<?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-2592024145021676500</id><updated>2012-01-03T12:28:16.101-05:00</updated><category term='answers'/><category term='truth'/><category term='bible'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='satan'/><category term='God'/><category term='more to learn'/><category term='psychics'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Keep looking'/><category term='love'/><category term='visions'/><category term='Blog sence'/><category term='writting is wonderful'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Write Impressions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-2166414276553468539</id><published>2009-03-11T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:31:39.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>writing frees the spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  I have now begun my new venture in writing, I have written pages I am sending in to have critiqued. This will be the very first time I have gotten the courage to let some one else read my stuff. I have joined writing groups on Twitter and face book that make me feel at home. They offer so much advise and help with tips and shared experience. I pray this is my new found career in the making. I will keep you posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-2166414276553468539?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2166414276553468539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=2166414276553468539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/2166414276553468539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/2166414276553468539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-frees-spirit.html' title='writing frees the spirit'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-6090737340648285685</id><published>2009-02-26T06:34:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:18:46.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satan'/><title type='text'>Your answers, Quit and move on in Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt; been at my job for over eleven years and just a few days ago &lt;strong&gt;I quit&lt;/strong&gt;. No, not for a job I had lined up as it should have been. In fact I had no clue and still do not know what I will do or where I will be. But I know it will be perfect, a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a leap of faith! In fact it was in Faith! I am not afraid nor am I worried. The key word here is &lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt;, I have absolute &lt;strong&gt;trust in God&lt;/strong&gt; that it is the right thing to do. And &lt;strong&gt;he will provide&lt;/strong&gt; a much better way for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been struggling with myself for many months after reading a passage in the &lt;strong&gt;Bible&lt;/strong&gt;. You see, I was working on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;psychic&lt;/span&gt; line&lt;/strong&gt; trying to help others in there quest for answers in all matters of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoping to bring a brighter path to some who had lost hope and needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reassurance&lt;/span&gt;. I was sure I was doing the right thing, I believed it was &lt;strong&gt;my calling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But most of the time somewhere in our conversation would come the response that I would dread, as time went on I would dread the entire call! When will he or she call, or why doesn't he/she call me? Not one word I had said got through! Nothing else really matteres to them except what they wanted. Some of these callers hadn't heard from the person they were calling about for years. Some even had restraining orders against them and have completely let the devil convince them the person really does love them and just let another person; such as their wife or husband rule their life and is keeping them apart. When in fact the person told them it was over and years have gone by, the other person has moved on. Believing their own lie that they are waiting for the one person they are hung up on to change their mind to see how wonderful life could be if they would just let them back in!"If he/or she would just contact me I know everything would be right. No dating or trying to move on for these callers.. this was in call after call after call person after person for years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For awhile I would use the gentle approach that some things in life happen because we are meant to grow and move in other directions God has laid out for us and we weren't ment to suffer. Loving life isn't always easy but to no longer see anything in front of you, to no longer have eyes to see your own childrens need of you! Of cousre most of the callers were already married to someone else and it was as though their mate didn't exist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bible&lt;/strong&gt; is a book I have read off and on for years! Not until the last year or so had I read and understood most of what it is telling me! It is a blessing to have a an understanding of God, he has a plan for us, God even sent us a savior &lt;strong&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt; to save us from an unforgivable sin we were born into!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I realized I am suppose to try to teach Gods word to all his children! Which I was doing but some how it would go back to the caller wanting me to make a prediction they were counting on me to provide some inside knowledge like a psycic should I guesss, though my website never said I was a psychic ..It said "&lt;strong&gt;I am a Christian living and walking in the word of God&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And working the lines for so many years I always felt compelled to tell them close to what they wanted to hear &lt;strong&gt;to please them&lt;/strong&gt;!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When that changed and I stuck to Gods word, I became rejected by most and if they didn't like what they heard they could most certainly just call one of the other, now &lt;strong&gt;thousands &lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;proclaimed psychics!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole thing became very clear to me, this is the&lt;strong&gt; devils playground&lt;/strong&gt;!! Some callers, in fact, most new callers would say to me "that isn't what the last psychic told me" Or I have talked to many Psychics and some say this and some say that" not only have they put all their trust into a stranger on the other ends of the phone instead of God, they pay hundreds of dollars every day to hear someone tell them the truth &lt;strong&gt;they want to hear! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tricks satan uses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So heres how this works; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) First, some one or something will entice you with the amount of money you can make (&lt;em&gt;on this&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;particular site&lt;/em&gt;). You have control of how many calls you take and how much you charge and you can pretty much say what ever you want and not have any proof or credentials so &lt;strong&gt;anyone can do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;this!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is just this easy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a) you work out of your home, anytime you want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b) need no special skills or education&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c) easy tools needed phoneline, anytype and or (Tarot cards) zodiac (for personality triats) or just lie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Satan lets the&lt;strong&gt; so called psychic&lt;/strong&gt; believe that they can tell the future, see things in the past, and that your answer was what they needed, and as you take more calls and become more familar with what people want, like in most things you will become experienced in how to handle the call, the person! &lt;strong&gt;Now your hooked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) The callers needs answers now! Believe's in you and keeps calling, they no longer trust themselves and some will even tell you &lt;strong&gt;they don't know why they are calling,&lt;/strong&gt; but they need to hear what you input is on ... everything they do now!!! They can't even afford it and they will say so! But non the less you will both keep talking. &lt;strong&gt;Both of us are hooked&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) The Psychic becomes competitive and starts spending their own money to get more calls. In a lot of cases more is spent than what is made! ( this is a new option the site provided for people to get more calls, advertise yourself! There are now &lt;strong&gt;Millions of members&lt;/strong&gt; your up against).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) The calls don't come in when it is convienient for you, it becomes an interruption you didn't see before and they are not lasting as long, too many others to call and they will take out their frustrations on the psychic (&lt;strong&gt;the slave&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6) Most psychics have become very &lt;strong&gt;chained to the job&lt;/strong&gt;, unhappy, working more and more to get the imcome they are accustomed to. Changing their websites, updating information on themselves they can get away with. ( &lt;strong&gt;Now convinced&lt;/strong&gt; they have a talent most would want). It has become their lifeline most have left jobs and put family aside to do this full time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I could go on and on, I think you get the picture. Yes It is the devils playground we need to stay away from! It hits you in every aspect of our life. But you are protected by asking Jesus into your life and he will never let you down. Just ask Him! Then listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust in God, study the Bible, your rewards are much greater than anything you could even imagine, I have seen it, I have lived it. I am FREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from satans grip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you need an answers to things in your life read the Bible. If you want to know if something is of God, read in the &lt;em&gt;New Testament,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;1st John;4 1-6 about "The spirit of Truth and the Spirit&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Error&lt;/em&gt;" so you know where the truth is in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Loves You, He gave us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt; his only begotten son, our Savior from death and sin, disease, illness, bondage, fear, guilt, pain and suffering, lonliness, all lifes issues and problems created by the world. Just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;call on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he will answer all your questions correctly. Learn to listen! And start to live! Live in the spirit not in the flesh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray you recieve many blessings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless us All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-6090737340648285685?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6090737340648285685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=6090737340648285685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/6090737340648285685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/6090737340648285685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-answers-quit-and-move-on-in-faith.html' title='Your answers, Quit and move on in Faith'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-8786009185411566948</id><published>2008-10-22T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:08:07.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in God</title><content type='html'>Well today I made a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accomplishment&lt;/span&gt;! I was blessed by being able to work hard enough to save my house from foreclosure. Back a few month ago work got slow bills started to pill up and I was falling behind fast! By the grace of God I was able to find my way through by absolute Faith in God. I trusted as it is written in scripture &lt;strong&gt;"Trust in God"&lt;/strong&gt; I did.. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; saved!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Heavenly Father for my Blessing and being able to understand how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; by Jesus my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Savior&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-8786009185411566948?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8786009185411566948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=8786009185411566948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/8786009185411566948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/8786009185411566948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/trust-in-god.html' title='Trust in God'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-6335756587752410851</id><published>2008-10-21T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:14:29.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow this blog</title><content type='html'>I like the idea that we can follow a blog. It really keeps you updated with out all the searching.