<?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-3060321468715086103</id><updated>2012-01-16T09:58:58.053-08:00</updated><category term='self-reflection'/><category term='spiritual growth'/><title type='text'>Connections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-2138912906910488814</id><published>2012-01-16T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:58:58.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous &amp; 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It's been years since I've felt that I was able to create something out of my childhood past and turn it into something positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with more hours devoted into the things I enjoy most out of life I can keep on track to staying successful in all areas of growth...health, spiritual awareness, and self-preservation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'huge' thanks to my family and friends for believing in me and making a difference!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs-all-around~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1142918996309572410?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1142918996309572410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1142918996309572410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1142918996309572410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1142918996309572410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/10/years-off-to-great-start.html' title='The Year&apos;s off to a great start!'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-1783148048296129090</id><published>2009-08-25T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:49:11.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer '09</title><content type='html'>Wow...I'm always astonished and amazed at how fast the months go by!  This summer was bitter sweet.  Even though the economy is lousy and we had to watch every dime spent I did have the luxury of watching my grandchild go through her early stages of infancy.  MJ is nearly a toddler, almost walking by herself before 9 months of age!!  Also, being home and connecting with my oldest was an extremely special time as was with all my children.  I've always kept a very close relationship with all three of my children, not that this means we didn't have our struggles...we did indeed!  However, ensuring that we are respective to each other, listen and keep the lines of communication open as have unwavering unconditional love for one another, we can't go wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely fortunate to spend quality time with all my kiddos during the summer months as well as stay closely connected with hubby.  Sure, he's busy with his guiding business and frequent odd-jobs to making income during my time off, but he always makes time for us and those are the times we will treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss my time at home...spending it with family, going on trips with close friends (Seafair was a blast Dawn as well as the 4th), celebrating my birthday with Karebear and spending time with her family on hers...good times Girlfriend!  Also, seeing the kids work hard at earning money (I haven't seen this for a looooooong time - lol, jk kids!), you three did a wonderful job working the garage sale, congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the summer comes to a close I know that the good times aren't over, but yet we will continue to spend time together, instead of the sunshine blistering our butts it will be the steadfast rainy, wet, drizzly weather upon us and that will just bring us even closer (indeed, actually much closer; we'll be indoors -- ha, ha).  Seriously, I couldn't enjoy my life more...my kids, my husband, my closest family and friends, I love you all very much and look forward to spending and sharing more memoriable moments together in the future!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs-all-around, Christine ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1783148048296129090?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1783148048296129090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1783148048296129090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1783148048296129090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1783148048296129090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-09.html' title='Summer &apos;09'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-8301205978560764915</id><published>2009-05-26T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:14:19.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend '09</title><content type='html'>I went wine tasting for the first time with a good friend from high school.  Last time we had seen each other was at our twenty-year reunion this past summer.  It was as if we'd never lost touch.  The weekend was beautiful and the trip through the Willamette Valley Vinards was AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Dawn for the experience, it was truly an AMAZING adventure.  Looking forward to doing it again in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-8301205978560764915?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/8301205978560764915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=8301205978560764915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/8301205978560764915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/8301205978560764915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend-09.html' 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href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-lambert-sizzlin-hot.html' title='Mr. Lambert (Sizzlin&apos; HOT!)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-7680815913789718406</id><published>2009-03-11T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:07:05.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_zHjeqQ05o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_zHjeqQ05o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-7680815913789718406?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/7680815913789718406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=7680815913789718406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7680815913789718406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7680815913789718406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/03/adam-lambert.html' title='Adam Lambert'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-4262585692446605592</id><published>2009-03-11T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:06:18.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert ROCKED the stage last night!</title><content type='html'>This guy is what American Idol is all about, way-2-go Adam - You're SIZZLIN' HOT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-4262585692446605592?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/4262585692446605592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=4262585692446605592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4262585692446605592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4262585692446605592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/03/adam-lambert-rocked-stage-last-night.html' title='Adam Lambert ROCKED the stage last night!'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-2678294912995121430</id><published>2009-02-27T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:27:46.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to in the last couple of months...</title><content type='html'>Hi Y'all!  I've not only continued to add to my different blogs, working more on the 70's &amp; 80's video's, but I've dedicated myself to my cafemoms.com groups.  Both are very important to me to keep current and alive, so by all means, please stop by and give any positive feedback when you can...I'd love to hear from you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care &lt;em&gt;(Chow-4-now!),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine &lt;em&gt;(Cheerbear)&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-2678294912995121430?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/2678294912995121430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=2678294912995121430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2678294912995121430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2678294912995121430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-ive-been-up-to-in-last-couple-of.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to in the last couple of months...'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-984590236017122514</id><published>2009-02-21T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:50:06.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Survivors Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/49663ddbe1f1df02/49a005b42389509f/496783c5d0a17bec/c3adc0d7/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-984590236017122514?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/984590236017122514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=984590236017122514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/984590236017122514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/984590236017122514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/02/survivors-club.html' title='The Survivors Club'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-1434389591386468970</id><published>2009-01-31T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:25:26.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my other blog - 70s &amp; 80s Artists Hit Songs!</title><content type='html'>http://70s80shitvideosfroma-z-cheerbear.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to come back and tell me what you liked or disliked about it...suggestions welcomed!!  I'm still working on it and will continue until I'm through to the Z's.  I've only gotten through the C's&lt;em&gt;...it's a lot of work!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1434389591386468970?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1434389591386468970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1434389591386468970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1434389591386468970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1434389591386468970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-my-other-blog-70s-80s-artists.html' title='Check out my other blog - 70s &amp; 80s Artists Hit Songs!'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-3688677437651827872</id><published>2009-01-24T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:23:24.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come check out my personal website:  http://www.cheerbear.webs.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Web Store just added - come check it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a place where anyone interested in selling their nostalgic items from the 70's and 80's can use this as their place of advertisement.  I just ask that you reinburse my paypal account $1 for every item that you post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this works is printed below in two simple steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  Send email to the following url:  CSmithcoach@msn.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with your description or advertisement (with picture of item) along with your contact information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  When I post your item at my store I will need in exchange for advertising at my site $1 deposited into my PayPal account as soon as the item posts.  I will leave you an email when I've  posted your advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S IT - Sound like a great deal...it's absolutely a win-win for both of us!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you in advance for your business and working towards a successful partnership~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-3688677437651827872?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/3688677437651827872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=3688677437651827872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/3688677437651827872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/3688677437651827872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-check-out-my-personal-website.html' title='Come check out my personal website:  http://www.cheerbear.webs.com'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-2537897166930574880</id><published>2009-01-17T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:44:37.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my site at Shelfari.