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denis Waitley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113632026655084311?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113632026655084311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113632026655084311&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113632026655084311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113632026655084311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/self-esteem.html' title='SELF ESTEEM'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113616987538398284</id><published>2006-01-01T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:31:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESSFUL LIVING</title><content type='html'>We only get what we want out of life by having dreams and striving towards them. Nothing will get in the way of what we want if we really focus on it and go for it. When we fullfill our desires for ourselves and find happiness, then we have found success, getting anything other than what we want out of life is not. The perfect job isn't achieving success, owning the perfect home isn't achieving success, owning the fastest car isn't success, nor is having the most amount of money. Success is fulfilling our dreams, being happy in life and having the right attitude. When we are content and happy and know what we want out of life, and have the courage to go get it, only then are we successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not intelligence alone that brings success, but also the drive to succeed, the commitment to work hard, and the courage to believe in yourself. Know that your dreams must come from your heart's deepest desires. Only then will the barriers come down before you. To know your heart, you must know yourself. You are who you decide to be, not who other people decide for you to be. Be noble. Stand on the higher ground. Create your life and then go out and live it." &lt;strong&gt;Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113616987538398284?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113616987538398284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113616987538398284&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113616987538398284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113616987538398284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2006/01/successful-living.html' title='SUCCESSFUL LIVING'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113591652635901847</id><published>2005-12-31T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:49:08.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/fireworks_full.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/fireworks_full.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fun three months blogging, as I was a blog virgin untill Sept when I opened an M.S.N. space.I much prefer my desision to use blogger instead. I have had the opportunity to get to know a handful of wonderful people with whom I shall continue to blog with in 2006. So a happy new year to all my new friends, have a safe and happy new years celebration. I will see you next year. CHEERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "A new year is unfolding - like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113591652635901847?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113591652635901847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113591652635901847&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113591652635901847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113591652635901847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113607136189651216</id><published>2005-12-30T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:16:50.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Recipe for a Prosperous, Peaceful Year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take twelve, fine, full-grown months, see that these are thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;free from all old memories of bitterness, rancor, hate and jealousy;&lt;br /&gt;cleanse them completely from every clinging spite: pick off all specks&lt;br /&gt;of pettiness and littleness; in short , see that these months are freed&lt;br /&gt;from all the past; have them as fresh and clean as when they first came&lt;br /&gt;from the great storehouse of Time. Cut these months into thirty or&lt;br /&gt;thirty-one equal parts. This batch will keep for just one year. Do not&lt;br /&gt;attempt to make up the whole batch at one time(so many persons spoil&lt;br /&gt;the entire lot in this way),but prepare one day at a time, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Into each day put&lt;br /&gt;twelve parts of faith,&lt;br /&gt;eleven of patience,&lt;br /&gt;ten of courage,&lt;br /&gt;nine of of work,&lt;br /&gt;eight of hope,&lt;br /&gt;seven of fidelity,&lt;br /&gt;six of liberality,&lt;br /&gt;five of kindness,&lt;br /&gt;four of rest,&lt;br /&gt;three of prayer,&lt;br /&gt;two of meditation,&lt;br /&gt;and one well selected resolution.&lt;br /&gt;If you have no conscientious scruples,&lt;br /&gt;put in about a teaspoonful of good spirits,&lt;br /&gt;a dash of fun,&lt;br /&gt;a pinch of folly,&lt;br /&gt;a sprinkling of play,&lt;br /&gt;and a heaping cupful of good humor.&lt;br /&gt;Pour into the whole love ad libitum and mix with a vim.&lt;br /&gt;Cook thoroughly in a fervent heat; garnish with a few smiles and a sprig of joy;&lt;br /&gt;then serve with quietness, unselfishness, and cheerfulness,&lt;br /&gt;and a Happy New Year is certain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113607136189651216?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113607136189651216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113607136189651216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113607136189651216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113607136189651216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-recipe.html' title='New Year Recipe'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113518144527449147</id><published>2005-12-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:02:43.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER.</title><content type='html'>She was beaten down, told she's no good, a useless piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;She was disliked, even hated for all the things she was not.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't seen as the beauty she is, but put down every day.&lt;br /&gt;She was told she was a lousy mother, sister and lover, just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;She was not worthy of a decent man, as she was such a loser herself.&lt;br /&gt;No one could see all her faults, so many did she possess.&lt;br /&gt;She was not worth more, only did she deserve less.&lt;br /&gt;A tragedy would occur one day, and turned all these thoughts around.&lt;br /&gt;An angel came to save her life, and lift her off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;It was finally realized that never did she, deserve to be treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;So she changed her opinion of herself, as she was the only one who felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wrote this in celebration of the feelings I now have for myself,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; only descovered on July 15, 2005. The day I came &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;within inches of losing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my life. It is great to be alive, and finally well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched ...&lt;br /&gt;but are felt in the heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helen Keller&lt;a href="http://www.blogupload.com/12819/Allison_Krauss_-_When_You_Say_Nothing_At_All.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113518144527449147?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113518144527449147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113518144527449147&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113518144527449147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113518144527449147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER.'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113542520996270612</id><published>2005-12-24T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T03:53:30.