&lt;br /&gt;But I have noticed not all the blogs I wanted to follow have the "follow this blog " link? Am I missing something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-6335756587752410851?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6335756587752410851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=6335756587752410851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/6335756587752410851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/6335756587752410851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/follow-this-blog.html' title='Follow this blog'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-338373765061684244</id><published>2008-10-21T07:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:37:57.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auroura</title><content type='html'>Wow, I havent been keeping up with my blog! I didnt realize how long it has been! I miss it!&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to keep up with my writing here and grow into a regular blogger on blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;    Since my last post I was blessed with my first great grand child in August. She is the sweetest little girl. I am so proud of my granddaughter she takes such wonderful care and attention of her. The baby was named after Sleeping Beauty's "Princess Auroura" and right now she is a sleeping beauty surrounded in plush &lt;em&gt;PINK..&lt;/em&gt; everything! We always seem to have such little time visiting and you almost have to stand in line to hold her. I can't wait to see what she is going to be dressed as for Halloween. But I am sure it will be PINK !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-338373765061684244?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/338373765061684244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=338373765061684244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/338373765061684244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/338373765061684244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/auroura.html' title='Auroura'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-6664183217838553461</id><published>2008-05-09T12:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:50:08.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>Have you planned for Mother's Day? Well it is three days away..so there's plenty of time for new idea's. It may be easier to do a few simple little things than one great big ordeal for some. Make a weekend of it by. Offering to do things around the house for her. Help plant a garden or potted flower's if she's into that.&lt;br /&gt;Plan a great breakfast one day, lunch the next and dinner for Sunday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt; remember the Great Card!!! Some dollar stores have great deals on cards so you can buy for &lt;em&gt;Your Mother&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Mother-in Law&lt;/em&gt; at the same time! And hey, Dont forget &lt;em&gt;Gramma! The Idea is to celebrate the day for Moms, so be good, eat your vegetables, and don't slouch! Oh yea and comb that hair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-6664183217838553461?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6664183217838553461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=6664183217838553461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/6664183217838553461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/6664183217838553461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-are-you-ready.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Are you ready?'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-6672540340316137875</id><published>2008-05-07T06:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:21:33.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing under the street light</title><content type='html'>Sitting here at my computer pondering what to write. Makes me wonder if all writers have the same problem in the beginning. I know I have a lot to say and many subject matters to write and tell about. So, I shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;I will begin today with a story of "The Dancing Couple". A true story told as I remember it.&lt;br /&gt;When I was very young our neighborhood was very quiet. It was in the mid-late 1950's. We didn't have fences in our yards. We as children especially, were not allowed to just go from yard to yard but as a child my curiosity would bring me to the very edge of our property line at times. Especially when our neighbor Helen was outside gardening in the summer. With patience and a smile she always gave me a "Hello, how are you today" and of course I usually had the same very shy "fine" answer. She would ask me polite little questions I would answer with yes or no or I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Helen had very blond hair. She and her husband Gorden were much younger than my parents. They were both attractive and friendly. They had a daughter who was a few years older me and an only child. She also had very blond hair usually in the Shirley Temple style with bows or ribbons. But I was too young for her to want to play with and we talked very little, so I think Helen tried to be as friendly as she could without encouraging the idea I could come over and get my feelings hurt by her daughter and her older friends who didn't want a little kid around.&lt;br /&gt;Many times she would let me over and swing in her glider in the far back of the yard while she gardened and sometimes she would sit with me,she'd tell me I could stay even after she went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had these little extra cement or concrete walks with a step up that came from the side walk and lead to the side door. Helen's went to their breezeway door. They had a huge double driveway up to their garage. Helen's house had a street light in front of it so it was nice and bright there.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would walk over to their walkway when my parents would let me sit outside after dark. Just sitting there by myself watching cars in the distance from the main road drive by.&lt;br /&gt;Then one summer evening I heard the breezeway door close and I looked behind me. Helen and Gorden were in the driveway dancing. The shadow from the street light cast four images of them. I know they did not see me there. I watched as they stood very close to each other their every move was together at the same time. They turned around in big circles and went almost the full length of the drive way at times. A couple times I turned my head back to the road in case they thought I was snooping, and if I was snooping my parents would know and I wouldn't be able to come out again. So I never told anyone for a long time. They seemed to be in a place only they knew of, a world of their own. I don't believe they ever knew I was there. Of course for that entire summer I wanted to sit outside whenever I could and watch this graceful dance. There were nights that they didn't come out and some nights I just wasn't outside, but for most of that summer I watched in silence and in awe of how beautiful their dance was. Every once in a while I thought I could here them say something to each other, but it wasn't much just a word or two.