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;http://www.shelfari.com/cheerbearsbooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a post of what you're reading and/or recommendations and I'll get back with you just as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Thank you much and "Happy Reading"~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-2537897166930574880?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/2537897166930574880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=2537897166930574880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2537897166930574880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2537897166930574880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-my-site-at-shelfaricom.html' title='Check out my site at Shelfari.com'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-2506742789296422831</id><published>2009-01-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:54:54.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>70's Music Radio Station (Live365)</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widget.live365.com/widget/js/widget.js" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;object id="live365Player" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,124,0" width="200" height="330" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#888888" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.live365.com/widget/widget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="Widget_Server=widget.live365.com/widget/&amp;Target_Server=www.live365.com&amp;Image_Server=directory.live365.com&amp;p=cheerbear1970&amp;stationBroadcaster=trunksu97&amp;mainColor=0xffff00&amp;startPage=3&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;style=1&amp;hasPurchase=1&amp;transparent=0&amp;bgPic=http://&amp;codeType=0" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed name="live365Player" src="http://widget.live365.com/widget/widget.swf"  FlashVars="Widget_Server=widget.live365.com/widget/&amp;Target_Server=www.live365.com&amp;Image_Server=directory.live365.com&amp;p=cheerbear1970&amp;stationBroadcaster=trunksu97&amp;mainColor=0xffff00&amp;startPage=3&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;style=1&amp;hasPurchase=1&amp;transparent=0&amp;bgPic=http://&amp;codeType=0" quality="high" width="200" height="330" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" bgcolor="#888888"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-2506742789296422831?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/2506742789296422831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=2506742789296422831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2506742789296422831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2506742789296422831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2009/01/70s-music-radio-station-live365.html' title='70&apos;s Music Radio Station (Live365)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-6174169129164049284</id><published>2008-12-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:00:06.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project on way...</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning a project that's been an idea now for about 5 years or more, but I'm so ready to start it even though there is much going on in my life at the moment.  I'm extremely excited about it and hope you'll come back in a few months to check it out!!  It has to do with Cheerleading and that's the only clue you'll get for now.  Hope to see you back here after the New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Holidays!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chow-4-now, Cheerbear ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-6174169129164049284?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/6174169129164049284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=6174169129164049284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/6174169129164049284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/6174169129164049284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/12/project-on-way.html' title='Project on way...'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-3081591074203529898</id><published>2008-09-06T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:32:06.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70's Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/SE2bhHuDIsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d-PTKPypxzM/s200/Kyle_and_Emmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209991337247711938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest (17 years) son, Kyle, has recently lost his (first) love of the last three-year (on and off again) relationship and has dealt with issues of abandonment/depression from my parents when he was just seven as well.  Also, he has had to endure verbal/mental abuse from his alcoholic father all-the-while growing up.  I did separate from my husband back in '98 for nearly a year because of the abuse, but due to his effort to get help I reconciled.  However, he slipped back into routine less than a year later and because of other unhealthy circumstances (poor health/medical issues/death of grandparents) caused me to stay in the relationship - and I have been dedicated since.  Not to say, their father is not a loving dad - I will say he will go over and beyond to make sure that the kids are taken care of financially.  When he's not under the influence he's an extremely loving and thoughtful person with a kind heart - I truly mean this, but because of what he endured as a child and beyond has left him paralyzed with fear and guilt; he then feeds his pain with what he's conditioned himself with for many many years and the alcohol consumes him entirely and therefore leads us to Kyles pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what Kyle wrote to his father only a few days ago... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(His dad is extremely poetic and has also used this type of genre to release his feelings)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love in this family is so f*cked up,&lt;br /&gt;If you feel pain, you gotta get it sucked up.&lt;br /&gt;You said I haven't loved you for about 5 years,&lt;br /&gt;Well how the f*ck can I, you only care for your beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stayed sober for awhile before,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it was only until you opened the shop door.&lt;br /&gt;You drink every night to cover your own depression,&lt;br /&gt;While I try to come up with ways to show my affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what I'm told,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to scold.&lt;br /&gt;Ya I f*ck up,&lt;br /&gt;But that sh*t's so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink casually to relax with my friends,&lt;br /&gt;You drink by yourself and it never ever ends.&lt;br /&gt;When you drink like that, you're a whole different person,&lt;br /&gt;You try to bring everyone down to your f*cked up version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sneak out,&lt;br /&gt;But I aint done nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So what if me and my friends rip a couple hits off the bong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to just let me go,&lt;br /&gt;That's something hard for you, I know.&lt;br /&gt;"You're the kid I'm the adult" is what you love to say,&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and think like that while you drink by yourself all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to push me away,&lt;br /&gt;Keep doin what you're doin.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it bothers me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I'm persuin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And you know I always will.&lt;br /&gt;Just please stop bringin' me down,&lt;br /&gt;So later in life we can chill~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. This poem comes so close to Father's Day and hits right at the core- please pray that Kyle and his father will begin to mend what has been broken so that their relationship becomes a loving and cherised one.  Also, please keep us all in prayer...our family is all going through some terrible pain and medical issues (especially Kyle, Keith and his father).  For Kyle, Keith and dad - to be able to find comfort and peace and to know that all things shall pass.  To have the desire and will to look at other means of help and support other than the destructing and negative resources that seem to consume them almost on a dialy basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please pray that the other family members will continue to be strong and supportive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/SE2bwsw0XCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QTxkxh7P7q8/s1600-h/family.1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/SE2bwsw0XCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QTxkxh7P7q8/s200/family.1998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209991604889476130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you much and God Bless~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-8730405709841809328?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Our souls now reenter ordinary time. Today is Epiphany in the Christian calendar and celebrates two events in the life of Jesus. First, is the arrival of the Three Wise Men with their gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh at the manger in Bethlehem. Second, occurring thirty years later is the Baptism of Jesus in the River Jordan and the beginning the Christ Deed on Earth. In the Soul’s Calendar, January 6 is the day of new inner awakening. Your soul has been in a mystical sleep for the Twelve Holy Nights and it now awakes with the dawning of new wisdom. This new wisdom brings you three precious gifts – new clarity in your thought life, new harmony in your feeling life, and new strength in your will life. Your soul returns to ordinary time - renewed, reborn, and ready to participate in the New Year..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a post from a gal who felt extremely moved by the "Twelve Holy Nights" by Lynn Gericho (as we all did that read her blogh)and wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Epiphany~ &lt;br /&gt;A Cherokee Lesson: Two wolves &lt;br /&gt;An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One is evil -- he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other is good -- he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This same fight is going on inside you -- and inside every other person, too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which wolf will win?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is someone in your heart and mind who needs &lt;br /&gt;healing or help of any kind, think of this dear one &lt;br /&gt;now as you meditate on the following ideas: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I surround you with thoughts of love.&lt;br /&gt;· I see you strong, because God is your strength.&lt;br /&gt;· I see you whole, because God is the life of your body.&lt;br /&gt;· I see you unafraid, because God fills you with faith&lt;br /&gt;and courage.&lt;br /&gt;· I see you free from doubt and discouragement, serene and&lt;br /&gt;steady, because the light of Spirit glows within you.&lt;br /&gt;· I see you invincible, unconquerable, because you are first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;spiritual being, a child of the Most High.&lt;br /&gt;· I see you as God sees you.&lt;br /&gt;· I know that the healing power of God is mightily active in&lt;br /&gt;you. &lt;br /&gt;· Every time I think of you, I give thanks that God’s perfect&lt;br /&gt;work is being done in you, for you, and through you, as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make It a Great 2008!&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,Dee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following is my own response to "The Closing Note":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by: Dee on Sun, 1/6 07:44 AM EST&lt;br /&gt;I too have copied all twelve nights and will revisit on occasion due to the spiritual cleansing I received through reading each polarity. There is an extreme richness to life when we engage our minds to expanding our thoughts to all that surround us and to Lynn and the others, I thank you for this. I appreciate reading your thoughts and philosophies to living life. Take care and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~ &lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Sun, 1/6 10:30 AM EST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-7780214890379427691?