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/Merry%20Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/400/Merry%20Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113542520996270612?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113542520996270612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113542520996270612&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113542520996270612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113542520996270612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113516175798108295</id><published>2005-12-21T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T02:49:17.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHOHO HEHEHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Christmas jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1)What did Adam say on the day before Christmas ?&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas, Eve !&lt;br /&gt;2)How do you make an idiot laugh on boxing day ?&lt;br /&gt;Tell him a joke on Christmas Eve !&lt;br /&gt;3)What do you have in December that you don't have in any other month ?&lt;br /&gt;The letter "D" !&lt;br /&gt;4)What does Santa suffer from if he gets stuck in a chimney ?&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claustrophobia !&lt;br /&gt;5)What do you call a letter sent up the chimney on Christmas Eve ?&lt;br /&gt;Black mail !&lt;br /&gt;6)Who delivers cat's Christmas presents ?&lt;br /&gt;Santa Paws !&lt;br /&gt;7)Why does Santa go down the chimney ?&lt;br /&gt;Because it soots him !&lt;br /&gt;8)Who delivers elephants's Christmas presents?&lt;br /&gt;Elephanta Claus !&lt;br /&gt;9)How many chimney's does Santa go down ?&lt;br /&gt;Stacks !&lt;br /&gt;10)Why is Santa like a bear on Christmas Eve ?&lt;br /&gt;Because he's Sooty !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/lkn0032l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/lkn0032l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know this sounds crazy, but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if I don't even exist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113516175798108295?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113516175798108295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113516175798108295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113516175798108295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113516175798108295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/hohoho-hehehe.html' title='HOHOHO HEHEHE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113502678864291081</id><published>2005-12-19T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:13:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHISKY CHRISTMAS CAKE</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS CAKE RECIPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; INGREDIENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 cup of water&lt;br /&gt;  1 cup of sugar&lt;br /&gt;  4 large brown eggs&lt;br /&gt;   2 cups of dried fruit&lt;br /&gt;  1 teaspoon of salt &lt;br /&gt;  1 cup of brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;  Lemon juice &lt;br /&gt;  Nuts&lt;br /&gt;  1 bottle of whisky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  METHOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sample the whisky to check for quality.  Take a large bowl. Check the whisky again.&lt;br /&gt; To be sure it's the highest quality,  pour one level cup and drink. Repeat.  Turn on the&lt;br /&gt; electric mixer,  beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.  Add one  teaspoon of sugar&lt;br /&gt;and beat again.  Make sure the whisky is still OK.  Cry another tup.  Tune up the mixer.&lt;br /&gt; Beat two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.  Mix on the turner.&lt;br /&gt; If the fired druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it goose with a drewscriver. Sample the whisky to check for tonsisticity.  Next, sift two cups of salt.  Or something.  Who cares?&lt;br /&gt; Check the whisky.  Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.  Add one tablespoon&lt;br /&gt; the sugar  or something.  Whatever you can find.  Grease the oven.  Turn the cake tin&lt;br /&gt; to 350 degrees.  Don't  forget to beat off the turner.  Throw the bowl out of the window.&lt;br /&gt; Check  the whisky again and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113502678864291081?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113502678864291081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113502678864291081&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113502678864291081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113502678864291081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/whisky-christmas-cake.html' title='WHISKY CHRISTMAS CAKE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113411961233800737</id><published>2005-12-18T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:31:16.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word,&lt;br /&gt;a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring,&lt;br /&gt;all of which have the potential to turn a life around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo Buscaglia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113411961233800737?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113411961233800737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113411961233800737&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113411961233800737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113411961233800737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-of-day-too-often-we.html' title=''/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113487162300022791</id><published>2005-12-17T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:07:40.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED A LAUGH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/badsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/badsanta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only naked man that I have on my computer,&lt;br /&gt;and he's a keeper. I needed a laugh, and santa is the man&lt;br /&gt;to provide the chuckles. Enjoy ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113487162300022791?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113487162300022791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113487162300022791&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113487162300022791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113487162300022791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/need-laugh.html' title='NEED A LAUGH?'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113449884618473482</id><published>2005-12-16T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:05:15.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG LIVING IN DISGUISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/disguise1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/disguise1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/disguise3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/disguise3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/disguise2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/disguise2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/disguise5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/disguise5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am blogging to people who are in disguise. I realize that the nice&lt;br /&gt;part about having a blog is the anonymity, but I feel it would make it so much more&lt;br /&gt;personal if we could put a face to a name. Some bloggers do not post their picture on their&lt;br /&gt;site, what is the reason for this? A weirdo could be very possibly lurking amongst us, but probably unlikely. But as long as we don't arrange to go meet someone all alone in a private place, we should be pretty safe. I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/girl-in-disguise.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do have my picture in my profile and i'm not worried&lt;br /&gt;about it. This is who I am, take it or leave it, there are all different kinds of people in the&lt;br /&gt;real world, and also in blog land. The differences in people is what makes us all so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So I try to picture in my head , the faces, and I suppose I will use my imagination as to what&lt;br /&gt;the person looks like who i'm blogging to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113449884618473482?