<?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-6267769732142933560</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:15:00.100-07:00</updated><category term='in memory of dad'/><category term='my writing'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='work'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>The writings of my life</title><subtitle type='html'>I like to share my thoughts and feelings.  I guess I have found that I do this best through my writings.  These are writings of just about everything that is on my mind.  My lifelong dream is to write a book some day and I am hoping that I will be able to do that with the help of writing my blogs.  To all my fans, thank you so much for reading these blogs and giving some input!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-641086701002256299</id><published>2008-06-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:30:17.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writing'/><title type='text'>When?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We do what we can to get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it seems like nothing goes our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We try harder and do more things to try to do better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But things go the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;People say that things happen for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When do those things happen for the good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't understand how some people have all the luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When is it our turn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I know some people have it worse than we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But we still wonder when our lives will turn around for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If God could give us a sign and let us know which path to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It would make things so much easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess that's part of life and it's what we have to do: live and learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's just depressing feeling like you seem to go the wrong way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And you always wonder when it will go our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can someone tell me when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-641086701002256299?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/641086701002256299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=641086701002256299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/641086701002256299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/641086701002256299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/when.html' title='When?'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-6667597729686703202</id><published>2008-06-17T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:54:57.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;What do I want to do when there is a beautiful day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Run outside, take a walk, enjoy the beautiful day, and have fun with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There haven't been a lot of beautiful days lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rain and storms that cause depressing thoughts and being couped up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today is one of the beautiful days though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nice and warm with plenty of sunshine!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No more floods to wash our lands away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just sunshine to dry them out and clean up the mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We were lucky and don't have it so rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But some were not so lucky and have a bigger mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let these beautiful days dry up all the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And put us all in better spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-6667597729686703202?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6667597729686703202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=6667597729686703202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/6667597729686703202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/6667597729686703202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-days.html' title='Beautiful days'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-2726153512933297618</id><published>2008-05-13T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:59:18.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writing'/><title type='text'>Am I invisible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes I feel as though I'm talking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I talk and talk and talk, but I'm getting no answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can you hear me? Am I not talking loud enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe it's just me or maybe it's just you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do not know and sometimes feel as though I do not care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you want to be that way that is your choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have tried to make things better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't do that by myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're not willing to make things better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's just fine that's your choice again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just realize that you may have lost some family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That really cared for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I guess you have opened your arms to everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Except for who you should have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It will be too late before you realize it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then what do you plan on doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Possibly continuing to make me feel invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I know that I am not and in the end you will realize that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even if it means watching us walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And never looking back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I never feel invisible again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-2726153512933297618?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2726153512933297618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=2726153512933297618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/2726153512933297618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/2726153512933297618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-invisible.html' title='Am I invisible?'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-3607317502286060830</id><published>2008-04-05T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:26:37.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writing'/><title type='text'>The Mirror</title><content type='html'>My life is but a mirrored wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the reflection day in and day out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much difference is seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life begins to break down, the mirror is shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's a big mess to try and clean up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But picking up the pieces doesn't always make things better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor does it change what has happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day there is a new mirror that appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show that life isn't always perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, who claimed it was?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-3607317502286060830?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3607317502286060830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=3607317502286060830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/3607317502286060830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/3607317502286060830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirror.html' title='The Mirror'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-864678891836334376</id><published>2008-04-05T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:24:44.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writing'/><title type='text'>Why fight?</title><content type='html'>I sit here watching you sleep wondering why we had that fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change what has been said but Lord knows I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sleeping so peaceful even though I know you are stressed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot on your mind and a lot of confusion in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I love you with my whole heart and I always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with the family we have created together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we hadn't upset each other the way we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you love me and that's all that should matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives were not complete until we found each other again after so many years had gone by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we wouldn't fight over things that aren't that big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usually just a miscommunication on both our parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have gotten through so many hard obtacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have learned not to yell anymore, but to talk everything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people would just open their eyes they would realize how great we are together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to me what anyone else thinks of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, and that's all that matters to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why fight them when we know we are right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what we know is you and I were meant to be and will always be together the way it was written in our books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-864678891836334376?