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/7780214890379427691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=7780214890379427691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7780214890379427691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7780214890379427691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/epiphany-january-6-closing-note-holy.html' title='A Closing Note (Epiphany...in regards to Inner Celebration from Lynn Gericho)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-2764616646260086017</id><published>2008-01-08T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:04:24.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelfth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>A Personal Practice of Reflection and Renewal&lt;br /&gt;for Individuals of All Faiths and Traditions&lt;br /&gt;During the Twelve Holy Nights of the Year&lt;br /&gt;December 25 til January 6 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Twelfth Holy Night - January 5 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certainty and Doubt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here we are at the last of the Twelve Holy Nights. Tomorrow I will send a message about Epiphany, but for now we must look to another polarity.&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen Certainty and Doubt as the closing couple. How do we marry Certainty and Doubt in our souls? For me these two are hopelessly and wonderfully intertwined in my soul. &lt;br /&gt;Certainty comforts me. It tells me I am experiencing what is true. True for me in the moment. &lt;br /&gt;Moment is my favorite measure of time. A moment can be indefinably brief or it can take forever depending on the thought, feeling or action that occupies it. &lt;br /&gt;So Certainty is a feeling found in moments filled with truth, confidence and elegance. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am wary of lasting Certainty and it’s comfort. Lasting Certainty seductively asks me to fly high like Icarus, forgetting that my wings are held together with wax and that the sun is hot. Let Certainty be momentary … and tempered by wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;Wisdom in her wariness will ask questions of Certainty: How close can I fly to the sun before melting? Do I need a parachute? She knows the dangers of lasting Certainty. Answer her questions.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt challenges me. It tells me that my reality, spiritual or earthly, is complex and fluid. Doubt gives me choices: I can float or drown. Yes, Doubt is watery..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very certain that without these enlightening polarities of inner celebration my reflections of life would no doubt be different and I would not have reflected in the spiritual ways that they lead me. Lynn, I thank you and all who shared during this time of blessing - what a warm and pleasant way to begin the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all be blessed with a new outlook to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~ &lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Sat, 1/5 11:44 AM EST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-2764616646260086017?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/2764616646260086017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=2764616646260086017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2764616646260086017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2764616646260086017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/twelfth-day-of-inner-celebration.html' title='Twelfth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-1569520368611641420</id><published>2008-01-08T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:57:49.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleventh Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>A Personal Practice of Reflection and Renewal&lt;br /&gt;for Individuals of All Faiths and Traditions&lt;br /&gt;During the Twelve Holy Nights of the Year&lt;br /&gt;December 25 til January 6 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Eleventh Holy Night - January 4 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passion and Compassion &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Passion and Compassion is tonight’s polarity. They are another polarity that relates to the heart. &lt;br /&gt;I want a heart that is both passionate and compassionate. Passion and compassion have to do with joy and suffering in earthly and spiritual realms. To feel one and not the other would lead to a very lopsided life. &lt;br /&gt;Passion arises in the earthly, selfish heart wanting heavenly joy through earthly experience. It is the feeling of intense enthusiasm, demanding hunger, or painful longing.&lt;br /&gt;Passion fills our souls with self-interest and drives us to self-fulfillment and self-satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;Passion’s selfishness is necessary. It is a joyful expression of individuality. Sadly, passion can become inflamed, obsessive and never be satisfied. Uncontrolled passion brings suffering to the soul. Passion lives in a balanced metamorphosis between the force of arousal and the release through satisfaction. Passion can flame out in unrelieved arousal or die stillborn in apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to find our passions and to know them well. We can share the ideas that are shaped by our passions and we can engage others in the deeds that fulfill our passions. &lt;br /&gt;However, as an emotional feeling, our passions are a solitary experience. We feel only with ourselves..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My response:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For me, this night of inner celebration couldn't of come at a more divine time...my grandma has been in ICU for the last several days due to complications of a failing heart. She is 89 years young, full of life and love. I invite you to share in the passion between a granddaughter and her admiration for her extraordinary grandmother in hopes that your compassion for life and love within your own relationships be restored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Is This Woman I Dearly Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming to America, that was their plan,&lt;br /&gt;A new life together, leaving their past in Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came with ideas, big dreams and goals,&lt;br /&gt;To settle down in Minnesota, why—who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born to a gentleman, strong, quiet and handy,&lt;br /&gt;But because of the Depression, times were tough—money scanty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was pretty and adjusted just fine,&lt;br /&gt;To having six kids, always giving of her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With father at work five days a week then weekends gone fishin’,&lt;br /&gt;Mother was at home cleaning up and preparing meals in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born last, she was the second girl to four boys,&lt;br /&gt;Although all were loved, she was the baby—their pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what her childhood home was like,&lt;br /&gt;She answered, “Grey in color, big yard with a well-pump and fence on all sides.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddened my heart to hear of their deaths,&lt;br /&gt;First her sister so young, then a brother four years later, age twenty—God bless~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents and family moved on best they could,&lt;br /&gt;They leaned on each other like loving families should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long after violence broke out causing WWII,&lt;br /&gt;Her mother very sick from the influenza flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father died of old age not too soon after,&lt;br /&gt;Then did go Mama, possibly of “broken-heart” failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the kids stayed in touch with one another,&lt;br /&gt;Some went alone and some went on together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some headed out west, others went to the east,&lt;br /&gt;But she’s the only one living now, the others deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many still left who branched off from her clan,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget those families back in Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncles, aunts, cousins abroad,&lt;br /&gt;But the only one I know is her only child—seems odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her immediate family now gone he makes time to call,&lt;br /&gt;I too, come to see her; she’s part of me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without her stories and unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;I would have missed out on knowing her family—those now above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I are “alike in so many ways”,&lt;br /&gt;She tells me this often on our special days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my joy to read and interest to write,&lt;br /&gt;She an editor during high school and wrote for the city of Duluth at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents also creative and witty,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nummelin performed in theater; Father Heino having had his own business as a tailor within the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not all we have in common—it’s true,&lt;br /&gt;Our love for nature and animals shines through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this woman I dearly love so much,&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed she’s my grandma—you’ve got the riddle touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Leila Helmi Heino, born March 30, 1918,&lt;br /&gt;Forever, with all my love—your granddaughter, Christine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Fri, 1/4 09:10 AM EST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1569520368611641420?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1569520368611641420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1569520368611641420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1569520368611641420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1569520368611641420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/eleventh-day-of-inner-celebration_08.html' title='Eleventh Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-7553889586177838453</id><published>2008-01-03T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T07:49:03.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Leading and Following &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tonight we go ballroom dancing. The dance floor is our soul. The music is our destiny. The dance floor is filled with couples - all the polarities we have been working with."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to sway back and forth with leading and following, but not yet in "tune" with my polarities to be at a graceful swing, although I'm extremely grateful to be learning about them and their differences and will make the best to expand in my thoughts to becoming a more patient and creative thinker and doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again Lynn and all for your diverse and thoughtful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Thu, 1/3 08:04 AM EST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-7553889586177838453?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/7553889586177838453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=7553889586177838453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7553889586177838453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7553889586177838453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/tenth-day-of-inner-celebration.html' title='Tenth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-4586213573622013540</id><published>2008-01-02T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:09:43.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/cheerbear101" title="Meez 3D avatars and free games."&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.meez.com/user05/03/04/04/030404_10037498166.gif" alt="Meez 3D avatar avatars games"  border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-4586213573622013540?