<?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-3661519780436112268</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:10:31.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sharing Smiles!</title><subtitle type='html'>For all who just need a Happy Break!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2465115969528156398</id><published>2009-06-19T01:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:19:07.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SjstvFk8PiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6ptNo46xOt0/s1600-h/mt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SjstvFk8PiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6ptNo46xOt0/s400/mt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348919269406817826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a quote today that was said to be from Mark Twain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you do not read the newspaper you are "uninformed"&lt;br /&gt;  If you do read the newspaper then you are "misinformed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2465115969528156398?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2465115969528156398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2465115969528156398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2465115969528156398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2465115969528156398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-read-quote-today-that-was-said-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SjstvFk8PiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6ptNo46xOt0/s72-c/mt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7058143418479294502</id><published>2009-06-17T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:47:03.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SjnGvZSo3_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/SMO4TWCQI00/s1600-h/3519069A03EE4715BBB40E3241B081392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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ay&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful feelin'.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4073673790423524283?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4073673790423524283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4073673790423524283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4073673790423524283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4073673790423524283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-wonderful-day-and-sing-along.html' title='Have a wonderful day 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10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScHiyQjVveI/AAAAAAAAARk/FWdm6TBu6GQ/s320/buzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314778388338425314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BUZZARD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScHjgvMjsMI/AAAAAAAAARs/j0zJ7UzixFs/s1600-h/bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScHjgvMjsMI/AAAAAAAAARs/j0zJ7UzixFs/s320/bat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314779186838352066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BAT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScHkUatMfDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4K2e3sexmMo/s1600-h/beee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScHkUatMfDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4K2e3sexmMo/s320/beee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314780074691296306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BUMBLEBEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScHk61NQk0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/_LX19kh8c0Q/s1600-h/people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 78px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScHk61NQk0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/_LX19kh8c0Q/s320/people.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314780734640132930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up! That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem! Just look up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5705945959608539197?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5705945959608539197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5705945959608539197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5705945959608539197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5705945959608539197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/03/buzzard-if-you-put-buzzard-in-pen-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScHiyQjVveI/AAAAAAAAARk/FWdm6TBu6GQ/s72-c/buzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4755709861542840205</id><published>2009-03-17T23:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:48:52.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScB9Dah6XgI/AAAAAAAAARc/nljo8vAknKk/s1600-h/irish-men-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScB9Dah6XgI/AAAAAAAAARc/nljo8vAknKk/s320/irish-men-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314385057911823874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died.   He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I saw it!' replied Finney.   'Where are ye callin' from?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4755709861542840205?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4755709861542840205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4755709861542840205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4755709861542840205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4755709861542840205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/03/gallagher-opened-morning-newspaper-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ScB9Dah6XgI/AAAAAAAAARc/nljo8vAknKk/s72-c/irish-men-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7248550433586465178</id><published>2009-03-14T12:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:28:45.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>When God leads you to the  edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let  &lt;br /&gt;   go, only 1 of 2 things will happen,  either He'll catch you when you   &lt;br /&gt;   fall, or He'll teach you how to fly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7248550433586465178?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7248550433586465178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7248550433586465178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7248550433586465178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7248550433586465178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/03/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4532005432153529713</id><published>2009-03-12T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:27:26.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil Irish Humor</title><content type='html'>Paddy was in  New York .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop on a busy street crossing.   The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, 'Okay, pedestrians.'   Then he'd allow the traffic to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cop had shouted, 'Pedestrians!' for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, 'Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4532005432153529713?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4532005432153529713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4532005432153529713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4532005432153529713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4532005432153529713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/03/lil-irish-humor.html' title='A lil Irish Humor'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4361185772248075176</id><published>2009-03-11T18:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:11:27.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution Proved Wrong..... using Science of course!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/926514/evolution_proven_wrong.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/Say-qKyK6kI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-lMhLd9dA4I/s400/atheist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308827692421540418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1050356200898314245?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1050356200898314245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1050356200898314245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1050356200898314245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1050356200898314245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-atheist-is-to-play-russian.html' title='&quot;To be an atheist is to play Russian roulette with all barrels loaded,&quot;'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/Say-qKyK6kI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-lMhLd9dA4I/s72-c/atheist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2644750962289499882</id><published>2009-03-02T01:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:33:35.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you cry chocolate??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SauLxuoxHLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_CLuS9-mauY/s1600-h/MM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SauLxuoxHLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_CLuS9-mauY/s400/MM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308490272235134130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2644750962289499882?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2644750962289499882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2644750962289499882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2644750962289499882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2644750962289499882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-cry-chocolate.html' title='Do you cry chocolate??'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SauLxuoxHLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_CLuS9-mauY/s72-c/MM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-472206354001271245</id><published>2009-02-19T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:25:28.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Kathryn Foster</title><content type='html'>My precious new niece who is now 2 weeks old. 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After a few weeks, the preacher decided to visit him.  It was a chilly evening. The preacher found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his preachers visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher made himself at home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the preacher took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone then he sat back in his chair, still silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember's flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The preacher glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow,once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the preacher reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, 'Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in church next Sunday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too little.. Consequently, few listen. Sometimes the best sermons are the ones left unspoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-8774038333857700554?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/8774038333857700554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=8774038333857700554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8774038333857700554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8774038333857700554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/02/fiery-sermon.html' title='FIERY SERMON'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-8937182474361961587</id><published>2009-02-03T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:01:42.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Grace</title><content type='html'>A man died and approached the Pearly Gates. St. Peter told him heaven was getting crowded so he had to test people with the point system. If he got to 100 points he could enter. The man told Peter that he gave to the poor. Peter marked him down for 3 points. The man thought again, then said that he tithed. Peter added one point. The man, desperately searching his memory, finally said that he never cussed. Peter added 1/2 a point. By now the man got very frustrated and said that at this rate he could only get in by the grace of God. Peter replied, "Come on in!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-8937182474361961587?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/8937182474361961587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=8937182474361961587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8937182474361961587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8937182474361961587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-god-for-grace.html' title='Thank God for Grace'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5264984430796380461</id><published>2009-02-02T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:28:15.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click here to get MySpace comments, glitter graphics, funny photos and more cool stuff!" href="http://www.zingerbugimages.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.comments.zingerbugimages.com/glitter_graphics/happy_monday_im_trying_to_be_positive.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5264984430796380461?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5264984430796380461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5264984430796380461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5264984430796380461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5264984430796380461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/02/click-here-to-get-myspace-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-6191306668167214994</id><published>2009-01-31T01:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:19:30.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SYP7Flk1qKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S2UcGHyvbgo/s1600-h/granny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SYP7Flk1qKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S2UcGHyvbgo/s320/granny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297353660122376354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a State Trooper sees a car puttering along at 22 m.p.h. He thinks to himself, "This driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!" So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies-two in the front seat and three in the back, wide eyed and white as ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver, obviously confused, says to him, "Officer, I don't understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am," the officer replies, "you weren't speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slower than the speed limit? No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly ... twenty-two miles an hour!" the old woman says a bit proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The State Trooper, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her that 22 was the route number, not the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit embarrassed, the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But before I let you go, Ma'am, I have to ask... Is everyone in this car OK? These women seem awfully shaken and they haven't muttered a single peep this whole time," the officer asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, they'll be all right in a minute, officer. We just got off Route 119."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-6191306668167214994?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/6191306668167214994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=6191306668167214994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6191306668167214994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6191306668167214994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/01/granny.html' title='Granny'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SYP7Flk1qKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S2UcGHyvbgo/s72-c/granny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2488484005465489649</id><published>2009-01-27T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:53:28.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WITHOUT GOD!</title><content type='html'>Without GOD, our week would be: Sinday, Mournday, Tearsday, Wasteday, Thirstday, Fightday &amp; Shatterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2488484005465489649?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2488484005465489649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2488484005465489649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2488484005465489649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2488484005465489649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/01/without-god.html' title='WITHOUT GOD!'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7381608351680993887</id><published>2009-01-20T20:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:11:44.