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/864678891836334376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=864678891836334376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/864678891836334376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/864678891836334376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-fight.html' title='Why fight?'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-6697322583081361727</id><published>2008-04-05T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:18:42.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writing'/><title type='text'>I don't know why</title><content type='html'>This is a song *work in progress*, so it is a little sketchy.  I have my guitar and will try to figure out a tune to go with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't get out of this mood&lt;br /&gt;I'm troubled and torn and so confused&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I just can't break this feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard for me to understand&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why life's become so complicated&lt;br /&gt;It's out of my hands for the answers&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I ought to give up&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just run away&lt;br /&gt;Away from it all and hide&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't solve anything&lt;br /&gt;And if won't make things any better for me&lt;br /&gt;I get so frustrated and confused&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why money has become so important&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to get ahead when you're broke&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people just don't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;No one to listen when you need it&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I try and fall flat on my face&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the way I learn the best&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I cry when I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;It's something that just happens to me&lt;br /&gt;Some day things will get better&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes us stronger&lt;br /&gt;So we can be happy when we succeed&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I try to do my best&lt;br /&gt;It's not always the right way, but it's my way&lt;br /&gt;To me it's worth it, and always should be&lt;br /&gt;I will always do my best to succeed&lt;br /&gt;And keep on trying for my best&lt;br /&gt;It may take some time to get it right&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I keep trying something will work&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I just can't explain it&lt;br /&gt;It may not make sense to you&lt;br /&gt;But it makes perfect sense to me&lt;br /&gt;That's what's important&lt;br /&gt;So I can keep trying&lt;br /&gt;And finally make it&lt;br /&gt;To see myself succeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-6697322583081361727?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6697322583081361727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=6697322583081361727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/6697322583081361727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/6697322583081361727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-6901380278774445586</id><published>2008-04-05T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:12:14.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writing'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel as if I am alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so many decisions to make&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get the advice you need&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get shown the wrong path&lt;br /&gt;Either way we are all alone in making decisions for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems as though we are torn between two things&lt;br /&gt;Which way do we turn, how do we make that decision&lt;br /&gt;If only there would be a way to try one, then rewind time, try the other&lt;br /&gt;But our lives don’t seem to be that way&lt;br /&gt;One wrong decision could change our lives dramatically&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be money, jobs, or places to live&lt;br /&gt;What is the easiest way to decide on what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Some say follow your heart or your gut instinct&lt;br /&gt;You can get all the advice you think you need&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you are still alone to make your decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-6901380278774445586?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6901380278774445586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=6901380278774445586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/6901380278774445586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/6901380278774445586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-7828912821226360796</id><published>2008-04-05T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:08:35.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am hurting inside right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why do they say such things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They say "Don't jump to the gun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I say "Practice what you preach"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why would you say such hurtful things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know that I am not a perfect person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No one in this world is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I live my life for my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because they mean the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't knock me down for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why would you say such hurtful things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you say you don't want to cause problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't believe that anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's too late to go back and take anything back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The pain has already set in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the damage has been done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't believe in holding grudges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it will take a long time to heal from that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why would you do such a horrible thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe facts need to be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Before you go and ruin a friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-7828912821226360796?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7828912821226360796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=7828912821226360796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/7828912821226360796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/7828912821226360796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-3268411004944647725</id><published>2008-03-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:06:32.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writing'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Our lives begin with being born, living our lives, and then passing on in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;With people who have passed on, we have only memories of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;At times you wish you could talk to that person about something only they would know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Whether it be important or not, you wish you could ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When we are born we don't remember anything for about the first 2 to 4 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Our first memories stick with us and we rarely forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When we are living our lives, we make many memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Some good memories, some bad, but we all have memories of something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Some of us will have long lives with many memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Some will only have a short life, with a few memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;We all have at least one very special memory that will live with us forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Memories make us who we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When our time comes to pass on in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Our memories will go with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;And memories of us will always live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-3268411004944647725?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3268411004944647725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=3268411004944647725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/3268411004944647725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/3268411004944647725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-4468476046901737070</id><published>2008-03-25T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:19:31.