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<title>What's Your #1?</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=603000</link>
<description>In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I thought I would pose a question to you wonderful folks who have decided to pop in and read this entry:Spiritual blessings aside(and I in no way mean to belittle those here- those are obviously the most important); what is the #1 thing of this earth that you are most thankful for, and why? Mine, without a doubt:  Insulin. It enables me to kiss my daughter goodnight with the confidence that there will likely be many more nights and goodnight kisses in her future.   Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. I'm anxious to read your replies. =)Peace to you.</description>
<dc:date>2008-11-25</dc:date>
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<title>The Best of Intentions</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=588847</link>
<description>My Husband loves me; no doubt about it.I love my Husband; no doubt about it.The previous statement does *not* mean, however, that he doesn't sometimes accidentally &quot;strike out&quot; with me. I was thinking the other day of something that made me smile: It was Christmas a few years ago, and my Husband was eagerly awaiting to see the look on my face as I opened up the neatly wrapped package from him. His eyes grew wider and his smile broader as I discovered the new garment (can't recall what exactly it was-dress/blouse/whatever) he had selected for me. I stared at this new garment for a moment... I realized he had purchased this item in a size that was 3 sizes larger than the size I already wore!*Strike One* Now, let me assure you that as the &quot;full figured&quot; woman I already am, when you go up 3 additional sizes.... well, you go up 3 additional sizes!! I remember looking at the clothing, and saying some nicety about how pretty it was, but &quot;wasn't it a shame th...</description>
<dc:date>2008-10-18</dc:date>
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<title>Who would YOU rock out to???</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=588039</link>
<description>If money were no object, name the band/s that would be your top choices to perform a show just for you. And yes, these have to be *living* acts, so right off the bat that knocked Jim Morrison and Elvis off my list... As for me, although I do think it would be way cool to see the legendary Tom Jones croon his classic &quot;What's New, Pussycat?&quot;... I would have to say my top three are as follows:1. U22. Fleetwood Mac3. Sting/The PoliceSO... who would YOU rock out to???Peace to you.</description>
<dc:date>2008-10-16</dc:date>
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<title>I got tagged. Here goes nothin.</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=579325</link>
<description>What is &quot;tagging&quot; about? Post eight random facts/habits about yourself. Choose eight others to &quot;tag&quot;, and include the guidelines in your post. Let your &quot;taggees&quot; know that they've been tagged! Enjoy learning more about your cyber-sisters/brothers. :-) 1. I check my alarm clock about 50,000 times each night before I go to bed, just to be *sure* it's set. Just in case the power has suddenly shut off to my clock after the first 49,999 times I checked it. Understandable.2. The right side of my face is my &quot;better&quot; side. My left nostril is ginormous compared to the right one, and it tends to look like this giant, dark, forboding cave in pictures. I don't mean this sound at all vain. If you have a picture of me, go check it out. You'll see.3. I am a sign language interpreter for the deaf at church. I only sign at church- I am too scared to go and take the test to try and become certified. It's so strange- I would say I am &quot;okay&quot; at inter...</description>
<dc:date>2008-09-24</dc:date>
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<title>Pssst! Hey, You!</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=562588</link>
<description>Hi there!I wanted to tell you something; something I thought you should be reminded of:  YOU are a special creation! YOU are cared for! YOU have much value! You may wonder how I know this? That's an easy one. Read on.&quot;For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&quot; -- Romans 8: 38, 39You are loved immeasurably by the Creator of the Universe! You are so loved that nothing in your past and nothing in your future could make Him stop loving you! You could travel to the highest most remote point, or lowest depths of the darkest ocean, and even there, you would be loved! Even if your thoughts were (unfortunately) no where near Him, He would be waiting for you, loving you, longing for you to love Him back.That said, it bears repeating: YOU are a special...</description>
<dc:date>2008-08-14</dc:date>
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<title>There's nothing like...</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=538420</link>