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the world</title><content type='html'>Do not worry about tomorrow,for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble on it's own Matthew 6:34 NIV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7381608351680993887?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7381608351680993887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7381608351680993887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7381608351680993887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7381608351680993887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-on-world.html' title='Thoughts on the world'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-115382076753729252</id><published>2009-01-11T23:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:07:32.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you spoken a "kind" word today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SWreC-lvsRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4vAdZALy9DY/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SWreC-lvsRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4vAdZALy9DY/s400/sun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290284855042486546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One Kind Word Can Warm Three Winter Months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a friendly reminder that a smile and a kind&lt;br /&gt;word can make someones day.  Spread some sunshine&lt;br /&gt;today, and make the world a brighter place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-115382076753729252?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/115382076753729252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=115382076753729252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/115382076753729252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/115382076753729252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-spoken-kind-word-today.html' title='Have you spoken a &quot;kind&quot; word today?'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SWreC-lvsRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4vAdZALy9DY/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7324849127443964243</id><published>2009-01-08T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:32:13.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS  VS  SOUTHERN FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>FRIENDS: Never ask for food. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Always bring the food. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will say 'hello'. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: Cry with you. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and just being together. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Know a few things about you. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' back-ends that left you. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Would knock on your door. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, 'I'm home!' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: will visit you in jail &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: will spend the night in jail with you   ??? &lt;br /&gt;    or at least bring you a cake with a file in it &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: will visit you in the hospital when you're sick &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: will cut your grass and clean your house then come spend the night with you in the hospital and cook for you when you come home &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: have you on speed dial &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN  FRIENDS: have your number memorized &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Are for a while. &lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Are for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7324849127443964243?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7324849127443964243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7324849127443964243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7324849127443964243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7324849127443964243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-vs-southern-friends.html' title='FRIENDS  VS  SOUTHERN FRIENDS'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4490831350261447190</id><published>2009-01-07T15:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:52:54.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAWS OF ULTIMATE REALITY</title><content type='html'>&amp; Law of Mechanical Repair&lt;br /&gt;After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch and you'll have to go to the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of Gravity&lt;br /&gt;Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of Probability&lt;br /&gt;The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of Random Numbers&lt;br /&gt;If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal and someone always answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of the Alibi&lt;br /&gt;If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Variation Law&lt;br /&gt;If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will always move faster than the one you are in now (works every time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of the Bath&lt;br /&gt;When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of Close Encounters&lt;br /&gt;The probability of meeting someone you know increases dramatically when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of the Result&lt;br /&gt;When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of Biomechanics&lt;br /&gt;The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of the Theater&lt;br /&gt;At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The Starbucks Law&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Murphy's Law of Lockers&lt;br /&gt;If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of Physical Surfaces&lt;br /&gt;The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet/rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Law of Logical Argument&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible if you don't know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Brown's Law of Physical Appearance&lt;br /&gt;If the shoe fits, it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Oliver's Law of Public Speaking&lt;br /&gt;A closed mouth gathers no feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Wilson's Law of Commercial Marketing Strategy&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Doctors' Law&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel well, make an appointment to go to the doctor, by the time you get there you'll feel better. Don't make an appointment and you'll stay sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4490831350261447190?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4490831350261447190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4490831350261447190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4490831350261447190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4490831350261447190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2009/01/laws-of-ultimate-reality.html' title='THE LAWS OF ULTIMATE REALITY'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-1636160858778868101</id><published>2009-01-03T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:04:02.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years 7-UP</title><content type='html'>I like a list of resolutions prepared by the Rev. Walter Schoedel. He calls them ‘7-UPS for the New Year.’ These 7-UPS fall under the heading of attitudes and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is WAKE UP--Begin the day with the Lord. It is His day. Rejoice in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is DRESS-UP--Put on a smile. It improves your looks. It says something about your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third is SHUT-UP--Watch your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Don't gossip. Say nice things. Learn to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth is STAND-UP--Take a stand for what you believe. Resist evil. Do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five, LOOK-UP--Open your eyes to the Lord. After all, He is your only Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six, REACH-UP--Spend time in prayer with your adorations, confessions, thanksgivings and supplications to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, LIFT-UP--Be available to help those in need--serving, supporting, and sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1636160858778868101?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1636160858778868101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1636160858778868101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1636160858778868101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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as an angel, and light as a feather,&lt;br /&gt;But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear,&lt;br /&gt;Yet many poor creatures I help to insnare.&lt;br /&gt;Though so much of Heaven appears in my make,&lt;br /&gt;The foulest impressions I easily take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of me there are no two alike,&lt;br /&gt;But, when put together what a heavenly sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2211642581364289533?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2211642581364289533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2211642581364289533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;if you stop opening presents and listen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-934273513788905773?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/934273513788905773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=934273513788905773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/934273513788905773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/934273513788905773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2796514116417331501</id><published>2008-12-26T23:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:21:20.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE "W" IN CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I had cut back on nonessential obligations—extensive card writing,endless baking, decorating, and even overspending.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate&lt;br /&gt; the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an&lt;br /&gt; exciting season for a six year old.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his&lt;br /&gt; school's "Winter Pageant".&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working&lt;br /&gt; the night of the production, unwilling to miss his shining&lt;br /&gt; moment, I spoke with his Teacher, she assured me there'd&lt;br /&gt; be a dress rehearsal the morning ofthe presentation.&lt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to&lt;br /&gt;come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten&lt;br /&gt; minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat&lt;br /&gt; down. Around the room I saw several other parents quietly&lt;br /&gt; scampering to their seats.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each&lt;br /&gt; class,accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the&lt;br /&gt; floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Because the public school system had long stopped referring&lt;br /&gt; to the holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect&lt;br /&gt; anything other than fun, commercial entertainment songs of&lt;br /&gt; reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas&lt;br /&gt; Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned&lt;br /&gt; in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads.&lt;br /&gt; Those in the front row—center stage—held up large&lt;br /&gt; letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a&lt;br /&gt; child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for&lt;br /&gt; Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his&lt;br /&gt; portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love." &lt;br /&gt; The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we&lt;br /&gt; noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding&lt;br /&gt; the letter "M" upside down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W". &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this&lt;br /&gt; little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were&lt;br /&gt; laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the&lt;br /&gt; laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we&lt;br /&gt; all saw it together.&lt;br /&gt; A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In&lt;br /&gt; that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we&lt;br /&gt; celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the&lt;br /&gt; chaos,there was a purpose for our festivities.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"&lt;br /&gt; And, I believe, He still is. Amazed in His presence . . .&lt;br /&gt; humbled by His love.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Again, HAVE A BLESSED HOLIDAY SEASON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2796514116417331501?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2796514116417331501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2796514116417331501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2796514116417331501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2796514116417331501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/w-in-christmas.html' title='THE &quot;W&quot; IN CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-1816899166767115687</id><published>2008-12-22T00:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:42:47.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Invited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SU82yz56JBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BqWjdEeGg_I/s1600-h/stocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SU82yz56JBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BqWjdEeGg_I/s400/stocking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282501134483334162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are cordially invited to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest of Honor:&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus Christ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: &lt;/strong&gt;Every day. Traditionally, December 25&lt;br /&gt;but He's always around, so the date is flexible... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't be late, though, or you'll miss out on all the fun!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place:&lt;/strong&gt; In your heart.... He'll meet you there. &lt;br /&gt;(You'll hear Him knock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attire:&lt;/strong&gt; Come as you are... grubbies are okay.&lt;br /&gt;He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about&lt;br /&gt;new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tickets:&lt;/strong&gt; Admission is free. He's &lt;br /&gt;already paid for everyone... &lt;br /&gt;(He says you wouldn't have been &lt;br /&gt;able to afford it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;it cost Him everything He had. But &lt;br /&gt;you do need to accept the ticket!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refreshments: &lt;/strong&gt;New wine, bread, and a &lt;br /&gt;far-out drink He calls "Living Water,"&lt;br /&gt;followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift Suggestions:&lt;/strong&gt; ; Your life. He's one of those&lt;br /&gt;people who already has everything else.&lt;br /&gt;(He's very generous in return though. &lt;br /&gt;Just wait until you see what He has for you!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment:&lt;/strong&gt; Joy, Peace, Truth, &lt;br /&gt;Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power,&lt;br /&gt;Eternity in Paradise, Contentment, and much more! &lt;br /&gt;(All "G" rated, so bring your family and friends.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.S.V.P. &lt;/strong&gt;Very Important!&lt;br /&gt;He must know ahead so He can&lt;br /&gt;reserve a spot for you at the table.&lt;br /&gt;Also, He's keeping a list of His friends for future &lt;br /&gt;reference. He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party being given by His Kids&lt;/strong&gt; (that's us!!)!&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there! For those of you whom I will&lt;br /&gt;see at the party, share this with someone today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1816899166767115687?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1816899166767115687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1816899166767115687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1816899166767115687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1816899166767115687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-invited.html' title='You&apos;re Invited!'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SU82yz56JBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BqWjdEeGg_I/s72-c/stocking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-8783472368135031529</id><published>2008-12-21T17:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:48:31.