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/4586213573622013540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=4586213573622013540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4586213573622013540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4586213573622013540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/meez-3d-avatars-and-free-games.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-8331959301685585067</id><published>2008-01-02T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:45:18.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>Greetings Lynn and All~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reflection from these two guiding words, "order" and "chaos" would be the two words I know "clearly".  Unfortunately I was a victim to much abuse growing up...verbal, sexual, emotional, and mental, etc (you name it, I define it).  However, being of optimism and hope I survived.  For me, order and chaos became habit, a serenity haven if you will.  It took years of soul searching, self-reflection, and growth to escape these hardened, dysfunctional areas.  But as Lynn describes these two as being apart of "maintaining organization and boundaries", I can now proudly reflect the peace and balance they have in my spiritual and earthly being.  However, their will always be up and downs but having had the opportunity and experiences from the past to reflect upon, I know that I will continue to see positive enlightenment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you abundantly Lynn for opening our souls and empowering us to think and thirst for not only our own visions, but also the connection with others as we dive into learning and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-8331959301685585067?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/8331959301685585067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=8331959301685585067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/8331959301685585067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/8331959301685585067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/ninth-day-of-inner-celebration.html' title='Ninth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-2047412078953294723</id><published>2008-01-02T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:39:59.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eigth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>In reflection to gathering and spreading...to bring closure from 2007, I would say that overall last year was a pivotal time for me, great achievements in the area of my career and providing a better future for my family. However, I look forward to 2008 and spreading a more "intimate" and "selfless" spirit. I plan to work towards a greater patience and listening with an open heart. For when we listen, we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Osteen (Author of "Your Best Life Now") sums it up well..."Change your mind; expand your world - To live your best life now, you must begin looking at life through eyes of faith, visualizing the life you want to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and may you be blessed with new beginnings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~ &lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Tue, 1/1 12:14 PM EST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-2047412078953294723?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/2047412078953294723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=2047412078953294723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2047412078953294723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2047412078953294723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/eigth-day-of-inner-celebration.html' title='Eigth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-7920759513447678644</id><published>2008-01-02T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:38:03.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventh Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>My reflection of this past year brings to mind accomplishments that I once only dreamed about, but thanks to believing in myself and staying optimistic, I prevailed! As I anticipate the future, I know without a doubt that I will indeed grow much fonder of who I am and accomplish much more of my dreams. The positive energy that comes from staying connected with those who have the same persistance and love for life has enriched my soul and for this, I am forever blessed. Thank you for being apart of this spiritual strength and God Bless~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years to you and your families as we continue our path to our inner celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Mon, 12/31 03:09 PM EST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Christine&lt;br /&gt;I love reading all your comments.... You&lt;br /&gt;inspire me to stay TRUE to myself... Let's &lt;br /&gt;"enjoy the journey!!! STAY OPTIMISTIC&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time on a blog...&lt;br /&gt;Lynn Merci Gracias Grazie Danke Thank You&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Nancy &lt;br /&gt;posted by: Nancy on Mon, 12/31 04:58 PM EST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-7920759513447678644?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/7920759513447678644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=7920759513447678644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7920759513447678644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7920759513447678644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/seventh-day-of-inner-celebration.html' title='Seventh Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-1211316983479654078</id><published>2008-01-02T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:15:03.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>I would definitely have to say my body reflects a warming spirit rather than a cooling one due to my friendly nature and need to please. Although being apart of this inner celebration I'm beginning to realize that it's beneficial for our spirit to have balance and moderation of both polarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again Lynn for awakening my soul and quenching my thirst to dig deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~ &lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Sun, 12/30 09:27 AM EST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1211316983479654078?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1211316983479654078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1211316983479654078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1211316983479654078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1211316983479654078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/sixth-day-of-inner-celebration.html' title='Sixth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-1194986817987474079</id><published>2008-01-02T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:19:12.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>"To live our earthly lives we need lawfulness. To give meaning to our earthly lives we need freedom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for me to imagine or have an absolute perception of my desires listed like a "Things to Do List". I like to embrace each day as it comes, for me; too many tomorrows have turned bleak and unfulfilled. Not that I don’t have dreams or inspirations, because without these, life would seem dull, but living each day to the fullest gives me the power to see things in a realistic way – fulfillment and joy within the moments of the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is an area I will have to give more thought...an area that I will definitely explore during these Twelve Holy Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the wisdom that leads us to our inner celebration and value each and every person’s thoughts as we share allowing the freedom to be the unique and special individuals we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~ &lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Sat, 12/29 11:42 AM EST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1194986817987474079?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1194986817987474079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1194986817987474079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1194986817987474079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1194986817987474079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/fifth-day-of-inner-celebration-time-for.html' title='Fifth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-7631532284106000503</id><published>2008-01-02T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:17:16.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>"Each human being needs to find the right proportions, the beautiful horizons, of their souls and their lifetimes as they dwell in the vertical between spirit and matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely thankful for Lynn Jericho and her messages within the Twelve Holy Nights.  Without these reflections, my inner spirit and material perceptions would lack wholeness and purity.  This is a section I will definitely explore and focus on more clearly as I move forward in my inner celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again Lynn for allowing us to enrich our souls and see ourselves in an elaborate vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inner Celebration&lt;/strong&gt; (Lynn Gericho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-7631532284106000503?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/7631532284106000503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=7631532284106000503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7631532284106000503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7631532284106000503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/fourth-day-of-inner-celebration.html' title='Fourth Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-1722025644401277867</id><published>2008-01-02T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:20:54.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>"How do you initiate a new thought? How does movement appear in your thinking? Not through prejudice, fantasy or addiction. Through joy? Through enthusiasm? Through suffering? Through love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reflection to these questions, I would have to say I act through my visions, goals, dreams, inspirations...keeping a positive outlook on life keeps me grounded with who I am. Also, my spiritual foundation is MOST IMPORTANT to me and to how I evolve as a person on a daily account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What rhythms in your life support the actions you take?" I'm a person who feeds off routine, and when this rhythm is interrupted it's extremely difficult to get back on beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does an inner command to “Be still” create a sense of safety or danger? What about an inner command to “Get moving”?" I'm learning to be still...I come from a background, which was on over-drive 24-7, and danger was a common ground. To learn to "be still" will definitely be a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Twelve Holy Nights are a time when stillness and movement in your soul marry. Can you feel that union?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility and working towards my vision's in life are a perfect combination...here's to wishing you all a blessed Inner Christmas, together we shall be moved by spirit and one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Thu, 12/27 11:01 AM EST&lt;br /&gt;Inner Celebration (Lynn Gericho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1722025644401277867?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1722025644401277867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1722025644401277867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1722025644401277867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1722025644401277867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/stillness-and-movement-inner.html' title='Third Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-4169520648936074857</id><published>2008-01-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:22:37.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)</title><content type='html'>My thoughts of "desire" and "fulfillment" reign to question...is the desire going to fulfill an emotion, need, power, etc. and/or all the above? For me, I believe the "vision" changes/shifts for all of us at some point in our lives and what really matters is asking ourselves what "need" is it fulfilling and is it going in a positive direction?  