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113449884618473482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113449884618473482&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113449884618473482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113449884618473482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-living-in-disguise.html' title='BLOG LIVING IN DISGUISE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113464146674976400</id><published>2005-12-15T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T02:11:06.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness comes only from appreciating what you have right now.&lt;br /&gt;You can even be happy by appreciating your troubles because they&lt;br /&gt;are helping to build your character."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Harriet Meyerson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113464146674976400?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113464146674976400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113464146674976400&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113464146674976400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113464146674976400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113443961651389613</id><published>2005-12-13T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:20:59.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS GIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/women%20children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/women%20children.jpg" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/Women%20with%20children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/Women%20with%20children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/images.jpg" width="79" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/Women%20with%20children.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/Women%20with%20children.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/Women%20with%20children.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/women%20children.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These images of women and children are loaded from Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best gift ever,&lt;/strong&gt; I will recieve this year, from my parents. They have decided&lt;br /&gt;instead of buying unneeded gifts for all of the adults in the family, to give a donation&lt;br /&gt;to the women in need charity. And have asked that we do the same, only buy for the&lt;br /&gt;children and every one else on our list, to give to charity instead. What a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;thought, we don't need anything as we buy what we need , when we need it. This gesture particularily has an effect in my heart as I was a woman in need recently, but luck would&lt;br /&gt;have it, I have a wonderful, warm family to turn to, some women and children do not. I&lt;br /&gt;was heading down a rocky road, involved with an abusive man, and was abusing drugs to&lt;br /&gt;deal with my pain. Only after a really nasty near fatal assault from him did I see the light,&lt;br /&gt;my future was in desperate need of me changing now. If it weren't for the love and support&lt;br /&gt;from my family, I would not have survived the mental side of it. So you can see how the&lt;br /&gt;thought of helping other women in need, women whom have left abusive relationships and&lt;br /&gt;have nowhere to go, women whom have no jobs and a house full of childen, women with no&lt;br /&gt;food, or any means of shelter, women whom are addicted to drugs, women whom have no family, and no where to turn to means alot to me. I hold these women close to my heart. Donating to this charity is the best Christmas gift ever, as I know that this could easily have been me in need. Christmas time is an excellent time to donate, as these women would have&lt;br /&gt;no resources, if it weren't for this and they will be able to give their children a better&lt;br /&gt;Christmas because of it. But let us not forget about them the rest of the year too, as there&lt;br /&gt;are women in need 365 days a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of giving not as a duty but as a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John D Rockefeller Jr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/img1099422270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113443961651389613?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113443961651389613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113443961651389613&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113443961651389613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113443961651389613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/wonderful-christmas-gift.html' title='A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS GIFT'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113440496587445991</id><published>2005-12-12T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:10:32.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN INNKEEPERS TALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/lodging_tissot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/lodging_tissot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They think I'm some kind of cruel, heartless landlord. Someone must&lt;br /&gt;have told them that. But they're wrong, just plain wrong, and it's time&lt;br /&gt;to set the record straight, once and for all. People say I'm an&lt;br /&gt;innkeeper. I suppose you'd call it an inn. To us it's just a big house. My grandfather, Joshua ben-Yahoudi, built it back when his trading business was at a peak. And he built it big enough to fit all fourteen kids. Well, a&lt;br /&gt;few years ago, the missus and I were just rattling around in that big&lt;br /&gt;house, kids grown up and all, and we were thinking, maybe we could&lt;br /&gt;take in a few travelers. Rachel has always been mighty good in the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen, so we just let out word that we'd take people in, and they&lt;br /&gt;started to come. Every night we'd have a person or two, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;more. People would always come back when they came to town again,&lt;br /&gt;intent on another bowl of Rachel's lamb stew. Then came that blankety-blank census the governor thought up. Taxation, pure and simple! People from all over&lt;br /&gt; the province flooded into town that week. Filled us clean up. Rachel and I slept in&lt;br /&gt; the main room where we always do, and we started putting guests in the other three &lt;br /&gt;rooms. The kept coming. Then we doubled up two or three families to a room. They kept coming. Finally, when we had filled the main room with four families plus Rachel and me,&lt;br /&gt; we started turning people away. I must have gotten in and out of bed ten times that night, stumbling over bodies to get to the door. "No more room, sorry folks. No more room.&lt;br /&gt; Come back in the morning. We have a couple of families leaving then." They'd mutter something and head back to their party, and sleep somewhere next to a house under the&lt;br /&gt; shelter of a blanket. I just couldn't make any more room. That's the honest truth. But I did make room for one more couple. Joseph was a burly man with big arms and strong hands,&lt;br /&gt; down from Nazareth, I think he said. He wouldn't take "no" for an answer. I would say, "&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm sorry," and he'd tell me about his "little Mary." Well, when I saw "little Mary" she wasn't very little. She was just about as pregnant as a woman can get, and awfully pale.&lt;br /&gt;While Joseph was pleading, I saw her grab her tummy in pain, and I knew I couldn't let her have that baby outside in the wind and sleet. The barn. That would just have to do, I told myself, and let them and their donkey out back. Now it was pretty crowded, so I shooed&lt;br /&gt; several animals into the pen outside to make room in one dry corner. Joseph said,&lt;br /&gt;"We sure are grateful, sir." Then with a serious look, he asked me, "Do you know where&lt;br /&gt;I can find a midwife in these parts? We might need her tomorrow or the next day."