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened. I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out next to the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" I started to ask. The words choked up in my throat and I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone. Gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know. He then answered me with a simple statement . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TEACH THE CHILDREN!" I was puzzled. What did he mean? He anticipated my question and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree. As I stood bewildered, Santa said, "Teach the children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach them the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that now-a-days Christmas has forgotten. "Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a FIR TREE and placed it before the mantle. "Teach the children that the pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind, all the needles point heavenward, making it a symbol of man's thoughts turning toward heaven." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant STAR. "Teach the children that the star was the heavenly sign of promises long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star was the sign of fulfillment of His promise." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then reached into his bag and pulled out a CANDLE. "Teach the children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded of He who displaces the darkness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again he reached into his bag and removed a WREATH and placed it on the tree. "Teach the children that the wreath symbolizes the real nature of love. Real love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pulled from his bag an ORNAMENT of himself. "Teach the children that I, Santa Claus, symbolize the generosity and good will we feel during the month of December."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then brought out a HOLLY LEAF. "Teach the children that the holly plant represents immortality. It represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly berries represent the blood shed by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he pulled from his bag a GIFT and said, "Teach the children that God so loved the world that he gave his begotten son." Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a CANDY CANE and hung it on the tree. "Teach the children that the candy cane represents the shepherds' crook. The crook on the staff helps to bring back strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL. "Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace and good will toward men." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from his bag he pulled out a BELL,. "Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should ring mankind to the fold. The bell symbolizes guidance and return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa looked back and was pleased. He looked back at me and I saw that the twinkle was back in his eyes. He said, "Remember, teach the children the true meaning of Christmas and do not put me in the center, for I am but a humble servant of the One that is, and I bow down to worship him, our LORD, our GOD."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-8783472368135031529?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/8783472368135031529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=8783472368135031529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8783472368135031529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8783472368135031529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The Real Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2654298968434439942</id><published>2008-12-12T17:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:38:36.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEOkgiPYIY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEOkgiPYIY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2654298968434439942?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2654298968434439942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2654298968434439942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2654298968434439942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2654298968434439942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7843501287698937941</id><published>2008-12-11T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:41.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SUEtXY7hivI/AAAAAAAAAO8/feqMmAGdAr8/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SUEtXY7hivI/AAAAAAAAAO8/feqMmAGdAr8/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278550118107286258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie’s brother gave him an automobile as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve Reggie came out of his office, and saw a street urchin admiring his shiny new car. &lt;br /&gt;"Is this your car, Mister?" he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie nodded in affirmation, "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was surprised. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you anything? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Reggie knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like the one Reggie has. But what the lad said was far beyond Reggie’s expectation. &lt;br /&gt;"I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few seconds words failed Reggie and then he impulsively added, "Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?" &lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, I'd love that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short ride, the boy turned towards Reggie. His eyes were glowing and he said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Reggie smiled a little. He thought he understood what the lad wanted. He wanted to show it off to his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Reggie was wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. In a little while Reggie heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little brother who was physically challenged. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm going to give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. His brother whose eyes were gleaming with joy climbed in beside him and the three of them embarked on a memorable holiday ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Christmas Eve, Reggie learned what Jesus meant when he said: "It is more blessed to give..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7843501287698937941?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7843501287698937941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7843501287698937941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7843501287698937941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7843501287698937941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-car.html' title='The Christmas Car'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SUEtXY7hivI/AAAAAAAAAO8/feqMmAGdAr8/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2803178604671489194</id><published>2008-12-09T15:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:53:16.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ST7ovs995LI/AAAAAAAAAO0/q6H0FvW6rZc/s1600-h/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ST7ovs995LI/AAAAAAAAAO0/q6H0FvW6rZc/s320/gifts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277911719547364530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2803178604671489194?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2803178604671489194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2803178604671489194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2803178604671489194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2803178604671489194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-quote.html' title='Christmas Quote'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/ST7ovs995LI/AAAAAAAAAO0/q6H0FvW6rZc/s72-c/gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7042447722015019914</id><published>2008-12-06T23:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:14:43.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STtbpfzddyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4uudC9Vj7Cg/s1600-h/elf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STtbpfzddyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4uudC9Vj7Cg/s320/elf.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276912156864771874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was an elf named Frez that would get so nervous during Christmas time that he would eat two lunches at the elf cafeteria. He tried to be just too perfect in toymaking and never thought they were good enough for the children. The dolls' eyes never sparkled enough, thought Frez, and the wagons were not as shinny as last year. Nothing seemed to be going right and the time for delivery of the presents was getting closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beyond anybody’s understanding why Frez was getting so particular and asking for an elf suit larger than his size. Then, one day Santa found out what the problem was and decided to solve it. It seemed that Frez was not a young elf, but elves never looked their age by the virtue of being ever cheerful and happy. Frez needed to feel he was special, so Santa assigned him his own project called "special toys." These were the toys that were broken and needed to be repaired with love. Frez was so glad to be in charge of such a project that he had only one lunch that day because he had to hurry back to his tasks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lesson to be learnt from what Santa did for the elf. Sometimes we have off days when we just don’t feel positive. Someone's smile or invitation to join some friends can make our whole day worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frez is now content with assembling the broken toys and transform them into something new, and he has stopped being a voracious eater that he once used to be because he is happy. He even wears his old suit now, and his new suit is taken in for his smaller waist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its wise for us to try and do something worthwhile everyday so that a "Frez Attack" will never get us. We all have special talents and potentials and we can definitely help someone out if he is feeling a bit low. It takes only a few seconds to be able to know why someone is not feeling happy. Take out that time from your usual day and listen. Most importantly, we are here to help each other and all of us have that hidden talent to do it. Start to make use of that talent today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7042447722015019914?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7042447722015019914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7042447722015019914' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7042447722015019914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7042447722015019914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-elf.html' title='Christmas Elf'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STtbpfzddyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4uudC9Vj7Cg/s72-c/elf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5668002576804385684</id><published>2008-12-05T20:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:04:36.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gift Suggestions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; To your enemy, forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;    To an opponent, tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;    To a friend, your heart. &lt;br /&gt;    To a customer, service. &lt;br /&gt;    To all, charity. &lt;br /&gt;    To every child, a good example. &lt;br /&gt;    To yourself, respect.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5668002576804385684?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5668002576804385684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5668002576804385684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5668002576804385684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5668002576804385684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-gift-suggesgtions.html' title='Christmas Gift Suggestions'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2005171014661827480</id><published>2008-12-04T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:54:49.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativity Scene?</title><content type='html'>In a small Southern town there was a "Nativity Scene" that showed  great&lt;br /&gt;skill and talent had gone into creating it. One small feature  bothered&lt;br /&gt;me. The three wise men were wearing firemen's helmets.  Totally unable&lt;br /&gt;to come up with a reason or explanation, I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a "Quick Stop" on the edge of town, I asked the lady behind  the&lt;br /&gt;counter about the helmets.  She exploded into a rage, yelling  at me,&lt;br /&gt;"You Yankees never do read the Bible!"  I assured her&lt;br /&gt;that I did, but simply couldn't recall anything about firemen in  the&lt;br /&gt;Bible. She jerked her Bible from behind the counter and ruffled  through&lt;br /&gt;some pages, and finally jabbed her finger at a passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticking it in my face she said, "See, it says right here,  'The three&lt;br /&gt;wise man came from afar.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2005171014661827480?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2005171014661827480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2005171014661827480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2005171014661827480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2005171014661827480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/nativity-scene.html' title='Nativity Scene?'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4116586816869811320</id><published>2008-12-04T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:11:29.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe For Christmas Joy</title><content type='html'>Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Hugs&lt;br /&gt;4 tsp Kisses&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Smiles&lt;br /&gt;4 cups Love&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Special Holiday Cheer&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Peace on Earth&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp Christmas Spirit&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Goodwill Toward Man&lt;br /&gt;1 Sprig of Mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;1 medium-size bag of Christmas Snowflakes (the regular kind won't do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix Hugs, Kisses, Smiles and Love until consistent.&lt;br /&gt;Blend in Holiday Cheer, Peace on Earth, Christmas Spirit and the Good&lt;br /&gt;Will toward Men. Use the mixture to fill a large, warm heart, where it&lt;br /&gt;can be stored for a lifetime. (It never goes bad!)&lt;br /&gt;Serve as desired under mistletoe, sprinkled liberally with special&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;It is especially good when accompanied by Christmas Carols and family&lt;br /&gt;get-togethers.&lt;br /&gt;Serve to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4116586816869811320?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4116586816869811320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4116586816869811320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4116586816869811320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4116586816869811320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/recipe-for-christmas-joy.html' title='Recipe For Christmas Joy'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2312897805037728242</id><published>2008-12-01T17:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:48:28.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Jesus is Better then Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STSFxpz00XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8Isxutap3N0/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STSFxpz00XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8Isxutap3N0/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274988151641002354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa lives at the North Pole ... &lt;br /&gt;JESUS is everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;Santa rides in a sleigh ... &lt;br /&gt;JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water. &lt;br /&gt;Santa comes but once a year ... &lt;br /&gt;JESUS is an ever present help. &lt;br /&gt;Santa fills your stockings with goodies ... &lt;br /&gt;JESUS supplies all your needs. &lt;br /&gt;Santa comes down your chimney uninvited ... &lt;br /&gt;JESUS stands at your door and knocks, &lt;br /&gt;and then enters your heart when invited. &lt;br /&gt;You have to wait in line to see Santa ... &lt;br /&gt;JESUS is as close as the mention of His name. &lt;br /&gt;Santa lets you sit on his lap ... &lt;br /&gt;JESUS lets you rest in His arms. &lt;br /&gt;Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is &lt;br /&gt;"Hi little boy or girl, what's your name?" ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS knew our name before we were born...