<description>... sitting down to your computer, pulling out the keyboard, placing your fingers in their usual location, only to discover a giant spider walking next to your hand on that very keyboard. You learn quickly that even though you're supposed to be the grown up, you can go to screaming maniac just like THAT. *aahh!* ... realizing how old and dismally out of style you are, when you venture out to the tanning salon for the first time in over half your life (literally), and realize that you have no clue how to work one of those beds. Upon confessing this to the attendants, you also suddenly realize that you're surrounded by 18 year olds who weigh no more than 82 pounds, and you realize that you don't look at all like you did when you were 18, and that probably is the reason all of those 18 year olds are looking back at you like you're some sort of curious artifact. The topper is when you finally emerge from your tanning cocoon, after the whopping 5 minutes you're allotted (since your skin i...</description>
<dc:date>2008-06-12</dc:date>
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<title>Hodge Podge Entry</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=513871</link>
<description>After a gentle hint that I was needing to &quot;UPDATE!!&quot; I felt that after nearly 2 months, perhaps it was time. =) I started to write several times, but the strange thing is that whenever I sit down to write, I think...&quot;Ah... that's just boring schmoring, no one would even care to read that...&quot; and I just toodle off to find something else to do.I do have a few things I would like to share.First and foremost, regarding my Dad: He had his follow up exam on the 1st of April. His prostate exam went just fine, and he does NOT have prostate cancer! Wahoo! So thanks be to God, it would seem that the February scare is finally and forever put behind us. He is back to his old self according to my Mom. I really can't thank all of you enough for your prayers, again.Next: I discovered this week where the phrase &quot;The calm before the storm&quot; came from. As some of you know, Arkansas was hit with several Tornadoes this past Thursday night/Friday morning. My husband kept ...</description>
<dc:date>2008-04-07</dc:date>
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<title>Sigh of relief...</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=493942</link>
<description>I'm home tonight, and my Dad continues to improve daily. My older sister went out to stay with him and my mother last night, so I feel very secure with the situation. My Dad gave us quite a scare- but he is strong and stubborn, and his stubbornness, combined with the many many prayers you offered up on his behalf, produced wonderful results.I want to thank Becky for keeping everyone apprised of the situation- she really is too good to me. I love you, Becky!! And I want to thank all of you wonderful people who raised prayers on behalf of a man most of you have never even met. You heard the call to prayer, and you responded. I pulled up my pleo page one night and showed all the comments to my mother, and she and I were just totally overwhelmed. We passed along your prayers and well wishes to my Dad- it meant more to us than you could ever imagine.I was scared and unsure of things, but thanks to all of you, I never once felt alone. God's Kindgom is a glorious thing. I'm so glad to be ...</description>
<dc:date>2008-02-18</dc:date>
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<title>15 years??</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=488667</link>
<description>I was sitting in my daughter’s bedroom tonight, and noticed she had her little flip calendar set up, that was sent to us by Florida College. It caught my eye that this week was highlighted, and then I remembered why: The annual Lectures. I told her that Lectures was a very busy time at FC; in addition to the lectures, it is often a time for class reunions. Then it struck me: This is my 15th year away from FC. 15 years! I’ve been away almost as long as I was old when I enrolled (I said almost!)! I have no idea if our class had a reunion planned; if so, I’ve heard nothing of it. But that thought was the inspiration I needed to sit myself down here, and say…Thanks.Thanks to the friends who came bounding into my room week one, seeking out new friendships, and common bonds. Thanks to those friends who allowed me to come bounding into their rooms, as I sought out new faces from other places, while trying to get past the hurt in my heart from missing home.Thanks to the friends...</description>
<dc:date>2008-02-05</dc:date>
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<title>To My Dad</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fog?l=5&amp;entryID=482427</link>
<description>I don't often feel compelled to write, until something just completely fills my spirit; then I find I can't ignore that compulsion until I do write about whatever is on my mind. Even then, I feel like my words are lacking. That said, I am feeling a deep sorrow right now for some of my very dear friends. That sorrow has led me to a spend a lot of time in personal reflection, and that personal reflection led me to write this. I wouldn't blame you if you get bored with this one; it's long. But repressing this one wasn't an option for me.~~~Dad,I’m so thankful for you.I’m thankful that for as long as I can remember, you’ve been a dependable, hard worker. You worked early morning ‘till evening, plugging away, so Mom could stay home with us girls. I loved how, on the occasion I had to call your office, your voice would immediately soften when you realized it was me. I’m thankful that you were willing to crouch your large frame onto a rickety old sled, so I could climb up...</description>
<dc:date>2008-01-20</dc:date>
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