&lt;br /&gt; That man didn't know much about having babies, it was plain enough to see. I ran to Aunt Sarah's house and pounded on the door until her husband came. "One of the travelers is&lt;br /&gt;having a baby," I told him. "I'll wait while Aunt Sarah gets dressed." I stopped a moment&lt;br /&gt; to catch my breath. " And tell her to hurry." By the time we got back to the barn, Joseph&lt;br /&gt; had "little Mary" settled on some soft, clean hay, wrapped up in a blanket, wiping the perspiration off her brow, and was speaking softly to her as she fought the waves of pain.&lt;br /&gt; Aunt Sarah sent me to get my Rachel, and then pushed Joseph and me out of the barn.&lt;br /&gt; "This ain't no place for men," she said. We waited just outside in the shelter of the barn for hours, it seemed like. Well, all of a sudden, we hear a little cry. "You've got a baby boy,"&lt;br /&gt; Aunt Sarah was saying as we peeped around the corner. She hands the young-un to&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, and she wraps it up in those swaddling bands she had saved. Cute little thing,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you. Well, Joseph goes over to Mary and gives her a big hug, and a kiss on the&lt;br /&gt; cheek, and Rachel hands Mary the baby, and then comes over to me and takes my hand. "Remember when our Joshua was born?" she whispers. The lantern was blowing almost&lt;br /&gt; out, the cattle were lowing softly, and baby Jesus was asleep in his mother's arms.&lt;br /&gt;That's how I left them as I walked Aunt Sarah home. Chilly wind, though the sleet had&lt;br /&gt;stopped. By the time I got back, Rachel was in bed, and I was about ready to put out&lt;br /&gt;the light, step over sleeping bodies, and get under the warm covers, when I heard some murmuring out by the barn. I'd better check, I told myself. When I peeped in, I saw&lt;br /&gt;shepherds. Raggedy, smelly old shepherds were kneeling down on the filthy barn floor&lt;br /&gt; as if they were praying. The oldest one was saying something to Joseph about angels&lt;br /&gt;and the Messiah. And the rest of them just knelt there with their heads bowed, some&lt;br /&gt; with tears running down their faces. I coughed out loud, and Joseph looked up. I was&lt;br /&gt; almost ready to run those thieving shepherds off, when Joseph motioned to me with&lt;br /&gt;his hand. "It's okay," he whispered. "They've come to see the Christ-baby."&lt;br /&gt;The Christ-baby? The Messiah? That was when I knelt, too. And watched, and prayed,&lt;br /&gt;and listened to the old shepherd recount his story of angels and heavenly glory, and the&lt;br /&gt;sign of a holy baby, wrapped in swaddling bands, to be found in a stable-manger. My Lord,&lt;br /&gt;it was my stable where the Christ-baby was born. My manger he rested in. My straw,&lt;br /&gt;my lamp, my wife Rachel assisting at his birth. The shepherds left after a while. Some of&lt;br /&gt;them leaned over and kissed the sleeping Christ-child before they departed. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be glad I made room in the barn for that family, that holy family. You see,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some mean inn-keeper. I was there. I saw him. And, you know, years later that&lt;br /&gt;boy came back to Bethlehem, this time telling about the Kingdom of God. Oh, I believe in&lt;br /&gt;him, I tell you. I was there. And, mark my words, if you'd seen what I've seen, you'd be a believer, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr.Ralph F. Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113440496587445991?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113440496587445991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113440496587445991&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113440496587445991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113440496587445991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/innkeepers-tale.html' title='AN INNKEEPERS TALE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113419593173619259</id><published>2005-12-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:05:30.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRISTMAS STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/oldbethlehem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/oldbethlehem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once in a while at Christmas time I catch myself complaining about little things,inconveniences, mainly. "I don't need this now," I mutter, and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;"Why does this have to happen to me? Is God mad at me?" Then my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;turn to Mary and Joseph. Face it. Their story doesn't center on sugar cookies and egg nog. Joseph was off work for weeks because the government made him travel to a distant town to fill out some stupid registration papers. You can bet the Nazareth biddies hounded Mary about her pregnancy. Have you ever been called "slut"? Can you imagine taking a four-day donkey ride to Bethlehem at full term? Of course, if Mary didn't want to ride, she could always walk ... or waddle. Think about a camping trip with winter winds whistling through your tent. Or do you have a tent? How about being in labor in a dirty cattle barn? One whiff was all Mary needed. And then, in the middle of the night after a grueling labor, there's a herdsman banging on the door Why, of all things, did God let His own Son to be born under those conditions? Was God mad at Mary and Joseph? Of course not. Maybe God allowed the stable so we could see His glory backlit amidst life's humbling experiences. Life does have its downside, its reversals, its annoyances. And where is God when we despair? He was with Mary&lt;br /&gt;and Joseph every moment, working out His plan, just as He is with you and me right now. I guess Christmas reminds us look to beyond our aggravations. God is doing something. You know, if we'll lift our eyes above Bethlehem's hovels for a moment, we might even catch a glimpse of the Christmas star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Dr. Ralph F. Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be&lt;br /&gt; patient and always to be kind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helen Steiner Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113419593173619259?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113419593173619259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113419593173619259&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113419593173619259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113419593173619259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-star.html' title='THE CHRISTMAS STAR'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113411970841447069</id><published>2005-12-09T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:27:38.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PERFECT GIFT</title><content type='html'>At Christmas time, we worry so much about money, and buying the " perfect gift ".  Every newspaper and flyer insert we see, brain washes us into concentrating on the commercialization of Christmas. The perfect gift is the gift of love, and being with our loved ones, our children, family, and friends. True friends don't care if we spend money on them, but care to spend time with us. And being with family,  sharing memories, and creating new memories for our children is what our focus should be on at Christmas time, and all year thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove... but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Forest E. Witcraft&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113411970841447069?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113411970841447069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113411970841447069&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113411970841447069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113411970841447069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/perfect-gift.html' title='THE PERFECT GIFT'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113388934604652349</id><published>2005-12-06T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T09:15:46.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING TO KEEP IN MIND AT THIS BUSY TIME OF YEAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your children need your presence more than your presents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesse Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113388934604652349?