&lt;br /&gt;Not only does He know our name,&lt;br /&gt;He knows our address too.&lt;br /&gt;He knows our history and future and &lt;br /&gt;He even knows how many hairs are on our heads. &lt;br /&gt;Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS has a heart full of love &lt;br /&gt;All Santa can offer is HO HO HO ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS offers health, help and hope. &lt;br /&gt;Santa says "You better not cry" ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you." &lt;br /&gt;Santa's little helpers make toys ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts,&lt;br /&gt;repairs broken homes and builds mansions. &lt;br /&gt;Santa may make you chuckle but ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS gives you joy that is your strength. &lt;br /&gt;While Santa puts gifts under your tree ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS became our gift and died on a tree....&lt;br /&gt;The cross. &lt;br /&gt;Put Christ Back In Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Is Still The Reason For The Season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2312897805037728242?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2312897805037728242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2312897805037728242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2312897805037728242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2312897805037728242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-jesus-is-better-then-santa.html' title='Why Jesus is Better then Santa'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STSFxpz00XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8Isxutap3N0/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-3496816527343925316</id><published>2008-11-30T22:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:55:20.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STNuM3-rcGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2Cq0gs60Zfc/s1600-h/merry+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STNuM3-rcGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2Cq0gs60Zfc/s320/merry+christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274680756045312098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by Bob Lazzar-Atwood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your problems on probation&lt;br /&gt;Run your troubles off the track,&lt;br /&gt;Throw your worries out the window&lt;br /&gt;Get the monkeys off your back.&lt;br /&gt;Silence all your inner critics&lt;br /&gt;With your conscience make amends,&lt;br /&gt;And allow yourself some happiness&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call a truce with those who bother you&lt;br /&gt;Let all the fighting cease,&lt;br /&gt;Give your differences a breather&lt;br /&gt;And declare a time of peace,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let angry feelings taint&lt;br /&gt;The precious time you have to spend,&lt;br /&gt;And allow yourself some happiness&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some cool refreshing water&lt;br /&gt;Or a gentle summer breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Like a fresh bouquet of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Or the smell of autumn leaves,&lt;br /&gt;It's a banquet for the spirit&lt;br /&gt;Filled with family, food and friends,&lt;br /&gt;So allow yourself some happiness&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-3496816527343925316?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/3496816527343925316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=3496816527343925316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3496816527343925316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3496816527343925316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-christmas-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time Again'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/STNuM3-rcGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2Cq0gs60Zfc/s72-c/merry+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2994133070023265880</id><published>2008-11-30T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:25:44.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christians  &lt;br /&gt; by Maya  Angelou  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; When I say...  'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean livin''  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm whispering 'I was lost,  Now I'm found and forgiven.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I say...  'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I say...  'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm professing that I'm  weak and need His strength to carry on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I say...  'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm admitting I have failed  and need God to clean my mess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I say...  'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; My  flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  When I say...  'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I have my share of  heartaches, so I call upon His name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I say...  'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm just a  simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2994133070023265880?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2994133070023265880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2994133070023265880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2994133070023265880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2994133070023265880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/11/christians-by-maya-angelou-when-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-6490725387704909885</id><published>2008-11-26T00:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:16:58.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Observe Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Count your blessings instead of your crosses;&lt;br /&gt;Count your gains instead of your losses.&lt;br /&gt;Count your joys instead of your woes;&lt;br /&gt;Count your friends instead of your foes.&lt;br /&gt;Count your smiles instead of your tears;&lt;br /&gt;Count your courage instead of your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Count your full years instead of your lean;&lt;br /&gt;Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.&lt;br /&gt;Count your health instead of your wealth;&lt;br /&gt;Count on God instead of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-6490725387704909885?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/6490725387704909885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=6490725387704909885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6490725387704909885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6490725387704909885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-observe-thanksgiving.html' title='How to Observe Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-527068687533184167</id><published>2008-11-24T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:36:28.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thanksgiving Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SSuOzsWS-qI/AAAAAAAAANU/zqSUO32LsKM/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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He seldom&lt;br /&gt;wastes his time on useless things. Given a job, he always&lt;br /&gt;finishes the given assignment in time. He is always&lt;br /&gt;deeply engrossed in his official work, and can never be&lt;br /&gt;found chitchatting in the canteen. He has absolutely no&lt;br /&gt;vanity in spite of his high accomplishment and profound&lt;br /&gt;knowledge of his field. I think he can easily be&lt;br /&gt;classed as outstanding, and should on no account be&lt;br /&gt;dispensed with. I strongly feel that Mr. Xxxxxx should be&lt;br /&gt;pushed to accept promotion, and a proposal to management be&lt;br /&gt;sent away as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branch Manager &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second note following the report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X was present when I was writing the report mailed to you&lt;br /&gt;today. Kindly read only the alternate lines 1, 3, 5, 7, 9,.......&lt;br /&gt;for my true assessment of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branch Manager&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7491197354562607057?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7491197354562607057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7491197354562607057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7491197354562607057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7491197354562607057'/><link rel='alternate' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SQyzYK5gQSI/AAAAAAAAALA/EUA6WyqhXz4/s400/comic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263779292313043234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-770192578006507505?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/770192578006507505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=770192578006507505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/770192578006507505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>I did not write this poem but, I like it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the night before elections &lt;br /&gt; And all through the town &lt;br /&gt;Tempers were flaring  &lt;br /&gt;Emotions all up and down! &lt;br /&gt;You, in your bathrobe    &lt;br /&gt;With a cat in your lap   &lt;br /&gt;Had cut off the TV &lt;br /&gt;Tired of political rap. &lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden   &lt;br /&gt;There arose such a noise   &lt;br /&gt;You peered out of your window&lt;br /&gt;Saw Obama and his boys&lt;br /&gt;They had come for your wallet&lt;br /&gt;They wanted your pay&lt;br /&gt;To give to the others&lt;br /&gt;Who had not worked a day!   &lt;br /&gt;He snatched up your money&lt;br /&gt;And quick as a wink &lt;br /&gt; Jumped back on his bandwagon  &lt;br /&gt;As you gagged from the stink&lt;br /&gt;He then rallied his henchmen   &lt;br /&gt;Who were pulling his cart&lt;br /&gt;You could tell they were out&lt;br /&gt;To tear your country apart!" &lt;br /&gt;On Fannie, on Freddie, &lt;br /&gt;On Biden and Ayers!&lt;br /&gt;On Acorn, On Pelosi"   &lt;br /&gt;He screamed at the pairs! &lt;br /&gt;They took off for his cause   &lt;br /&gt;And as he flew out of sight  &lt;br /&gt;You heard him laugh at the nation&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't stand up and fight!&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you to think&lt;br /&gt;On this one final note-&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DONT WANT SOCIALISM &lt;br /&gt;GET OUT AND VOTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;href="http://www.christianglitter.com" &gt;&lt;img src="http://off1.picsrc.net/images/allc/godBlessAmerica_safe/godBlessAmerica71.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianglitter.com" &gt;Christian Glitter by www.christianglitter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;FONT color=#1d1ffc size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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elections'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-966368615501043490</id><published>2008-10-29T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:26:54.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.christianglitter.com" &gt;&lt;img src="http://off1.picsrc.net/images/girly/fallGraphics/fallGraphics7.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianglitter.com" &gt;Christian Glitter by www.christianglitter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;FONT face=algerian color=#fc481d size=6&gt;HOPE YOUR HAVIN A &lt;BR&gt;HAPPY 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title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-6662222599818228932</id><published>2008-10-27T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:35:24.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SQZQJhSNyHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RjWEpwfQRtE/s1600-h/Palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SQZQJhSNyHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RjWEpwfQRtE/s400/Palin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261981339112818802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-6662222599818228932?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/6662222599818228932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=6662222599818228932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6662222599818228932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6662222599818228932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SQZQJhSNyHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RjWEpwfQRtE/s72-c/Palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4095976593029379885</id><published>2008-10-25T11:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:16:45.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking Gods Counsel</title><content type='html'>Why endeavoring to read the word through in a year by using those handy bible charts they hand out in January, I am reaching my goal.  This year I chose to use the “Women’s Devotional Bible” and I am enjoying it tremendously.  Every once in a while I will come across a devotion that I feel is just really good and so very true.  That is the case with this one.  So many times I get caught up in the affairs of life and, I take on too many responsibilities.  It is during these times that my reading the word may fall behind, or I am just so tired at the end of the day that I give God an “I Love You Jesus!” for a goodnight prayer as oppose to really spending sometime developing my relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking God’s Counsel by Cynthia Heald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, obedience issues are related not so much t temptations to yield to evil as they are to struggles to do what I should.  Procrastination, over commitment to activities, and not living my priorities are my battlefields in this area.  James wrote “Anyone, the, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn’t do it, sins” (James 4:17).  Most of my temptations and testing involve a choice to engage in activities that although basically good in themselves, might come at the expense of my walk with God, my family or other responsibilities.  Just as Eve was deceived into thinking that she would become wise by eating the fruit, so I am often misled into wrong choices because I think they are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua at one time entered into a covenant of peace with the Gibeonites, although God had clearly instructed that they were to be conquered.  Joshua and the elders were deceived by circumstances, and it is recorded in Joshua 9:14 that they “did not inquire of the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Eve had sought the counsel of God. If only I would take time to ask God’s thoughts concerning my decisions. James wrote that if we lack wisdom when encountering trials and test in our lives, we should ask God for directions (see James 1:5).  If I want to become a woman of excellence, I will take time to ask, listen and then act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4095976593029379885?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4095976593029379885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4095976593029379885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4095976593029379885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4095976593029379885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/10/asking-gods-counsel.html' title='Asking Gods Counsel'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-1530498045132714295</id><published>2008-10-18T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:46:24.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God Thank You</title><content type='html'>I want to thank You for what you have already done. I am not going to wait until I see results or receive rewards; I am thanking you right now. I am not going to wait until I feel better or things look better; I am thanking you right now. I am not going to wait until people say they are sorry or until they stop talking about me; I am thanking you right now.. I am not going to wait until the pain in my body disappears ; I am thanking you right now. I am not going to wait until my financial situation improves; I am going to thank you right now. I am not going to wait until the children are asleep and the house is quiet; I am going to thank you right now. I am not going to wait until I get promoted at work or until I get the job; I am going to thank you right now. I am not going to wait until I understand every experience in my life that has caused me pain or grief; I am thanking you right now. I am not going to wait until the journey gets easier or the challenges are removed; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I am thanking you right now. I am thanking you because I am alive. I am thanking you because I made it through the day's difficulties. I am thanking you because I have walked around the obstacles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1530498045132714295?