&lt;br /&gt;Summer was soon over and fall came so quick .. Back to school and busy with homework and schedules, winter came with us kids going outside in the day time to play on our sleigh or try to skate on the homemade ice rink my dad made. Spring came with all the budding flowers and trees. Then summer was finally back and everything forgotten returned...,except for Helen. Helen had died sometime during the spring. She had a brain tumor. I later found out that Helen and Gorden weren't Dancing at all. He was helping her move around because she couldn't anymore on her own. I never saw Helen again after that summer. Gorden and their daughter sold the house and moved away after a year or so. He tried to be friendly during the time he was still there. But He wasn't the same. In my mind even today almost fifty years later, I still very clearly remember the couple dancing in their drive way. I will always you remember Helen And Gorden as the beautiful people next door where ever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-6672540340316137875?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6672540340316137875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=6672540340316137875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/6672540340316137875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/6672540340316137875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/dancing-under-street-light.html' title='Dancing under the street light'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-8507600645495011695</id><published>2008-05-04T10:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:37:48.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog sence'/><title type='text'>I'll be there..Blogging</title><content type='html'>Well it has been almost two weeks since I have started this blog as well as a couple others. I am doing more research and re-research than I ever thought I would do. But I am so drawn to it and so involved. I love it! I am wondering why I didn't know about this before!&lt;br /&gt;Learning about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adsence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and others is still a great task. Because I don't really have computer lingo savvy. I am sorta hit &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; miss. Some of the things I add including this blog, go through but I have no Idea where they go or if they are going anywhere. All the tutorials I have read thus far make it sound &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so easy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I already have a collection of web addresses and websites to refer to. And yes they are very helpful until I get to my own page.., sometimes. I know it is very early after all, I'd never even heard of Blogging before a month or so ago so in that statement alone I think I have done very well! So I will keep reading , searching, testing and of course blogging! I feel I found a niche for myself. My Blog doesn't have technical stuff in it because I don't really know any. And I have noticed most of the blogs I have read are talking about great subjects until they say just blah blah blah,..blah blah..blah. Well that's how it reads for me right now. But I will catch up and I will be right there along side of some of you..blogging away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-8507600645495011695?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.grammasmoneyblog.blogspot.com' title='I&apos;ll be there..Blogging'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.blogupbucks.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8507600645495011695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=8507600645495011695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/8507600645495011695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Impressions: Who's in Control?#links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/whos-in-control.html#links"&gt;Write Impressions: Who's in Control?#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-2037212811601963703?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/whos-in-control.html#links' title='Write Impressions: Who&apos;s in Control?#links'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2037212811601963703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=2037212811601963703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/2037212811601963703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/2037212811601963703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/write-impressions-whos-in-controllinks.html' title='Write Impressions: Who&apos;s in Control?#links'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-2124229050126101906</id><published>2008-04-30T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:26:39.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writting is wonderful'/><title type='text'>The Great Blog</title><content type='html'>Writing this blog is wonderful. A bit scary, but wonderful. I've always wanted to Sit down just letting words flow into a perfect stream of the next great novel. Ah wouldn't that be the writer's dream. Publisher's waiting at the door, editors complimenting every word written and reader's standing in long lines just to buy your book! J.K.Rowling must have had that feeling when Harry Potter came to life. Hey, I would be grateful if anyone just wanted to read what I write in this blog. In fact! I would be as excited as if I had written.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Blog Everyone Wants to Read".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Truthfully I have no clue as to whether I can write or not! But this blog gives me that chance to boldly write and hit that publish button and believe. Believe that the writing muse is whispering in my ear. Along with my guardian angel, fairy godmother and and any one else who would help. And if not one person reads a single word, I still have the satisfaction of writing and publishing. Yes I know, it is only a blog. For me it is like a novel, the great blog. Practice, it is said, makes perfect, and with time, effort, thought and lots of practice, I have the highest of hopes that a reader will find my story interesting to say the least. I know your out there some where, waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-2124229050126101906?