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113388934604652349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113388934604652349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113388934604652349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113388934604652349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-to-keep-in-mind-at-this-busy.html' title='SOMETHING TO KEEP IN MIND AT THIS BUSY TIME OF YEAR.'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113368798028908591</id><published>2005-12-04T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:25:12.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TREES 'N COOKIES</title><content type='html'>Last night the Christmas tree was set up so today the children will get to decorate it, they will also make and decorate cookies today. The best part about Christmas is how the kids get so excited  preparing these things ahead of time. On Christmas day they are so overwhelmed with gifts and all the excitement, so it is a nice time to see them excited for weeks in advance too, by preparing,  baking and decorating for the big day. Next weekend they will go out and do their Christmas shopping, and gift wrapping. This is such a joyful time, I love to make it as special as possible for them, as most of my fondest childhood memories are of Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt; In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larry Wilde, The Merry Book of Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113368798028908591?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113368798028908591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113368798028908591&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113368798028908591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113368798028908591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/trees-n-cookies.html' title='TREES &apos;N COOKIES'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113364766969095394</id><published>2005-12-03T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:38:49.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILDREN</title><content type='html'>Oh, I so love my children. I love them when they laugh, giggle, play, fight, argue, challenge. I love them when they eat, when they don't eat, when they cry, and when they don't cry. I love them when they are here, and when they are not here. I love them when they understand, and I love them when they don't understand. I love them because they love me, and I love them because they will always love me. I love them because they bring me joy, and I love them because they will always bring me joy. I love them because they will always bring me challenges, and keep me on my toes. I love them because they will always fulfill my life, and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JENNY AND EDDIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bitter are the tears of a child: Sweeten them.&lt;br /&gt;Deep are the thoughts of a child: Quiet them.&lt;br /&gt;Sharp is the grief of a child: Take it from him.&lt;br /&gt;Soft is the heart of a child: Do not harden it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pamela Glenconner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113364766969095394?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113364766969095394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113364766969095394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113364766969095394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113364766969095394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/children.html' title='CHILDREN'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113354697063984950</id><published>2005-12-02T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:09:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSEVERANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the&lt;br /&gt; stream always wins- not through strength but by perseverance."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;H. Jackson Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113354697063984950?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113354697063984950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113354697063984950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113354697063984950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113354697063984950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/perseverance.html' title='PERSEVERANCE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113338941062721677</id><published>2005-11-30T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:58:45.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>Happiness is something which we all deserve, but not always are able to find.&lt;br /&gt;When we can't find happiness, it is probably because we are looking in the&lt;br /&gt;wrong place for it. Some people depend on others to bring them happiness&lt;br /&gt;instead of finding it in themselves. Some people aim too high and are&lt;br /&gt;dissapoined at the failure to acomplish an unrealistic goal. When we accept&lt;br /&gt;ourselves and our lives we will be able to be happy. When we truly love&lt;br /&gt;ourselves, and love those in our lives, we will find happiness. When we accept&lt;br /&gt;who we are and realize that happiness comes from within us, only then have&lt;br /&gt;we found happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugh Downs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113338941062721677?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113338941062721677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113338941062721677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113338941062721677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113338941062721677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113330352203589743</id><published>2005-11-29T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:01:11.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS YOUNG AS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Youth is not entirely a time of life; it is a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years.&lt;br /&gt;People grow old by deserting their ideals.&lt;br /&gt;You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubts;&lt;br /&gt;as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear;&lt;br /&gt;as young as your hope, as old as your despair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Douglas McArthur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113330352203589743?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113330352203589743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113330352203589743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113330352203589743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113330352203589743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-young-as.html' title='AS YOUNG AS....'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113324436036531746</id><published>2005-11-29T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:28:55.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME MADE HAIR CUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/dads%20pics%20248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/dads%20pics%20248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing thru some old pictures&lt;br /&gt;and came across these ones, the&lt;br /&gt;home made hair cut pictures. I think&lt;br /&gt;we all experimented with scissors as&lt;br /&gt;children, mum was not happy when she&lt;br /&gt;came home from work to find out that&lt;br /&gt;dad had not watched me quite closely&lt;br /&gt;enough. What I was trying to achieve&lt;br /&gt;was the no bangs look just like the girl&lt;br /&gt;(Shareen)whom lived next door to me.&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing it gets parted down the&lt;br /&gt;middle and swept sideways, I cut my&lt;br /&gt;bangs off to get the same look, the&lt;br /&gt;outcome wasn't exactly what I was&lt;br /&gt;going for. Kids, the things they will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/2005%2010%2023%20October%20Visit%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113324436036531746?