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1530498045132714295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1530498045132714295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1530498045132714295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1530498045132714295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-god-thank-you.html' title='Dear God Thank You'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-373523863256504226</id><published>2008-10-17T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:40:10.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Worst Blogger</title><content type='html'>I truly am the world worst blogger!  Really, it is the gospel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that it takes a real effort to come up with something delighting to not only entertain myself but, to also amuse those who are stopping by needing a smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I continue to endure.  I am determined to become better at this blogging experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note I leave this thought for you to ponder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!  Ya’ll have a HAPPY DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-373523863256504226?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/373523863256504226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=373523863256504226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/373523863256504226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/373523863256504226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/10/worlds-worst-blogger.html' title='Worlds Worst Blogger'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-1911850735854300345</id><published>2008-10-06T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:11:09.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How White Is Your Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOrhTRE71xI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Kc3z78LLoCk/s1600-h/laundryLady.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOrhTRE71xI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Kc3z78LLoCk/s200/laundryLady.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254259636398970642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That laundry is not very clean", she said.  "She doesn't know how to wash correctly.  Perhaps she needs better laundry soap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband looked on, but remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: "Look, she has learned how to wash correctly.  I wonder who taught her this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is with life.  What we see when watching others, depends on the purity of the window through which we look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1911850735854300345?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1911850735854300345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1911850735854300345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1911850735854300345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1911850735854300345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-white-is-your-laundry.html' title='How White Is Your Laundry'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOrhTRE71xI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Kc3z78LLoCk/s72-c/laundryLady.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-3898598176028362333</id><published>2008-09-30T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:53:32.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall Ya'll !!!!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOK769B4O2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/XP5cdASH7qg/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOK769B4O2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/XP5cdASH7qg/s400/fall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251966736956668770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-3898598176028362333?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/3898598176028362333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=3898598176028362333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3898598176028362333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3898598176028362333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-fall-yall-1.html' title='Happy Fall Ya&apos;ll !!!!!1'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOK769B4O2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/XP5cdASH7qg/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5071137445238137624</id><published>2008-09-29T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:20:31.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Fire Detector....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOGa9OTa8wI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ynnsM_mOC_Y/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOGa9OTa8wI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ynnsM_mOC_Y/s400/fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251649017092961026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5071137445238137624?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5071137445238137624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5071137445238137624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5071137445238137624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5071137445238137624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/redneck-fire-detector.html' title='Redneck Fire Detector....'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SOGa9OTa8wI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ynnsM_mOC_Y/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-6448199455282702529</id><published>2008-09-26T09:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:56:36.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Fix all of Lifes Little Problems</title><content type='html'>Bro Hoffman an awesome man of God was preaching one day and made this comment. I really liked it and I wish it were this easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SNz2QYdqIUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LuxCHI5_cvQ/s1600-h/DUCT-TAPE-3M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SNz2QYdqIUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LuxCHI5_cvQ/s320/DUCT-TAPE-3M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250342026912342338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve all of lives problems you only need 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;A roll of duct tape and&lt;br /&gt;A can of WD40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SNz2uSGWN-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zO9_KazcM3U/s1600-h/wd40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SNz2uSGWN-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zO9_KazcM3U/s320/wd40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250342540600031202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is NOT MOVING and it should...... Use the WD40!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is MOVING and it should not...... Use the Duct Tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY QUESTIONS?????  hahahahaha  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-6448199455282702529?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/6448199455282702529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=6448199455282702529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6448199455282702529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6448199455282702529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-fix-all-of-lifes-little-problems.html' title='How To Fix all of Lifes Little Problems'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SNz2QYdqIUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LuxCHI5_cvQ/s72-c/DUCT-TAPE-3M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-1210330434748065787</id><published>2008-09-18T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:27:53.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today she is 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SNHjuVaXMFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FkBninlpSdI/s1600-h/Tori+Sweet16+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SNHjuVaXMFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FkBninlpSdI/s320/Tori+Sweet16+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247225426024542290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil lady turns "Sweet 16" today and I am still in awe at how time has flown. It seems like only yesterday that I was dressing her in bows and lace and, watching her&lt;br /&gt;just lay there for hours thinking she was a most precious gift from God.  I know that God's blessings have been with her, she was dead at the age of 2 and He gave her back to me when she drowned.  She has overcome so many little things with a warm smile, an "I'm going to succeed" attitude, and a sweet spirit.  Her dad and I are very proud of the way she has joined right in evangelizing with us. She works the alters, makes new friends, and wants to help each church we are blessed to be with any way that she can. Victoria Leigh Alba you are our pride and joy, and I just want to say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET 16"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1210330434748065787?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1210330434748065787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1210330434748065787' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1210330434748065787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1210330434748065787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-she-is-16.html' title='Today she is 16'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SNHjuVaXMFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FkBninlpSdI/s72-c/Tori+Sweet16+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5169293599905507777</id><published>2008-09-15T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:20:47.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bill Gates</title><content type='html'>This should be posted in all schools and work places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2 : The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5169293599905507777?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5169293599905507777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5169293599905507777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5169293599905507777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5169293599905507777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-bill-gates.html' title='From Bill Gates'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2411991633730781659</id><published>2008-09-14T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:05:11.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SM2YjvgTh0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dLAalSreeNY/s1600-h/cat+and+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SM2YjvgTh0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dLAalSreeNY/s400/cat+and+dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246016880771303234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2411991633730781659?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2411991633730781659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2411991633730781659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2411991633730781659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2411991633730781659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SM2YjvgTh0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dLAalSreeNY/s72-c/cat+and+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2117263607023702470</id><published>2008-09-12T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:55:43.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SMsrogvsXPI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y35ezQQb89E/s1600-h/Miracle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SMsrogvsXPI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y35ezQQb89E/s400/Miracle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245334165987810546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2117263607023702470?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2117263607023702470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2117263607023702470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2117263607023702470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2117263607023702470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SMsrogvsXPI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y35ezQQb89E/s72-c/Miracle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-1176931843218519105</id><published>2008-09-11T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:41:03.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Lil Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SMlmHR8CqcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eIQqSlvw_JA/s1600-h/two+lil+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SMlmHR8CqcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eIQqSlvw_JA/s320/two+lil+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244835516310006210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After a hardy rainstorm filled all the potholes in the streets and alleys,&lt;br /&gt;    A young mother watched her two little boys playing in the puddle through her kitchen window.&lt;br /&gt;    The older of the two, a five year old lad, grabbed his sibling by the back of his head&lt;br /&gt;    and shoved his face into the water hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As the boy recovered and stood laughing and dripping, the mother runs to the yard in a panic.&lt;br /&gt;    ' Why on earth did you do that to your little brother?!' she asks as she shook the older boy in anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    'We were just playing 'church' mommy, ' he said.&lt;br /&gt;    'And I was just baptizing him.....in the name of the Father, the Son and in...the hole-he-goes.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1176931843218519105?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1176931843218519105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1176931843218519105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1176931843218519105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1176931843218519105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-lil-boys.html' title='Two Lil Boys'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SMlmHR8CqcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eIQqSlvw_JA/s72-c/two+lil+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2043820042646020106</id><published>2008-09-09T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:23:03.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pefect Husband</title><content type='html'>Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and begins to talk. Everyone else in the room stops to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "I am at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Sure, go ahead if you like it that much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2005 models. I saw one I really liked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "$90,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "OK, but for that price, I want it with all the options."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing .....the house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $950,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of $900,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand. It is really a pretty good price."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Bye! I love you, too." The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he smiles and asks: "Anyone know who this phone belongs to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2043820042646020106?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2043820042646020106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2043820042646020106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2043820042646020106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2043820042646020106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/pefect-husband.html' title='The Pefect Husband'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-8294553497850435021</id><published>2008-09-08T21:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:00:26.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Everything that has breath PRAISE THE LORD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/" title="Orkut and MySpace Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/smile/smile001.gif" border="0" alt="Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/smile.html"&gt;Smile Glitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-8294553497850435021?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/8294553497850435021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=8294553497850435021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8294553497850435021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8294553497850435021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-everything-that-has-breath-praise.html' title='Let Everything that has breath PRAISE THE LORD!'