For example, is our desire to gain power and if so, will we be a better person because of this? Or, is the desire to fill an empty void in our lives...materialistic need, if so, how long will this fill our empty void and how long before we desire something else to fill our "materialistic" need. What is it that makes us feel this void...this is what we need to ask ourselves and understand about "who we are". What is it that makes us crave fulfillment and in what areas of "who we are" as a person do we feel need for the desires?? When it comes to materialistic needs, it's a no brainier..."If I lived without it yesterday, I can surely live without it today and tomorrow." However, when it comes to the emotional and self-reflecting need's, that's when the question's become bleak. I'm thrilled to be apart of the Inner Christmas Celebration...thank you all for sharing and being apart of something so divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with family and friends is what the holidays' are all about and our time together was as always, blessed with joy, love, and peace. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas with your family and friends...here's wishing you and yours a very Happy New Year and well wishes throughout the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp; God Bless~ &lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Wed, 12/26 09:40 AM EST&lt;br /&gt;Inner Christmas Blog (Lynn Gericho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-4169520648936074857?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/4169520648936074857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=4169520648936074857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4169520648936074857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4169520648936074857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2008/01/personal-practice-of-reflection.html' title='Second Day of Inner Celebration (Continued reflection)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-5134616573303113137</id><published>2008-01-02T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:25:52.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Christmas Celebration (Self-reflection and discovery about ME!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Personal Practice of Reflection and Renewal&lt;br /&gt;for Individuals of All Faiths and Traditions&lt;br /&gt;During the Twelve Holy Nights of the Year&lt;br /&gt;December 25 til January 6&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude and Intimacy are both one of the same to me...I enjoy being alone with my thoughts, dreams, and self-discovery. The experiences I faced while growing up has had a lot to do with "who I am today" and I feel I'm a better person because of them (the good, bad, and the ugly). I try to look at the positive side to all things and hopefully with doing so I can continue to be enriched in joy, love, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless~ &lt;br /&gt;posted by: Christine on Tue, 12/25 06:20 AM EST&lt;br /&gt;Inner Christmas Blog (Lynn Gericho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-5134616573303113137?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/5134616573303113137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=5134616573303113137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/5134616573303113137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-4648030462367539494</id><published>2007-11-26T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T06:05:14.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;I couldn't be more proud of my kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is going to be 17 already on Wednesday, November 28.  It seems just yesterday he was carrying around his sesame street figures (Grover was his favorite) and singing away.  Kyle was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt; child, but I can't say I don't blame him.  There is so much to see and do and touch when you're a child.  His Dad and I didn't help matters much when he was younger...we gave in way too easy.  Maybe it was because he was our first child (I'm sure that's it!) and we didn't realize what a MONSTER we were creating...but he was so darn cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, overall Kyle has grown up into a WONDERFUL young man and both his Dad and I couldn't be prouder of all his accomplishments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Successful...enjoys writing poetry~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Athletically Couragous..."Daredevil" on a board~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Talentally Humerous...to where your sides ache~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;And so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaylee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is our "Sweetheart"...she turned 15 this past August.  She grew up on Winnie-the-pooh and frolicing with her brother.  She followed Kyle everywhere!  I especially enjoyed watching them play house together with the backyard funiture and seeing Kyle give his sister rides in his tractor wagon...it was adorable!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;She enjoyed dress-up and wearing Mom and Dad's shoes...she still likes to dress-up every now and then, but teenage outfits of course is her "fancy" nowdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Like all teenagers, Kaylee loves to talk on the phone with her girlfriends...she never strays too far from her cell phone.  She also enjoys babysitting the girls in our neighborhood (kaitlyn and Danielle).,,she takes good care of them and they seem to enjoy Kaylee a lot too!  However, her real joy these days is hanging out with her boyfriend, Dillion (aka: "Dill-Pickle").  They seem to have a great time spending time together watching movies, chatting on the phone, tagging eachother on myspace, and just enjoying each others time.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It has been a joy watching Kaylee grow up into such a beautiful young lady, from the inside out!  She will "forever" be "Our Princess". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Last but not least...there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keifer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  Talk about totally opposite of the other two.  When he was an infant, you barely knew he was alive...totally quite and content staring at all that surrounded him.  I always thought there was something not quite right with him mentally, but doctors' would tell me otherwise...until recently he was diagnosed with AS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Keith has always had learning disabilities along with speech difficulties, but nothing too serious.  He's had some great support during his early preschooling and then also in second and third grade...the teachers' worked well with him and his success increased full-tilt!  However, there were times during his elementary that weren't nearly as successful...teachers that were new and/or didn't have much special educational training, which Keith suffered tremendously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Now, a teenager, Keith enjoys playing internet games and is learning to skateboard like his big brother.  He is very good with his hands...has always enjoyed taking apart things to see how they work and then putting them back together.  He'll draw occasionally and watch a movie now and then, but his joy right now is having friends and being liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I love each one of you unconditionally and will always be there for you no matter what - you're my &lt;strong&gt;"ANGELS".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love You BUNCHES,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM (Muah!!) &lt;/strong&gt;&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/3060321468715086103-4648030462367539494?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/4648030462367539494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=4648030462367539494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4648030462367539494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4648030462367539494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/11/kids.html' title='Kids...'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-8304928246668210356</id><published>2007-11-25T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:19:36.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Christmas Poem (God Bless America~)</title><content type='html'>The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,&lt;br /&gt;I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.&lt;br /&gt;My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,&lt;br /&gt;Transforming the yard to a winter delight.&lt;br /&gt;The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,&lt;br /&gt;Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,&lt;br /&gt;Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.&lt;br /&gt;In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,&lt;br /&gt;So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,&lt;br /&gt;But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,&lt;br /&gt;Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,&lt;br /&gt;And I crept to the door just to see who was near.&lt;br /&gt;Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,&lt;br /&gt;A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,&lt;br /&gt;Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,&lt;br /&gt;"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!&lt;br /&gt;"Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...&lt;br /&gt;To the window that danced with a warm fire's light&lt;br /&gt;Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,&lt;br /&gt;That separates you from the darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;No one had to ask or beg or implore me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"&lt;br /&gt;Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."&lt;br /&gt;My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',&lt;br /&gt;And now it is my turn and so, here I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've not seen my own son in more than a while,&lt;br /&gt;But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile."&lt;br /&gt;Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,&lt;br /&gt;The red, white, and blue... an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can live through the cold and the being alone,&lt;br /&gt;Away from my family, my house and my home.&lt;br /&gt;I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can carry the weight of killing another,&lt;br /&gt;Or lay down my life with my sister and brother...&lt;br /&gt;Who stand at the front against any and all,&lt;br /&gt;To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,&lt;br /&gt;Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."&lt;br /&gt;"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,&lt;br /&gt;"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems all too little for all that you've done,&lt;br /&gt;For being away from your wife and your son."&lt;br /&gt;Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,&lt;br /&gt;To stand your own watch, no matter how long.&lt;br /&gt;For when we come home, either standing or dead,&lt;br /&gt;To know you remember we fought and we bled.&lt;br /&gt;Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,&lt;br /&gt;That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Bless our service men and women, each and every one!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-8304928246668210356?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/8304928246668210356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=8304928246668210356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/8304928246668210356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/8304928246668210356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/11/different-christmas-poem-god-bless.html' title='A Different Christmas Poem (God Bless America~)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-1011826632153828500</id><published>2007-10-26T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:10:29.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical advice (any suggestions welcomed)</title><content type='html'>I feel it's necessary to inform family and friends at this time of a medical condition that seems to be getting more aggressive with time and would like to know any suggestions or comments that would help set my mind at ease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've heard of someone having these same symptoms and/or scenarios and can help point me in the right direction.  