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113324436036531746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113324436036531746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113324436036531746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113324436036531746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-made-hair-cut.html' title='HOME MADE HAIR CUT'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113293515967394884</id><published>2005-11-27T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T13:04:38.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SOMETIMES WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH IDIOTS IN OUR EVERY DAY LIVES, WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO DEAL WITH IT, AS THEY ARE EVERY WHERE. HERE ARE A FEW EXAMPLES OF IDIOTS. WHEN WE ARE EXPOSED TO THEM WE SHOULD SIMPLY SMILE AND NOD AND APPRECIATE OUR OWN INTELIGENCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McDonald's Incompetence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to McDonald's. I looked at the menu and saw that you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked for a half-dozen nuggets. "We don't have a half-dozen nuggets," said the teenager at the counter. "You don't?" I replied. "We only have six, nine, or twelve," was the reply. "So I can't order a half-dozen nuggets but I can order six?" "That's right."&lt;br /&gt;So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credit Card Verification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was signing the receipt for my credit card purchase when the clerk noticed that I had never signed my name on the back of the credit card. She informed me that she could not complete the transaction unless the card was signed. When I asked why, she explained that it was necessary to compare the signature on the credit card with the signature I just signed on the receipt. So I signed the credit card in front of her. She carefully compared that signature to the one I signed on the receipt. As luck would have it, they matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping On The Net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady at work was seen putting a credit card into her floppy drive and pulling it out very quickly. When inquired as to what she was doing, she said she was shopping on the Internet and they asked for a credit card number, so she's using the ATM "thingy".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113293515967394884?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113293515967394884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113293515967394884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113293515967394884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113293515967394884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/idiots.html' title='IDIOTS'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113303152254248019</id><published>2005-11-26T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T10:58:42.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/1600/pms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6941/1840/320/pms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HMMMM, I WONDER WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113303152254248019?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113303152254248019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113303152254248019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113303152254248019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113303152254248019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmmm-i-wonder-why.html' title=''/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113302721363834844</id><published>2005-11-26T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:53:27.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN ARE HAPPIER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A FRIEND RECENTLY SENT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THIS ONE , I HAD TO SHARE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men Are Just Happier People.............. What do you expect from such simple creatures?&lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put.&lt;br /&gt;The garage is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;You can be President.&lt;br /&gt;You can never be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear NO shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;The world is your urinal.&lt;br /&gt;You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.&lt;br /&gt;Same work, more pay.&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles add character.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dress $5000.Tux rental-$100.&lt;br /&gt;People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.&lt;br /&gt;New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.&lt;br /&gt;One mood all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;You know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;You can open all your own jars.&lt;br /&gt;You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.&lt;br /&gt;Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;You almost never have strap problems in public.&lt;br /&gt;You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Everything on your face stays its original color.&lt;br /&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.&lt;br /&gt;You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;You can play with toys all your life.&lt;br /&gt;Your belly usually hides your big hips.&lt;br /&gt;One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.&lt;br /&gt;You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.&lt;br /&gt;You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;br /&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No wonder men are happier."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS FOR THE LAUGHS LORRAINE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113302721363834844?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113302721363834844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113302721363834844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113302721363834844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113302721363834844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/men-are-happier.html' title='MEN ARE HAPPIER'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113294090997045075</id><published>2005-11-25T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T09:53:43.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE ARE SOME HEALTHY FRUITS AND SOME HEALTHY LIFESTYLE CHOICES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUPER FRUITS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiwi:&lt;/strong&gt; Tiny but mighty, This is a good source of potassium, magnesium, Vitamin E &amp; fibre. It's Vitamin C content is twice that of an orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt;: An apple a day keeps the doctor away ? Although an apple has a low Vitamin C content, it has antioxidants &amp;amp; flavonoids which enhances the activity of Vitamin C thereby helping to lower the risks of colon cancer, heart attack &amp; stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry&lt;/strong&gt;: Protective fruit Strawberries have the highest total antioxidant power among major fruits &amp;amp; protects the body from cancer causing, bloodvessels clogging free radicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange:&lt;/strong&gt; Sweetest medicine Taking 2 - 4 oranges a day may help keep colds away, lower cholesterol, prevent &amp; dissolve kidney stones as well as lessen the risk of colon cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water Melon:&lt;/strong&gt; Coolest Thirst Quencher Composed of 92% water, it is also packed with a giant dose of glutathione which helps boost our immune system. They are also a key source of lycopene -the cancer fighting oxidant. Other nutrients found in water melon are Vitamin C &amp;amp; Potassium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guava &amp; Papaya:&lt;/strong&gt; Top awards for Vitamin C They are the clear winners for their high Vitamin C content. Guava is also rich in fibre which helps prevent constipation. Papaya is rich in carotene, this is good for your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEALTHY LIFESTYLE CHOICES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips of how to stay young&lt;/strong&gt;.......Researches have found that people who generally live longer do so partly because of good habits. Here is a list of some of the following good habits for longevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Laugh &amp; have fun, don't be gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Let bygones be bygones. Dwelling on the past inflicts unnecessary stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Early to bed, early to rise, is healthy &amp;amp; wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Stay lean, being just 30% overweight is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Keep learning, reading &amp; socializing - an alert &amp;amp; active mind keep brain cells healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Keep working, doing something you like. Don't retire. It slows down your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; Be the boss of your own life. Letting others push you around produces stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113294090997045075?