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      <title>A PNN Broadcast by: lcarterlibrary</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 00:29:44 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Greeting on July 4th!</title>
      <description>J&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS, sans-serif"&gt;uly 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I set up this website in February 2008 with the promise that I would contribute regularly.&amp;nbsp; I was meaning to add a piece at least once a month.&amp;nbsp; Well this is only my second post and it's July.&amp;nbsp; I don't suppose you want the reasons.&amp;nbsp; Suffice it to say that now I'm ready to write. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I want this website to be about me--a topic I know most about.&amp;nbsp; But it is also musings about what I see, hear, discover, and learn about throughout the year.&amp;nbsp; I love reflective writing it helps me think more deeply about my experiences.&amp;nbsp; But writing takes courage!&amp;nbsp; The courage to write is probably my biggest obstacle.&amp;nbsp; In the end, it's not an expansive vocabulary, good spelling, time, or editing knowledge that counts in writing; it's courage.&amp;nbsp; (I'm not even sure if that is the correct use of a semi-colon, but it works for me.)&amp;nbsp; I'm not even sure day-to-day if I have all that much to say, but I will try to follow the advice my mother gave me years ago; practice, practice, practice.&amp;nbsp; (There's that damn semi-colon again.&amp;nbsp; I must look up how to use it.)&amp;nbsp; For anything in life requires desire, determination, and practice. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This seems like a good place to end.&amp;nbsp; I will go back to my daughters, who are gaining strength in craziness by chasing each other around and screaming at the top of their lungs.&amp;nbsp; They are supposed to be getting ready for bed.&amp;nbsp; Please stop by again and leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 00:29:44 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Family Life</title>
      <description>&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today, I had one of those proud moments that you sometimes have as a parent.&amp;nbsp; When there's no whining, no wanting, no "it's not fair!" ringing in my ear.&amp;nbsp; On the way home from a successful trip to the mall my daughter's were sharing, yes that's right sharing, a handful of sweet tart type candies purchased on the way out of the mall from one of those gumball machines.&amp;nbsp; I had only a quarter in my pocket as we waited for dad to come round with the car.&amp;nbsp; Leila, my eldest, had never had a candy from one of these machines.&amp;nbsp; I gave in to the asking.&amp;nbsp; When a handful came out, Leila said, "Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; have a bag for me to put them in?"&amp;nbsp; I wondered who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; were but instead suggested she put them in the pocket of her coat.&amp;nbsp; She did.&amp;nbsp; Marlee, my youngest, was quite content (miraculously) to have Leila hand her the candies when she asked.&amp;nbsp; And, ask she did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Can I have a red one Leila?"&amp;nbsp; I worried that Leila would not be able to pull out a red one on demand.&amp;nbsp; But to my surprize she did and she said, "Mommy, Marlee's lucky because she asked for a red one and I pulled it out."&amp;nbsp; I smiled at her and said in response, "I'm the luckiest one of all."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Why mommy?" Leila questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Because I have you two."&amp;nbsp; I said.&lt;br /&gt;Leila smiled so sweetly to the compliment and then whispered to Marlee, "We're lucky too Marlee."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:32:42 GMT</pubDate>
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