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2124229050126101906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=2124229050126101906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/2124229050126101906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/2124229050126101906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/writting-this-blog-is-wonderful.html' title='The Great Blog'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-78731713498536675</id><published>2008-04-28T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:47:30.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep looking'/><title type='text'>found my secret wishing place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This new picture really caught my attention. I think I have dreamt of finding a secret place like this in the woods some where since I first saw Tinker Bell in Peter Pan. A place where wishes could come to life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-78731713498536675?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/78731713498536675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=78731713498536675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/78731713498536675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/78731713498536675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/found-my-secret-wishing-place.html' title='found my secret wishing place'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-1489007524845707690</id><published>2008-04-28T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:50:01.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more to learn'/><title type='text'>Who's in Control?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;   As much as I love working with people. I know it is time to take a break from it when it becomes work. We all have our struggles and sometimes getting someone to see a new light on situations isn't that easy... First of all, I am not living &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; life and it is easy for me to see it so clearly from my point of view. I guess that must be where the saying&lt;em&gt; "Easier said than done&lt;/em&gt;" comes in. What it seems to come down to is having patience, faith in ourselves, an ability to truly trust ourselves and believe we have the power of our own lives, in our control. When it is time to decide on things, It is your life after all. The experience belongs to each individual we will not all feel the same way. Only when we start to let the things that bother us, have so much control over our happiness, or our progress, do thing gets hard. Then we have given all our energy and power to the wrong area's of our life and wonder what is going wrong ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-1489007524845707690?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1489007524845707690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=1489007524845707690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/1489007524845707690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/1489007524845707690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/whos-in-control.html' title='Who&apos;s in Control?'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592024145021676500.post-8447538089937814096</id><published>2008-04-28T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:45:59.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visions'/><title type='text'>I can see Him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever feel or sense things no one else has? Strange feeling isn't it. I have had this all my life sometime in different ways but always, always it is there. In some cases it has actually helped me with warning feelings, I have learned over the years to pay attention to especially with family members and matters. The first experience I think I remember was at the age of around four. I can't really remember all the details but I do clearly remember the feeling and how I saw it. I was playing In our basement and I was alone. It was as though I saw and was there at the same time and had the experience already. Very hard to describe as it was everything all together and yet I am sure it was a second or two. I saw a bus, knew the bus, saw my uncle get off the bus and knew he was not only on the bus but that he would be getting off. He walked to the corner and turned down the street that lead to ours and I knew immediately he was on his way to our house. I even saw what he was wearing and as strange as this may sound I could smell him not strongly but knew it was his scent! We didn't seem him very often as my father didn't really seem to like his presents, though he was always polite to him. As soon as I realized he was coming, I seemingly jumped up ran up the stairs all excited and told both my parents who were in the living room, "Uncle Manny's coming!"Of course my father asked my mother if she knew about this and she was just as puzzled. He asked me when, I said "now "and he asked a few more questions but I don't remember what they were. And finally he said show me. As I was jumping up and down excited for our company. My father walked with me to the house next door, it lined up with a street that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;T'ed&lt;/span&gt; ours. I knew that he was getting off the bus as we stood there. We didn't see anyone for a few minutes and my eye's were much better than my dads. Why he waited I still don't know. Within a very few minutes and with my telling my father step by step what was happening. &lt;em&gt;"I can see him!"&lt;/em&gt; I said jumping up and pointing. I saw him first like a wiggly little shadow, then finally we could see the image and I do remember my father asking how did I know it was him. I could see him walking and recognized his walk.. When my father could actually see that it was him All he said was "Well I'll be." almost under his breath. I don't remember much after that except Uncle did come for a visit that day. It was about 1957. We never spoke of it and it was never mentioned again. As I got older many other things like this occurred and some events got even stranger ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592024145021676500-8447538089937814096?l=newwritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8447538089937814096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592024145021676500&amp;postID=8447538089937814096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/8447538089937814096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592024145021676500/posts/default/8447538089937814096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newwritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-can-see-him.html' title='I can see Him!'/><author><name>by susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316060148813622688</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/-V_i2za0Ef20/TwI3vupp3YI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3D8P9xmqWmg/s220/Mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B398.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