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/smile/th_smile001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7370499938082779904</id><published>2008-09-02T22:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:44:58.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Laughter by Emilie Barnes</title><content type='html'>Laughter is a gift of God that brightens our good times and lightens the rough ones.  Laughter even has a healing quality to it.  People have recovered from serious diseases by learning to laugh each day.  Even more people have regained the courage to go on in painful circumstances when they were able to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 17:22 says that a cheerful heart is good medicine.  Laughter can draw others to you and lighten you load in life.  When you begin to laugh at life and at yourself you gain new perspective on your struggles.  You begin to see a speck of light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;A life without laughter quickly becomes a breeding ground for depression, physical illness and a critical spirit.  But a laughter-filled life unleashes the spirit of celebration.  &lt;br /&gt;So cultivate the spirit of celebration in your life by making room for laughter.  Deliberately seek in out.  Begin today as you smile at someone and find something worth laughing about.  As the laughter permeates your life, the spirit of celebration will take root in your heart and you will discover the meaning of another proverb:  “The cheerful heart has a continual feast” (v.15)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7370499938082779904?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7370499938082779904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7370499938082779904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7370499938082779904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7370499938082779904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrating-laughter-by-emilie-barnes.html' title='Celebrating Laughter by Emilie Barnes'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7900279645093071391</id><published>2008-09-01T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:20:20.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SLy-77LRBvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IPlEpuqixrk/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SLcwcvUR04I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qaQ51IQPUjU/s400/burnt+offerings.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239709961764852610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7428060928361458357?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7428060928361458357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7428060928361458357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7428060928361458357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7428060928361458357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SLcwcvUR04I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qaQ51IQPUjU/s72-c/burnt+offerings.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5964759984652711987</id><published>2008-08-27T00:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:29:21.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SLTmIxS8U9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/CnnP8A6Wpug/s1600-h/old+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SLTmIxS8U9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/CnnP8A6Wpug/s320/old+couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239065304884859858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor told him there is a simple formal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey , what's for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the husband moves close r to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, "Honey, what's for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he gets no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again there is no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ralph, for the FIFTH time, CHICKEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5964759984652711987?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5964759984652711987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5964759984652711987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5964759984652711987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5964759984652711987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/hearing-test.html' title='Hearing Test'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SLTmIxS8U9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/CnnP8A6Wpug/s72-c/old+couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5864143675045364852</id><published>2008-08-25T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:49:06.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alegoo.com/comments/quotes/quotes-2.php" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn281/alegoo/quotes/12.gif" border="0" alt="Click here to get hot comments and graphics..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alegoo.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn281/alegoo/alegoo-icon-blink.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace Love Comments&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SK24MLkSskI/AAAAAAAAAI0/d7L3cwnX8EY/s320/light+bulb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237044461104706114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urgently needed a few days off work,But, I knew the Boss would not allow me to take leave.I thought that maybe if I acted "Crazy"Then he would tell me to take a few days off.So I hung upside-down on the ceiling and made funny noises.My co-worker (who's blonde) asked me what I was doing.I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb,So that the Boss might think I was "Crazy" and give me a few days off.A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked,"What in the name of good GOD are you doing?"I told him I was a light bulb.He said, "You are clearly stressed out."Go home and recuperate for a couple of days."I jumped down and walked out of the office...When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her,"..And where do you think you're going?!"(You're gonna love this....)  She said, "I'm going home, too. I can't work in the dark. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1242804199565743779?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1242804199565743779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1242804199565743779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1242804199565743779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1242804199565743779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick-leave.html' title='Sick Leave'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SK24MLkSskI/AAAAAAAAAI0/d7L3cwnX8EY/s72-c/light+bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4521061481329080060</id><published>2008-08-20T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:52:21.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SKzmSY47dOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tUQyal5MmOM/s1600-h/knot+hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SKzmSY47dOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tUQyal5MmOM/s320/knot+hole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236813670318306530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking past the mental hospital the other day,and all&lt;br /&gt;the patients were shouting ,'13....13....13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in&lt;br /&gt;the planks and looked through to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one poked me in the eye with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all started shouting '14....14....14'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4521061481329080060?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4521061481329080060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4521061481329080060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4521061481329080060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4521061481329080060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/mental-hospital.html' title='Mental Hospital'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SKzmSY47dOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tUQyal5MmOM/s72-c/knot+hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2320699693269646319</id><published>2008-08-19T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:36:53.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always share a postive word  :)</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs....  who arranged a running competition. &lt;br /&gt;The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race began.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. &lt;br /&gt;You heard statements such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, WAY too difficult!!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They will NEVER make it to the top.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd continued to yell,  'It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tiny frogs got tired and gave up.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ONE continued higher and higher and higher.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one wouldn't give up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the winner was DEAF!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of this story is:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or pessimistic.... because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you -- the ones you have in your heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always think of the power words have.   (There's life and death in the power of the tongue - Proverbs 18:21.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSITIVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you cannot fulfill your dreams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always think: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and I can do this! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/" title="Orkut and MySpace Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/animal/animal073.gif" border="0" alt="Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/animal.html"&gt;Animal Glitters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2320699693269646319?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2320699693269646319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2320699693269646319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2320699693269646319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2320699693269646319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/wisdom-as-share-postive-word.html' title='Always share a postive word  :)'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/animal/th_animal073.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2081630898130148749</id><published>2008-08-18T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:57:08.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/44/44c0fdae009dbee0f6a51682f7bf9aa0.bmp" border="0" alt="MyHotComments.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/29215"&gt;MyHotComments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2081630898130148749?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2081630898130148749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2081630898130148749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2081630898130148749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2081630898130148749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/myhotcomments.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2954742645816956063</id><published>2008-08-15T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:04:40.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a tap</title><content type='html'>A passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and tapped &lt;br /&gt;him on the shoulder. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly &lt;br /&gt;hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a large &lt;br /&gt;plate glass window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still &lt;br /&gt;shaking driver said, 'I'm sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frightened passenger apologized to the &lt;br /&gt;driver and said he didn't realize &lt;br /&gt;a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver replied, 'No, no, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. Today is my &lt;br /&gt;first day driving a cab....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been driving a hearse for the last 25 years.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2954742645816956063?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2954742645816956063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2954742645816956063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2954742645816956063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2954742645816956063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-tap.html' title='Just a tap'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-6196574848099121596</id><published>2008-08-13T00:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:23:12.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkies and Root Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SKJvsAinWBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Iuq0PKXs1Fc/s1600-h/TwinkiesSat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SKJvsAinWBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Iuq0PKXs1Fc/s200/TwinkiesSat.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233868518808049682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked," Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added," You know, he's much younger than I expected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~author unknown~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-6196574848099121596?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/6196574848099121596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=6196574848099121596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6196574848099121596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/6196574848099121596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/twinkies-and-root-beer.html' title='Twinkies and Root Beer'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SKJvsAinWBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Iuq0PKXs1Fc/s72-c/TwinkiesSat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-1275563425402734566</id><published>2008-08-02T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:02.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing the Musical Scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SJSm4rdBcbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/a1vjl0EffU8/s1600-h/musicnotes223.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SJSm4rdBcbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/a1vjl0EffU8/s400/musicnotes223.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229988559951327666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO – Do not worry over things that may never happen, and even if they happen, worry will not help.  Do count your blessings before you count your cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE- Radiate good will and a spirit of benevolence.  Like laughter, it …… Makes yourself, as well as others, fell better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME -  Mete kindness, understanding, tolerance and forgiveness generously.  You reap as you mete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FA – Far-reaching are the therapeutic benefits of spiritual thinking.  You become as you habitually think.  Resentment, hatred, spite, envy and vengeance pack radioactive fallout that gnaws at your vitals.  They are self-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO – Sow the seeds of love, friendship, empathy and helpfulness.  These hardy seeds take root in the crustiest ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA – Laugh at yourself now and then.  You who can laugh at yourself are less apt to be at war with yourself.  Laugh at yourself, even if you don’t feel like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TI – Teach yourself awareness and appreciation of all the wonders of nature.  Thank God daily for the precious gift of life. Genuine gratitude and discontent are never found together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO – Do not expect someone else to open the door to happiness for you.  YOU must do it yourself.  You alone have the key.  Turn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1275563425402734566?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1275563425402734566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1275563425402734566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1275563425402734566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1275563425402734566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/climbing-musical-scale.html' title='Climbing the Musical Scale'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SJSm4rdBcbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/a1vjl0EffU8/s72-c/musicnotes223.