I've been to several different doctor's who give me the same advice as the next, but it is only when I'm hospitalized do they seem to be concerned.  After looking up my past admissions they give me the same diagnosis...they hem and they haw, (obviously baffled) and pretty much medicate my nerves for the time being and send me on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was admitted to the hospital was back in the summer of '95.  My neurological functioning flat-lined and I was treated for a stroke.  At the time of admission I was young, fit, and no prior medical problems...so I was treated, medication given to ease the surfacing symptoms and then I was sent on my way.  I never had anything come up until almost eight years later.  Again, neurological symptoms flat-lined and I was admitted to ER, medication administered for stroke-like symptoms, doctor's asked questions, treatment followed, medicated for surfacing symptoms (anxiety), and sent on my way.  Symptoms flared a couple of years after that and the same procedures followed.  However, each time I've been hospitalized it leaves my nervous system scarred whereas I notice I now stutter at times and have trouble with memory functions (remember things, forgetting one thing to the next within seconds, etc.).  I've also noticed that these times of flare-ups are increasing between intervals.  Also, I was diagnosed with asthma four years ago which I've since learned due to my hesitance to go to the doctor about my breathing problems when they first surfaced has caused more damage in the long run.  As I'm nearing forty, it scares me to think where I'll be at ten years from now, any suggestions (acupuncture, natural remedies, herbs, etc.)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1011826632153828500?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1011826632153828500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1011826632153828500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1011826632153828500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1011826632153828500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/10/medical-advice-any-suggestions-welcomed.html' title='Medical advice (any suggestions welcomed)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-7806852836529404317</id><published>2007-10-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T07:18:14.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dance (This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital)</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift.... thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-7806852836529404317?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/7806852836529404317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=7806852836529404317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7806852836529404317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/7806852836529404317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/10/slow-dance-this-poem-was-written-by.html' title='Slow Dance (This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital)'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-2885590230463683564</id><published>2007-10-05T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T05:46:45.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because...</title><content type='html'>Time passes.&lt;br /&gt;Life happens.&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates.&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Love waxes and wanes.&lt;br /&gt;Men don't do what they're supposed to do. &lt;br /&gt;Hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;Parents die.&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues forget favors.&lt;br /&gt;Careers end.&lt;br /&gt;BUT - Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her.   When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end.   Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you, or come in and carry you out.   Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, mothers, grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins and extended family all bless our life.   When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead, nor did we know how much we would need each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, we need each other still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You All~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-2885590230463683564?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/2885590230463683564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=2885590230463683564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/2885590230463683564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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VIDEO'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-6290668688704255746</id><published>2007-09-23T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:07:07.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kid of the 70's</title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW YOU ARE A KID OF THE 70’s WHEN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had that Fisher Price Doctor's Kit with a stethoscope that actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a plastic basket with flowers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learned to skate with actual skates (not roller blades) that had metal wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought Gopher from Love Boat was cute (admit it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had nightmares after watching Fantasy Island .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had rubber boots for rainy days and Moon boots for snowy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owned a "Slip-n-Slide", on which you injured yourself on a sprinkler head more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owned "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Klick&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Klacks&lt;/span&gt;" and smacked yourself in the face more than once (or constantly had bruises on your arms!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had either a "bowl cut" or "pixie", not to mention the "Dorothy Hamill".  People sometimes thought you were a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Holly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hobbie&lt;/span&gt; sleeping bag was your most prized possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore a poncho, gauchos, and knickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begged Santa for the electronic game, Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had the Donnie and Marie dolls with those pink and purple satiny shredded outfits, or the sunshine family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent hours in your backyard on your metal swing set with the trapeze. The swing set tipped over at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had homemade ribbon barrettes in every imaginable color. (Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a pair of Doctor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scholl's&lt;/span&gt; sandals (the ones with hard sole &amp;amp; the buckle). You also had a pair of salt-water sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ingalls&lt;/span&gt; Wilder really bad; you wore that Little House on the Prairie-inspired plaid, ruffle shirt with the high neck in at least one school picture; and you despised Nellie Olson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted your first kiss to be at a roller rink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hairstyle was described as having "wings" or "feathers" and you kept it "pretty" with the comb you kept in your back pocket. When you walked, the "wings" flapped up and down, looked like you were gonna "take off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who Strawberry Shortcake is, as well as her friends, Blueberry Muffin and Huckleberry Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carried a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muppets&lt;/span&gt; lunch box to school and it was metal, not plastic. With the thermos inside some were glass inside and broke the first time you dropped them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your girlfriends would fight over which of the Dukes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hazzard&lt;/span&gt; was your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU had Star Wars action figures, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big event in your household each year when the "Wizard of Oz" would come on TV. Your mom would break out the popcorn and sleeping bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often asked your Magic-8 ball the question: "Who will I marry. Shaun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt;, Leif Garrett, or David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You completely wore out your Grease, Saturday Night Fever, and Fame soundtrack record album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to do lots of arts and crafts, like yarn and Popsicle-stick God's eyes, decoupage, or those weird potholders made on a plastic loom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shrinky&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dinks&lt;/span&gt; and put iron-on kittens on your t-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to tape record songs off the radio by holding your portable tape player up to the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had subscriptions to Dynamite and Tiger Beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learned everything you needed to know about girl issues from Judy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Blume&lt;/span&gt; books. (Are you there God, It's me, Margaret.)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought Olivia Newton John's song "Physical" was about aerobics. (?? its not??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore friendship pins on your tennis shoes, or shoelaces with heart or rainbow designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drowned yourself in Love's Baby Soft - which was the first "real" perfume you ever owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You glopped your lips in Strawberry Roll-on lip-gloss till it almost dripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you too are a kid of the 70's and want to add something to the list&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;be my guest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-6290668688704255746?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/6290668688704255746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=6290668688704255746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/6290668688704255746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/6290668688704255746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/09/kid-of-70s.html' title='A Kid of the 70&apos;s'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-6444275589473336652</id><published>2007-09-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:46:28.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Favorite Quotes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quotes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me they are wonderful things for other people to go on."&lt;br /&gt;--Jean Kerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But, who wants easier?"&lt;br /&gt;--Mary Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The race of humankind would perish did they cease to aid each other."&lt;br /&gt;--Sir Walter Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down."&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learn to wish that everything should come to pass exactly as it does."&lt;br /&gt;--Epictetus, Greek philosopher (c.55 - c.135 C.E.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think about God a lot more than ever, though I used to ask him, 'Help me make a good jump'."&lt;br /&gt;--Evel Knievel, retired stuntman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died."&lt;br /&gt;--Erma Bombeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgetfulness of self is remembrance of God."&lt;br /&gt;--Bayazid Al-Bistami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laughter is by definition healthy."&lt;br /&gt;--Doris Lessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is said that laughter is the best medicine."