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		<title>By: honorarynewfie</title>
		<link>http://blindianlove.com/2010/02/25/where-does-time-go/#comment-726</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 22:10:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Loved number 3 !
All I need to do now is teach myself to believe it.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loved number 3 !<br />
All I need to do now is teach myself to believe it.</p>
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		<title>By: girlsguidetosurvival</title>
		<link>http://blindianlove.com/2010/02/25/where-does-time-go/#comment-722</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 06:52:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I read it some where, &quot;Friends are God&#039;s way of appologizing for relatives.&quot; 

How was the India trip? What was new? More cars on the roads or more cows?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read it some where, &#8220;Friends are God&#8217;s way of appologizing for relatives.&#8221; </p>
<p>How was the India trip? What was new? More cars on the roads or more cows?</p>
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		<title>By: diverse</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 02:56:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I can&#039;t believe it&#039;s 2010.

It&#039;s funny how time flies. It seems that I was 18 yesterday and I&#039;m almost 39. I attended my nephew&#039;s basketball games and I came across a couple of my classmates at my former high school. Although they are parents of several kids, it seems that we&#039;re all going to pep rallies instead of these games. My sister is a year younger than me. She&#039;s about to attend her 20 year class reunion. You just look at the people and with the exception of a little weight gain, they all look the same as they did in high school. It just all so weird to me. But I&#039;m happy that Lord let me see this year.

I also feel like you. In some ways Feel that I&#039;m taking life for granted. I Just feel that my life has become more about work than play. I haven&#039;t been out of my state for a mighty long time to the point where I&#039;m beginning to feel like a hic. I don&#039;t have any kids of my own, but if I did, I would want them to know about life and how to enjoy it to the fullest. I just wouldn&#039;t want to leave this world where all my life consisted of is work, work, work. Even in this state of terrible economic affairs, I&#039;m a realist, but I don&#039;t want it get me down to the point where I shouldn&#039;t no life. No matter how bad things may look on the outside, I try my best to look at the good that may be underneath it.For the time being, I will just enjoy nature, my life and some of my family  .Hopefully things will get better.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can&#8217;t believe it&#8217;s 2010.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s funny how time flies. It seems that I was 18 yesterday and I&#8217;m almost 39. I attended my nephew&#8217;s basketball games and I came across a couple of my classmates at my former high school. Although they are parents of several kids, it seems that we&#8217;re all going to pep rallies instead of these games. My sister is a year younger than me. She&#8217;s about to attend her 20 year class reunion. You just look at the people and with the exception of a little weight gain, they all look the same as they did in high school. It just all so weird to me. But I&#8217;m happy that Lord let me see this year.</p>
<p>I also feel like you. In some ways Feel that I&#8217;m taking life for granted. I Just feel that my life has become more about work than play. I haven&#8217;t been out of my state for a mighty long time to the point where I&#8217;m beginning to feel like a hic. I don&#8217;t have any kids of my own, but if I did, I would want them to know about life and how to enjoy it to the fullest. I just wouldn&#8217;t want to leave this world where all my life consisted of is work, work, work. Even in this state of terrible economic affairs, I&#8217;m a realist, but I don&#8217;t want it get me down to the point where I shouldn&#8217;t no life. No matter how bad things may look on the outside, I try my best to look at the good that may be underneath it.For the time being, I will just enjoy nature, my life and some of my family  .Hopefully things will get better.</p>
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