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-8572510321133227697</id><published>2008-08-01T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:05:40.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tidbit</title><content type='html'>Happiness keeps You Sweet, &lt;br /&gt;Trials keep You Strong, &lt;br /&gt;Sorrows keep You Human, &lt;br /&gt;Life keeps You Humble, &lt;br /&gt;Success keeps You Glowing, &lt;br /&gt;But Only God keeps You Going&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-8572510321133227697?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/8572510321133227697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=8572510321133227697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8572510321133227697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8572510321133227697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-tidbit.html' title='Another Tidbit'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7808266966354183109</id><published>2008-07-16T23:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:02.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFERING TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SH7OwEKFDNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qlwwcGEe_RI/s1600-h/offering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SH7OwEKFDNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qlwwcGEe_RI/s200/offering.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223839942941412562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A country preacher was preaching very pointedly to his congregation one Sun. Morn. &lt;br /&gt;He said, "Now let the church walk!" (Deacon Jones said  "Amen, let it walk!"&lt;br /&gt;The preacher said "Let the church run!" (Deacon Jones: "AMEN, Parson, let it run!")  "Let the church fly!" shouted the preacher. (Deacon shouted:" AMEN, brother let it fly!" &lt;br /&gt;"Now it's going take a lot of money to let it fly, brother," shouted the preacher.  (Let it walk, then," said Deacon Jones, "let it walk."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7808266966354183109?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7808266966354183109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7808266966354183109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7808266966354183109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7808266966354183109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/offering-time.html' title='OFFERING TIME'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SH7OwEKFDNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qlwwcGEe_RI/s72-c/offering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-565292981144697799</id><published>2008-07-14T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:54:50.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever had and ID........ten.........T   error on your comput</title><content type='html'>I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Eric, the 11 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over. Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong? He replied, 'It was an ID ten T  error.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, 'An, ID ten T error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric grinned.... 'Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' I replied. 'Write it down,' he said, 'and I think you'll figure it out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote down:         I D 1 0 T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like Eric.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-565292981144697799?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/565292981144697799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=565292981144697799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/565292981144697799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/565292981144697799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/ever-had-and-idtent-error-on-your.html' title='Ever had and ID........ten.........T   error on your comput'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5997731598770849322</id><published>2008-07-11T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:03.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a funny!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHe4qMFF8RI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ItJyYtaTOg/s1600-h/outhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHe4qMFF8RI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ItJyYtaTOg/s400/outhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221845327895982354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5997731598770849322?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5997731598770849322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5997731598770849322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5997731598770849322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5997731598770849322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-funny.html' title='Just a funny!!!!!'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHe4qMFF8RI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ItJyYtaTOg/s72-c/outhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-8042958097254250383</id><published>2008-07-10T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:24:36.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-8042958097254250383?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/8042958097254250383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=8042958097254250383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8042958097254250383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/8042958097254250383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-happy-doesnt-mean-everythings.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-748716891096854550</id><published>2008-07-10T00:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:03.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHWjGVH3tVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I8jlL4lruzg/s1600-h/FwFriend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHWjGVH3tVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I8jlL4lruzg/s400/FwFriend.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221258672150656338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-748716891096854550?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/748716891096854550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=748716891096854550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/748716891096854550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/748716891096854550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHWjGVH3tVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I8jlL4lruzg/s72-c/FwFriend.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4704666673290155410</id><published>2008-07-08T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:03.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hands! No Legs! No Worries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHOdoXDvz3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/AA-LaX3u6QY/s1600-h/no+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHOdoXDvz3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/AA-LaX3u6QY/s320/no+hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220689709762596722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe that if you have the desire and passion to do something, and if it's God's will, you will achieve it in good time. As humans, we continually put limits on ourselves for no reason at all! What's worse is putting limits on God who can do all things. We put God in a 'box'. The awesome thing about the Power of God, is that if we want to do something for God, instead of focusing on our capability, concentrate on our availability for we know that it is God through us and we can't do anything without God. Once we make ourselves available for God's work, guess whose capabilities we rely on? God's!" quote by Nick Vujicic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4704666673290155410?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4704666673290155410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4704666673290155410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4704666673290155410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4704666673290155410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-hands-no-legs-no-worries.html' title='No Hands! No Legs! No Worries!'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHOdoXDvz3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/AA-LaX3u6QY/s72-c/no+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2547737113353326769</id><published>2008-07-06T02:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:03.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHBvAcT-8UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dTH9ONqTuok/s1600-h/Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHBvAcT-8UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dTH9ONqTuok/s200/Chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219794021513097538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.&lt;br /&gt;When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty chair sat beside his bed.&lt;br /&gt;The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.&lt;br /&gt;"I guess you were expecting me, he said.&lt;br /&gt;'No, who are you?" said the father.&lt;br /&gt;The minister told him his name and then remarked,"I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.&lt;br /&gt;"Would you mind closing the door?"&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, the minister shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But all of my life I have never&lt;br /&gt;known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I abandoned any attempt at prayer,"&lt;br /&gt;the old man continued, "&lt;br /&gt;until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I suggest.&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not spooky because he promised,&lt;br /&gt;'I will be with you always'.&lt;br /&gt;"Then just speak to him in the same way&lt;br /&gt;you're doing with me right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much&lt;br /&gt;that I do it a couple of hours every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm careful though.If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, nd returned to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later the daughter called&lt;br /&gt;to tell the minister that her daddy&lt;br /&gt;had died that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Did he die in peace?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock ,&lt;br /&gt;he called me over to his bedside,&lt;br /&gt;told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died,&lt;br /&gt;he leaned over and rested his head on the chair&lt;br /&gt;beside the bed. What do you make of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,&lt;br /&gt;"I wish we could all go like that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2547737113353326769?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2547737113353326769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2547737113353326769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2547737113353326769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2547737113353326769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/chair.html' title='The Chair'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SHBvAcT-8UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dTH9ONqTuok/s72-c/Chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5091192981326573611</id><published>2008-07-05T05:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T06:05:05.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DARE TO DREAM</title><content type='html'>This was a devotion I read today and found it be just AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams make the difference between living a life and really living a life.  But some of us caught up in the busyness of life, have forgotten how to dream. Here are some suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify where you want to grow and then start dreaming about possibilities for getting there.  Writer Gary Hardaway comments, " We must dream, because we are made in the image of him who sees things that are not and wills them to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a quiet spot.  Sit back and let your thoughts roam.  What has God already done in your life?  What might He still do?  Consider, just for a moment, what isn't but could be.  Dream beyond where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams begin with asking such questions as, "If you could do anything you wanted with an extra hour today, what would it be?"  Sometimes dreams have their roots in the past.  "When you thing back over your childhood, what did you do with you spare time?"  Dream also peer around the corners of our lives and right into the places where we live, (giving us) clues as to how we can grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify where you want ot grow.  Then start dreaming a dream for your life and make a plan.  Author Elisa Morgan and Carol Kuykendall   &lt;br /&gt;Phillippians 2:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5091192981326573611?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5091192981326573611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5091192981326573611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5091192981326573611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5091192981326573611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/dare-to-dream.html' title='DARE TO DREAM'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-2625304399586344427</id><published>2008-07-03T12:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:04.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Bit of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SG0GZpR4_kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g0jYfq6c6Vc/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SG0GZpR4_kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g0jYfq6c6Vc/s320/sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218834580839661122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-2625304399586344427?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/2625304399586344427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=2625304399586344427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2625304399586344427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/2625304399586344427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-bit-of-wisdom.html' title='Today&apos;s Bit of Wisdom'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SG0GZpR4_kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g0jYfq6c6Vc/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-1605917843838022743</id><published>2008-07-03T00:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:04.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you see yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SGxnxtGPEdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W6h45nJX5vw/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SGxnxtGPEdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W6h45nJX5vw/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218660171832562130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-1605917843838022743?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/1605917843838022743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=1605917843838022743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1605917843838022743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/1605917843838022743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-you-see-yourself.html' title='How do you see yourself?'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SGxnxtGPEdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W6h45nJX5vw/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5134930575993587097</id><published>2008-07-02T01:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:04.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Lesser Known Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SGsnGghuixI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dydDi5gYdcA/s1600-h/MURPHYS+LAW+W+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SGsnGghuixI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dydDi5gYdcA/s200/MURPHYS+LAW+W+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218307586002946834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear&lt;br /&gt;        bright until you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3. Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    4. Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5. The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting&lt;br /&gt;        something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    6. If you lined up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would&lt;br /&gt;        be stupid enough to try to pass them, five or six at a time, on a hill,&lt;br /&gt;        in the fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    7. The things that come to those who wait will be the scraggly junk&lt;br /&gt;          left by those who got there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    8. The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    9. A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    10.When you go into court, you are putting yourself into the hands&lt;br /&gt;          of 12 people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5134930575993587097?