&lt;br /&gt;--godbreath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything resolves itself in contradiction."&lt;br /&gt;--Soren Kierkegaard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find-at the age of 50, say-that a whole new life has opened before you."&lt;br /&gt;--Agatha Christie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-6444275589473336652?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/6444275589473336652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=6444275589473336652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/6444275589473336652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/6444275589473336652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/09/favorite-quotes.html' title='&quot;Favorite Quotes&quot;'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-3861995168404873313</id><published>2007-09-23T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:17:52.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love doesn't make the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;Love is what makes the ride worthwhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Franklin P. Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Is Life's Greatest Joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is only one happiness in life,&lt;br /&gt;to love and be loved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~George Sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Fill My Life with Joy and Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If anyone ever asked me what part of my life you are...&lt;br /&gt;I would just have to look at them and smile and say,&lt;br /&gt;'The &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;part'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Chris Gallatin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Small Word, One Big Meaning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:&lt;br /&gt;That word is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Sophocles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I love nature, as I love singing birds, and gleaming stubble,&lt;br /&gt;and flowing rivers, and morning and evening, and summer and&lt;br /&gt;winter, I love thee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Henry David Thoreau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Miracle of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never would have guessed in a hundred lifetimes that I'd find&lt;br /&gt;the one person I consider to be my soul mate.  But I found you.&lt;br /&gt;And it's like finding out that miracles really do happen and dreams...really can come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Casey Whilson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is strange that men will talk of miracles, revelations, inspirations, and the like, as things past, while love remains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Henry David Thoreau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless&lt;br /&gt;things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Robert Ingersoll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love with All Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give all to love; obey thy heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Marcus Aurelius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no remedy for love but to love more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Henry David Thoreau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Is Two Becoming One...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the miracle that can take two lives and mold them into one, take two souls and bind them for life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Michele Weber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined for life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~George Eliot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sure that we were born to know each other and to love one another...The feeling which unites us is composed of so many things that it cannot be compared to anything else in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~George Sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Is Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us always love each other more and more as long as life lasts and make each other happier every year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~George Eliot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I give you my hand!&lt;br /&gt;I give you my love more precious than money...&lt;br /&gt;Will you give me yourself?  Will you come travel with me?&lt;br /&gt;Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Walt Whitman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Love Grows Deeper Every Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dedicated to my Love, my EVERYTHING, Jordan Smith)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When I think of us&lt;/strong&gt; -- and of all the things the two of us bring to our relationship -- &lt;em&gt;I am so incredibly thankful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/em&gt;that our two paths converged, and that such a perfect companion was waiting there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/em&gt;that the nicest, sweetest, most wonderful person there could ever be...is here beside me in so many ways.  Warming up even the cloudiest of times, inspiring those &lt;em&gt;'mmm...'&lt;/em&gt; kind of dreams in my days, and giving my hopes a place they love to come home to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/em&gt;that I can open up to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; and share every side of me, every facet of my life and my personality, and that &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are so understanding, so supportive, and so good at making me realize that &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;are willing to accept me for what I am.  That kind of reassurance is priceless to me, and I will treasure that feeling forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/em&gt;that my wishes and my tomorrows and my smiles never seemed as hopeful or as happy or as bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please...&lt;/em&gt;allow me to &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for being my love, my desire, my dream come true, and the very best thing in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Your Wife, Luvie - Christine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Jude Hopkins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-3861995168404873313?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/3861995168404873313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=3861995168404873313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/3861995168404873313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/3861995168404873313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/09/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-3666562460629498677</id><published>2007-09-23T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:32:47.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friendship...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is one of life's most beautiful gifts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Luann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Auciello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Find a Friend Is a Wonderful Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend can guide you, inspire you, comfort you, or light up your life with laughter.  A friend is a gift that brings happiness, and a treasure that money can't buy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Collin McCarty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ometimes&lt;/span&gt; in life,&lt;br /&gt;you find a special friend:&lt;br /&gt;someone who changes your life&lt;br /&gt;by being a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;until you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you believe&lt;br /&gt;that there really is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who convinces you&lt;br /&gt;that there is an unlocked door&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for you to open it.&lt;br /&gt;This is forever friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down,&lt;br /&gt;and the world seems dark and empty,&lt;br /&gt;your forever friend lifts you up in spirit&lt;br /&gt;and makes that dark and empty world&lt;br /&gt;suddenly seem bright and full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your forever friend gets you through&lt;br /&gt;the hard times, the sad times,&lt;br /&gt;and the confused times.&lt;br /&gt;If you turn and walk away,&lt;br /&gt;your forever friend follows.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your way,&lt;br /&gt;your forever friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guides&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;and cheers you on.&lt;br /&gt;Your forever friend holds your hand&lt;br /&gt;and tells you that&lt;br /&gt;everything is going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;And if you find such a friend,&lt;br /&gt;you feel happy and complete,&lt;br /&gt;because you need not worry.&lt;br /&gt;You have a forever friend for life,&lt;br /&gt;and forever has no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Laurieann&lt;/span&gt; Kelly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-3666562460629498677?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/3666562460629498677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=3666562460629498677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/3666562460629498677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/3666562460629498677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-4607608364297131245</id><published>2007-09-22T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:03:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Poetry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where’s My Dear Family Gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Your Loving Daughter Christine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seemed infinite—alone and dark,&lt;br /&gt;Until the day—July 10th, 1970 sparked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laid me down—between my two brothers,&lt;br /&gt;While holding hands and smiling up at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thrilled to have had me at last—so it seemed,&lt;br /&gt;Her little baby girl was now here—she beamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spoiled me rotten—gave me all that they could,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it didn’t matter as they both thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recitals, Girl Scouts—birthday party fun,&lt;br /&gt;My parents were clueless to what had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With them always gone—working five days a week,&lt;br /&gt;It was easy for brother to steal or to sneak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know—how he got the desire,&lt;br /&gt;Was he possibly touched by a secret admire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for a while—mostly at night,&lt;br /&gt;Long after our parents were clear out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he would visit—right after school,&lt;br /&gt;He was six years older—I was his fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to put into words how I felt,&lt;br /&gt;What happened at eight—that was it—fate was dealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My innocence gone—in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;The world opened up—I wished I could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn’t enough—to bare all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Several years later—the rape cut to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conditioned in ways—that psyches only tell,&lt;br /&gt;“Inner strength works miraculously well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve moved on with life—married a man two years older,&lt;br /&gt;My high school sweetheart—the one who let me cry on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s truly my hero—my number one fan,&lt;br /&gt;Supporting me always—lending his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tearful though—for my dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Who must wrestle with blame and guilt—it’s too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t call anymore or write through the mail,&lt;br /&gt;It’s been almost a decade—I guess only time will tell~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for my two older brothers—whom I think of quite often,&lt;br /&gt;The oldest not knowing—that he’s been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart—they think of me too,&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t answer my calls—what more can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to refrain or to keep holding on,&lt;br /&gt;When I know they’re still out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where has my dear family gone?