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>When You're Here, You're Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We've all heard that commercial "When you're here, you're family"&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel when I'm at work&lt;br /&gt;We've all laughed together or at each other&lt;br /&gt;We've all cried together when someone's hurting&lt;br /&gt;We all care about each other in some way&lt;br /&gt;We may not all be related, but it's our second family&lt;br /&gt;When something is wrong, we all worry&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to hear that everything is going to be ok&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the hardest things to do&lt;br /&gt;We've all hung out at some point in time&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's at work, our homes, or a night out on the town&lt;br /&gt;Our children have also become friends&lt;br /&gt;We have taught them what family really is&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be related to call them family&lt;br /&gt;Especially when we've all worked together for so many years&lt;br /&gt;We want everything to be ok and for you to be back&lt;br /&gt;Part of our family is missing, without you here&lt;br /&gt;We are all praying for you and ready to help&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it takes, we are here for you&lt;br /&gt;We love you and we want you back with us&lt;br /&gt;Please get better, we will help you fight&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need, don't be afraid to ask&lt;br /&gt;All we want is for our family to be complete&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, when you're here, you're family&lt;br /&gt;We love you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-4468476046901737070?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4468476046901737070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=4468476046901737070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/4468476046901737070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/4468476046901737070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-youre-here-youre-family.html' title='When You&apos;re Here, You&apos;re Family'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-9113316276866783455</id><published>2008-03-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:13:07.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You never really know what you've got, until it's gone&lt;br /&gt;We take advantage of what we have and think it will be there forever&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are hard to come by, and sometimes hard to be one&lt;br /&gt;The people you think aren't really that good of friends&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes surprise you and help you out, without you even asking&lt;br /&gt;When they do something like that, it makes you realize some people deserve that chance to be your good friend&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you don't realize that until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who helped me out, without me asking&lt;br /&gt;I offered my services when she needed it in the future&lt;br /&gt;But then it was too late, she passed away&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the friends that I have, she was the only one who showed up to help me that day&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her over and over again and told her how wonderful she was to help me out&lt;br /&gt;That is one thing I have to remember her by now&lt;br /&gt;She was there when I needed someone, and when no one else was there to help&lt;br /&gt;It just really makes you realize how short life can be&lt;br /&gt;And holding grudges isn't worth it&lt;br /&gt;So for those friends or family members, realize how short life is&lt;br /&gt;And stop holding grudges for dumb or no reason&lt;br /&gt;Because you never realize what you have, until it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-9113316276866783455?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9113316276866783455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=9113316276866783455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/9113316276866783455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/9113316276866783455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-never-really-know-what-youve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-4808011459535692887</id><published>2008-03-25T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:04:02.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Many people pass through our lives&lt;br /&gt;Some we notice as people we know&lt;br /&gt;Others we just see once when paths are crossed&lt;br /&gt;Many people you wouldn’t consider a best friend&lt;br /&gt;Some are your best friends forever&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people touch our hearts in one way or another&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don’t realize that until it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;On one particular day I had a friend that I served breakfast to every morning&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and said, "Oh there’s my best friend!"&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, and at once realized she meant me&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and had a short conversation with her&lt;br /&gt;She and I would always talk about many things&lt;br /&gt;We had so many differences in our lives&lt;br /&gt;She has lived longer and been through so many more things&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to talk to someone and really get to know what they have gone through in their lifetime&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if you are older or younger&lt;br /&gt;What matters is how you treat each other and enjoy each others company&lt;br /&gt;Many people who are in nursing homes need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be a friend to talk to or just sit next to they need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Instead of thinking of them as "residents", think of them as your friend&lt;br /&gt;People would be surprised at what they find out&lt;br /&gt;And how different things were in different decades&lt;br /&gt;I believe where I work, I can make a new friend every day&lt;br /&gt;If I take one minute to sit down and just say hello&lt;br /&gt;A best friend doesn’t have to be someone you "hang out" with&lt;br /&gt;A best friend is there for you and you are there for your best friend&lt;br /&gt;So stop for just one minute and say hello to someone&lt;br /&gt;You never know how fascinating their lives have been&lt;br /&gt;And maybe how fascinating your life is to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-4808011459535692887?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4808011459535692887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=4808011459535692887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/4808011459535692887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/4808011459535692887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-5541380701973475494</id><published>2008-03-25T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:51:14.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in memory of dad'/><title type='text'>Angels and Miracles...written for my father</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels make miracles happen for people all the time&lt;br /&gt;Usually in a lifetime a person has at least one miracle performed on them&lt;br /&gt;My father was a miracle in himself by healing others and helping others&lt;br /&gt;He worked his whole life for God and with Him&lt;br /&gt;He had many angels watching over him and helping him in many ways&lt;br /&gt;He never complained of his illness, nor did he show his pain&lt;br /&gt;He overcame so many battles with illness so many times&lt;br /&gt;My mother always said it was his Norwegian blood&lt;br /&gt;I always said he was a miracle man&lt;br /&gt;The final miracle was my father meeting God&lt;br /&gt;And becoming an angel to perform more miracles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-5541380701973475494?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5541380701973475494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=5541380701973475494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/5541380701973475494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/5541380701973475494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/angels-and-miracleswritten-for-my.html' title='Angels and Miracles...written for my father'/><author><name>T. Gerleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588651023712942423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojZqjSDxbEc/R-k-pBu59YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Voz3nFZpCg/S220/m_e811c6ef66b4b0169c5606e998293beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267769732142933560.post-5728957387066892109</id><published>2008-03-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:02:52.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>Beginning my blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I have many blogs written in myspace, but I have decided to make a blog page just for me!  I am in the process of starting to write a book, so I will update that in here also.  I love to write poetry and will share this with you.  Thank you for taking the time to read my blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267769732142933560-5728957387066892109?l=thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5728957387066892109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267769732142933560&amp;postID=5728957387066892109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/5728957387066892109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267769732142933560/posts/default/5728957387066892109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/beginning-my-blogs.html' title='Beginning my blogs'/><author><name>T. 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