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5134930575993587097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5134930575993587097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5134930575993587097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5134930575993587097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/07/murphys-lesser-known-laws.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Lesser Known Laws'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SGsnGghuixI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dydDi5gYdcA/s72-c/MURPHYS+LAW+W+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-332444621869734629</id><published>2008-06-29T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:34:46.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE PERFECT CHURCH"</title><content type='html'>If you should find the perfect church&lt;br /&gt;Without one fault or smear,&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake! Don't join that church;&lt;br /&gt;You'd spoil the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should find the perfect church&lt;br /&gt;Where all anxieties cease&lt;br /&gt;Then pass it by, lest joining it&lt;br /&gt;You'd mar the masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should find the perfect church&lt;br /&gt;Then don't you ever dare,&lt;br /&gt;To tread upon such holy ground;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be a misfit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since no perfect church exists&lt;br /&gt;Made of imperfect men,&lt;br /&gt;Then let's cease looking for that church&lt;br /&gt;And love the church we're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not a perfect church,&lt;br /&gt;That's simple to discern&lt;br /&gt;But you and I and all of us&lt;br /&gt;Could cause the tide to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fools we are to flee our post&lt;br /&gt;In that unfruitful search&lt;br /&gt;To find at last where problems loom&lt;br /&gt;God proudly builds His church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's keep working in our church&lt;br /&gt;Until the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;And then we each will join that church&lt;br /&gt;Without an imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;--Mavis Williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-332444621869734629?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/332444621869734629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=332444621869734629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/332444621869734629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/332444621869734629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-church.html' title='&quot;THE PERFECT CHURCH&quot;'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5686248075713428263</id><published>2008-06-12T07:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:33:45.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with the burdens of life</title><content type='html'>Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:&lt;br /&gt;* Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be  Recalled by their maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, It was probably worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to be kind to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, Because then you won't have a leg to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nobody cares if you can't dance well.   Just get up and dance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The second mouse gets the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Birthdays are good for you.  The more you have, the longer y ou live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You may be only one person in the world, But you may also be the world to one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We could learn a lot from crayons... Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull.   Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today...I just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5686248075713428263?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5686248075713428263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5686248075713428263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5686248075713428263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5686248075713428263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-deal-with-burdens-of-life.html' title='How to deal with the burdens of life'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-5224471339057074347</id><published>2008-06-03T10:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:12:55.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy Tidbit!</title><content type='html'>The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-5224471339057074347?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/5224471339057074347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=5224471339057074347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5224471339057074347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/5224471339057074347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-happy-tidbit.html' title='Be Happy Tidbit!'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-3831564241079820295</id><published>2008-05-31T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:24:20.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Not</title><content type='html'>I was shocked, confused, bewildered&lt;br /&gt;as I entered Heaven's door,&lt;br /&gt;Not by the beauty of it all,&lt;br /&gt;by the lights or its decor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But it was the folks in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;who made me sputter and gasp--&lt;br /&gt;the thieves, the liars, the sinners,&lt;br /&gt;the alcoholics, the trash.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There stood the kid from seventh grade&lt;br /&gt;who swiped my lunch money twice.&lt;br /&gt;Next to him was my old neighbor&lt;br /&gt;who never said anything nice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Herb, who I always thought&lt;br /&gt;was rotting away in hell,&lt;br /&gt;was sitting pretty on cloud nine,&lt;br /&gt;looking incredibly well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear Your take.&lt;br /&gt;How'd all these sinners get up here?&lt;br /&gt;God must've made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And why's everyone so quiet,&lt;br /&gt;so somber? Give me a clue."&lt;br /&gt;"Hush, child," said He "They're all in shock.&lt;br /&gt;No one thought they'd see you."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Judge NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-3831564241079820295?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/3831564241079820295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=3831564241079820295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3831564241079820295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3831564241079820295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/05/judge-not.html' title='Judge Not'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7088397202028801877</id><published>2008-05-29T10:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:04.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "tales" of Tiara and Macie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SD7QO0VNPMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_l9cOMOOUAA/s1600-h/100_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SD7QO0VNPMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_l9cOMOOUAA/s200/100_0208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205827172271209666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While recently watching my two nieces I was entertained with the most delightful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well…. It all started one day when Tiara age 6took the little dog GiGi into the part of the house he was not allowed to play.  She had him on top of the dryer letting him walk around while grandma was in her room unaware.  Grandma was in the process of filling the wash machine with water to do a load of laundry when all the drama began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GiGi walked right over to the wash machine and fell in to the water.  Tiara knowing that she is in deep trouble proceeds to find her little sister Macie.  Macie being the 4 year old bold heroine that she was came to save the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry GiGi I will save you.”  She says as she jumps into the washer with the little dog.  GiGi being scared of the water and all of the commotion, jumped right over Macies head back onto the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macie in all of her worldly wisdom realizes that now both she and GiGi are soaking wet.  What is the most logically thing to do once you have been through the wash cycle? The dry cycle of course!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macie takes GiGi and gets into the dryer.  Tiara shuts the door and the cycle begins.  After what felt like five minutes Tiara opens the dryer door to let a very dizzy Macie and GiGi out of the dryer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macie was red and felt like she was sunburned everywhere and GiGi looked like a cute stuffed animal.  Macie was also dizzy and was walking in circles and ran right into the wall.  She hit the wall so hard that she left a hole in the wall and her head got stuck.  Tiara had to pull and pull to release her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, all was put back to right before grandma ever got back to the living room of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister returned to pick up my nieces, I told her I was shocked that she had never told me about the washing machine – dryer incident at grandma’s house.  (These two totally had me believing this story.) She told me that it had never happened.  The girls had made up the whole story.  They were working this story together let me tell you.  It came to life with such unity there was no disbelief in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever read the books of “Eloise” or “Junie B Jones” you will have a deeper understanding of my two precious nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more “episodes” in the lives of Tiara and Macie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next how Macies saves Tiara from hurting herself sleep walking.... this one you do not want to miss!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7088397202028801877?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7088397202028801877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7088397202028801877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7088397202028801877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7088397202028801877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/05/tales-of-tiara-and-macie.html' title='The &quot;tales&quot; of Tiara and Macie'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SD7QO0VNPMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_l9cOMOOUAA/s72-c/100_0208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-7468899661015307917</id><published>2008-05-26T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:25:12.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your daddy!</title><content type='html'>A pastor had been on a long flight between church conferences.  The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on:  Fasten Your Seat Belts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pastor looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the voice on the intercom said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time.  The turbulence is still ahead of us." &lt;br /&gt;And then the storm broke . . .&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines.  Lightning! lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean.  One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him.  He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.  The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, I suddenly saw a little girl.  Apparently the storm meant nothing to her.  She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and every- thing within her small world was calm and orderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid." The minister could hardly believe his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having commented about the storm and the behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child replied, "Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home." &lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement.  We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us remember: Our Father is the Pilot.  He is in control and taking us home. Don't worry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-7468899661015307917?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/7468899661015307917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=7468899661015307917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7468899661015307917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/7468899661015307917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/05/whos-your-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s your daddy!'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-3098593382465789671</id><published>2008-05-23T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:04.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SDcEpkVNPLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kL2ucjKwL3A/s1600-h/tweetie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SDcEpkVNPLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kL2ucjKwL3A/s400/tweetie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203633006623669426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-3098593382465789671?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/3098593382465789671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=3098593382465789671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3098593382465789671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3098593382465789671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SDcEpkVNPLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kL2ucjKwL3A/s72-c/tweetie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-3487865904123250680</id><published>2008-05-19T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:20:05.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieter's Logic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SDG5W3hJPWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ETsqGROQXos/s1600-h/diet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SDG5W3hJPWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ETsqGROQXos/s400/diet.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202142847100861794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SDG47XhJPVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/U2VkiBUvTvM/s1600-h/salad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SDG47XhJPVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/U2VkiBUvTvM/s400/salad.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202142374654459218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-3487865904123250680?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/3487865904123250680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=3487865904123250680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3487865904123250680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/3487865904123250680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/05/dieter_19.html' title='Dieter&apos;s Logic!'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVixMCPij8E/SDG5W3hJPWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ETsqGROQXos/s72-c/diet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661519780436112268.post-4189065053446094044</id><published>2008-05-18T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:02:11.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful Women</title><content type='html'>Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, satan shudders &amp; says...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no....she's awake!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661519780436112268-4189065053446094044?l=belalba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/feeds/4189065053446094044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3661519780436112268&amp;postID=4189065053446094044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4189065053446094044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661519780436112268/posts/default/4189065053446094044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belalba.blogspot.com/2008/05/powerful-women.html' title='Powerful Women'/><author><name>Belinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13716023330763974946</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/_MVixMCPij8E/SepsHEB3ibI/AAAAAAAAASE/-7nlM1YsNko/S220/Belinda+North+Carolina+108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