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113294090997045075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113294090997045075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113294090997045075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113294090997045075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-are-some-healthy-fruits-and-some.html' title='HERE ARE SOME HEALTHY FRUITS AND SOME HEALTHY LIFESTYLE CHOICES'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113282502941644340</id><published>2005-11-24T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:37:19.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A LITTLE THANKSGIVING DAY JOKE FOR ALL OF YOU SOUTH OF THE BORDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I ate too much Turkey,&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much corn,&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much pudding and pie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuffed up with muffins and too much stuffin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to die.&lt;br /&gt;I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I had known when to stop.&lt;br /&gt;For I'm so crammed with yams, sauces, gravies, and jams&lt;br /&gt;That my buttons are starting to pop!&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of tomatoes and french fried potatoes&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is swollen and sore.&lt;br /&gt;But there's still some dessert&lt;br /&gt;so I guess it won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;if I eat just a little bit more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113282502941644340?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113282502941644340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113282502941644340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113282502941644340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113282502941644340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='THANKSGIVING DAY'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113278272064666249</id><published>2005-11-23T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:07:36.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE</title><content type='html'>Well today is " lazy day " After finally getting out of bed at noon, I made myself a cup of tea, and have been perched here at the computer ever since, it's now ten to two. No shower yet, that will come in time, my time. Yesterday was quite hectic, as I was up an at em early to get to my womens drop in group at the local womens center. I was there from 9:30 am-11:30am. After it was over Susan ( whom had been at home painting her daughters bedroom) was there to pick me up and whisk me off to my physio therapist appointment, it was from 12:00-1:00pm. Susan went and did a little shopping while she was waiting for me. At 1:00 she was there to pick me up and take me to my councelling appointment at 1:30 which went till 2:30. After the appointment was over I stopped in at the Dairy Queen across the road and had a burger and coffee. After that I walked home. Susan was off taking her son to an appointment of his, once again taking a break from painting( on her day off work) so she could chaoufer around her loved ones. Did I say yesterday was hectic, well it was..................for Susan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113278272064666249?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113278272064666249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113278272064666249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113278272064666249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113278272064666249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113242839962128169</id><published>2005-11-19T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:48:22.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.K. YESTERDAY I PICKED ON BLONDES, TODAY IT'S MEN</title><content type='html'>Great Advice to Pass on to Your Daughters&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't imagine you can change a man - unless he's in diapers.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you do if your boyfriend walks-out? You shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;3. If they put a man on the moon - they should be able to put them all up there.&lt;br /&gt;4. Never let your man's mind wander - it's too little to be out alone.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go for younger men. You might as well - they never mature anyway.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men are all the same - they just have different faces, so that you can tell them apart.&lt;br /&gt;7. Definition of a bachelor; a man who has missed the opportunity to make some woman miserable.&lt;br /&gt;8. Women don't make fools of men - most of them are the do-it-yourself types.&lt;br /&gt;9. Best way to get a man to do something, is to suggest they are too old for it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Love is blind, but marriage is a real eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;11. If you want a committed man, look in a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;12. The children of Israel wandered around the desert for 40 years. Even in biblical times, men wouldn't ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;13. If he asks what sort of books you're interested in, tell him checkbooks.&lt;br /&gt;14. Remember a sense of humor does not mean that you tell him jokes, it means that you laugh at his.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sadly, all men are created equal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113242839962128169?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113242839962128169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113242839962128169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113242839962128169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113242839962128169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-yesterday-i-picked-on-blondes-today.html' title='O.K. YESTERDAY I PICKED ON BLONDES, TODAY IT&apos;S MEN'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113233556370964759</id><published>2005-11-18T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:47:47.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLONDES ARE DUMB</title><content type='html'>~I knew a blonde that was so stupid that she called me to get my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;~she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;~she put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;~she tried to put M&amp;amp;M's in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;~she sent me a fax with a stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;~she tried to drown a fish.&lt;br /&gt;~she thought a quarterback was a refund.&lt;br /&gt;~she got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;~she tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;~she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.&lt;br /&gt;~she asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.&lt;br /&gt;~she studied for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;~she thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.&lt;br /&gt;~when she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home,so she moved.&lt;br /&gt;~when she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead.&lt;br /&gt;~when she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said "Airport Left" she turned around&lt;br /&gt;and went home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS FEELING LAZY, AND DIDN'T DO A POST FOR TODAY, SO I AM SHARING WITH YOU A BLONDE JOKE MY NIECE GAVE TO ME. I AM BLONDE SO I HAVE THE RIGHT TO TELL THIS JOKE.HAVE A GOOD DAY EVERYONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113233556370964759?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113233556370964759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113233556370964759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113233556370964759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113233556370964759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/blondes-are-dumb.html' title='BLONDES ARE DUMB'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113195150534690211</id><published>2005-11-14T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:06:59.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED BY A COWBOY</title><content type='html'>Directions: Pick a musician/band and answer the questions using ONLY song titles from their repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist / Band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you male or female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady marmalade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missundaztood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do some people feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe where you want to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin' to California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe what you want to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe How you Live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe how you love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get the party started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share a few words of wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I won't tag anyone, but if you decide to do this can you let me know so I can check out your answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113195150534690211?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113195150534690211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113195150534690211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113195150534690211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113195150534690211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/tagged-by-cowboy.html' title='TAGGED BY A COWBOY'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113152399687999866</id><published>2005-11-08T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:16:05.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister</title><content type='html'>This post is a tribute to my awesome, devoted, loving, and caring sister &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/oopsydaisy/PersonalSpace/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt;. On July 15 of this year I had a traumatic assault happen to myself. The results of this included intestinal bleeding, a shattered wrist and a ruptured vertabrae. I was in the trauma unit for twelve hours, then transfered to await spinal instrument fusion, and instrument fusion in my right arm. After this eight hour surgery I was placed in an acute orthopaedic ward. While all this was taking place, Susan was happily enjoying her husbands family reunion vacation in Saskatchewan with her hubby, and her three children. Then they recieved the phone call, from a family member that I was injured, instantly the vacation took a turn in plans. They cut short the holiday and headed home. During my two week stay in the hospital Susan came in regularily to be at my bed side, bringing me flowers, cards, toiletries, Tim Hortons ice caps, family photographs, but most of all she brought in love. If she worked afternoons, she came in the morning. If she worked mornings, she would come in the afternoon. She would come and brush my hair and cream my legs and feet. Keeping me company and making sure I remembered how much I was loved. Her hubby even paid for me to have a T.V. at my bedside, as I was stuck there for two weeks unable to move. Susan on my day of discharge from the hospital came to take me to her house where I spent along time recovering. I arrived at her house on my first day out of hospital to find that my niece had given up her bedroom for me to stay in.  My brother in law had picked up from the red cross some equipment for the disabled to use which included a bath chair, a raised toilet seat, toilet hand rails , and a bath/shower handle to aid getting in and out of the tub. He also hooked up cable in my nieces room, that she had been asking for, for some time now. He had it hooked up faster than I could swallow another pain killer. Susan took a leave of absense from her job, not worrying about the loss of income, but constantly worrying about me. Giving me baths every day, even shaving my legs, rubbing lotion on my legs and feet, and putting talc on my back. She helped in every way possible, bathing me, helping me get dressed, cooking for me, doing my laundry and keeping me company, even encouraging me to put on my back brace and get up to walk around for a minute so my muscles wouldn't forget their purpose. Susan drove me to countless doctors appointments and did all my running around regarding E.I. and to my employer to deliver doctors forms. She helped me by typing on the computer for me my victim impact statement and police report regarding the assault. Daily I am reminded of her love. She wants me to fully recover physically and mentally, and has encouraged me to seek counselling. This is where I'm at now, it is November, I'm still at her house four months later.  Susan doesn't think twice about driving me to my appointments, and aiding me in any way, constantly offering her support and love.  I just wanted to share with everyone who reads this to know how much I appreciate and love her.  For without her, I might not have made it through this.  I love you Susan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113152399687999866?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113152399687999866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113152399687999866&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113152399687999866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113152399687999866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-sister.html' title='My sister'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735983.post-113148646903167384</id><published>2005-11-08T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:44:14.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sonofa&amp;!!?:@"?!#*?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GRRRRR ,I can't wait to return to work, oh my I can't. If there is anything that I detest more is relying on a source of income (long term disability) in place of a normal paycheck. It will be there on Monday the lady said on the bleeping telephone, well it is now Tuesday people and where the bleep is it? The mail man has long come and gone, with no sign of this check. I am a little pissed off right now. I can not wait to recover from the back injury which was caused by an idiot being let in to my life. I want to return to work so every two weeks like it or not I get my check, signed, sealed and delivered!!!GRRR tomorrow is Wednesday, if it does not show up, I can't be held responsible for my actions. Sit and wait I will do, so till tomorrow, take her easy and if shes easy hang on to her, if shes not easy, take her by force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735983-113148646903167384?l=brite-new-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113148646903167384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735983&amp;postID=113148646903167384&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113148646903167384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735983/posts/default/113148646903167384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brite-new-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/sonofa.html' title='sonofa&amp;!!?:@&quot;?!#*?!!'/><author><name>carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109966437088318735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM3jHuh0MJ8/THrfSBGHdzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wz0yUUkGZI4/S220/100_4793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