&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/3060321468715086103-4607608364297131245?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/4607608364297131245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=4607608364297131245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4607608364297131245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/4607608364297131245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-poetry_374.html' title='More Poetry...'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-1169386555637488042</id><published>2007-09-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:58:58.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Poetry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Is This Woman I Dearly Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to America, that was their plan,&lt;br /&gt;A new life together, leaving their past in Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came with ideas, big dreams and goals,&lt;br /&gt;To settle down in Minnesota, why—who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born to a gentleman, strong, quiet and handy,&lt;br /&gt;But because of the Depression, times were tough—money scanty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was pretty and adjusted just fine,&lt;br /&gt;To having six kids, always giving of her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With father at work five days a week then weekends gone fishin’,&lt;br /&gt;Mother was at home cleaning up and preparing meals in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born last, she was the second girl to four boys,&lt;br /&gt;Although all were loved, she was the baby—their pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what her childhood home was like,&lt;br /&gt;She answered, “Grey in color, big yard with a well-pump and fence on all sides.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddened my heart to hear of their deaths,&lt;br /&gt;First her sister so young, then a brother four years later, age twenty—God bless~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents and family moved on best they could,&lt;br /&gt;They leaned on each other like loving families should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long after violence broke out causing WWII,&lt;br /&gt;Her mother very sick from the influenza flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father died of old age not too soon after,&lt;br /&gt;Then did go Mama, possibly of “broken-heart” failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the kids stayed in touch with one another,&lt;br /&gt;Some went alone and some went together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some headed out west, others went to the east,&lt;br /&gt;But she’s the only one living now, the others deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many still left who branched off from her clan,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget those families back in Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncles, aunts, cousins abroad,&lt;br /&gt;But the only one I know is her only child—seems odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her immediate family now gone he makes time to call,&lt;br /&gt;I too, come to see her; she’s part of me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without her stories and unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;I would have missed out on knowing her family—those now above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I are “alike in so many ways”,&lt;br /&gt;She tells me this often on our special days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my joy to read and interest to write,&lt;br /&gt;She an editor during high school and wrote for the city of Duluth at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents also creative and witty,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nummelin performed in theater; Father Heino having had his own business as a tailor within the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not all we have in common—it’s true,&lt;br /&gt;Our love for nature and animals shines through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this woman I dearly love so much,&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed she’s my grandma—you’ve got the riddle touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is &lt;strong&gt;Leila Helmi Heino&lt;/strong&gt;, born March 30, 1918,&lt;br /&gt;Forever, with all my love—your grand-daughter, &lt;em&gt;Christine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-1169386555637488042?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/1169386555637488042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=1169386555637488042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1169386555637488042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/1169386555637488042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-poetry_22.html' title='More Poetry...'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-6233963437418226165</id><published>2007-09-22T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:56:13.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Poetry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Beautiful Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By Your Loving Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three beautiful at that,&lt;br /&gt;Two boys and a girl—how they love to chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All born with soft skin and teeny knobby knees,&lt;br /&gt;They’re almost grown-up now—it’s hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest and wisest of our playful pack,&lt;br /&gt;Has gotten quite tall—as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involved in sports since he was a tike,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the outdoors and riding his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big boy takes risks without always thinking it through,&lt;br /&gt;He’s busted some ribs—tore his liver into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as we tell him to stop being so careless,&lt;br /&gt;He does what teens do—he thinks he knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s our daughter—who’s second in line,&lt;br /&gt;Dressed all in pink—most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved to be pampered as little girls do,&lt;br /&gt;Hair up in pigtails—dress and tights with shiny shoes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her talent is buried beneath her fair skin,&lt;br /&gt;It’s called patience and kindness and comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is older—almost fifteen,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never forget—our baby girl queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we delivered our youngest son,&lt;br /&gt;To who was most silent—our quietest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d stare all day long at sister and brother,&lt;br /&gt;Not saying a word—just sitting in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to both our surprise—we’ve come to agree,&lt;br /&gt;He’s a boy full of questions who likes to roam free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start was a slow one—he’s come along way&lt;br /&gt;Been supported by teachers—who saw to his delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure are proud parents—that’s plain to see,&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful children—&lt;strong&gt;our beautiful three~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-6233963437418226165?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/6233963437418226165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=6233963437418226165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/6233963437418226165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/6233963437418226165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-poetry.html' title='More Poetry...'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-8092580754745627094</id><published>2007-09-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:35:48.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>Personal poetry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Hero~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in high school—when he and I first met,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing red shorts and tank—I never will forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking from the weight room—looking mighty-fine,&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;Thinking to myself...Oh, I sure wish he were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me out, on a date—a couple of days later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrilled when he called—thinking back to our brief encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date, to a movie—had been the perfect start,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the beginning of our relationship—he brought joy to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always being supportive—he gives me what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times were tough at home—he was the one who rescued me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are married—things haven’t changed a bit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re still in love as always—he still provides as he once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been many ups and downs—who doesn’t go that route,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a perfect couple—who don’t bicker, whine or pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids are getting older—it’s good for them to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how much he cares for them—the three of them and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m proud of his accomplishments—he’s proven without fail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keeping all his family safe—and kept extremely well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no man in this world—that I would want to rather know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the one I admire—the one I call, &lt;strong&gt;“My Hero.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-8092580754745627094?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/8092580754745627094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060321468715086103&amp;postID=8092580754745627094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/8092580754745627094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060321468715086103/posts/default/8092580754745627094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/2007/09/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Cheerbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342063933822792729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5tNa1uoHqzk/R30E5raMkOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdwwWKFD-ns/S220/Picture+037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060321468715086103.post-8388868201432726295</id><published>2007-09-22T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:17:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY</title><content type='html'>What &lt;strong&gt;"family"&lt;/strong&gt; means to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt; means &lt;strong&gt;"unconditional love"&lt;/strong&gt;, something that due to my own childhood experience, I had to learn through having my "own" family.  My husband of almost 18 years &lt;em&gt;(high school sweetheart would make it 22 years) &lt;/em&gt;has shown me his unconditional love by always being there for me through rain or shine.  Everyone goes through hard times, that's what life is all about &lt;em&gt;(we wouldn't grow in wisdom and maturity if not for learning from our mistakes).  &lt;/em&gt;I feel very blessed to have gone through my later childhood with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Along with my husband (Jordan), we have three AMAZING children (Kyle, Kaylee and Keith). &lt;/strong&gt; Almost all in there teens, they too have shown me what "unconditional love" is.  Being a parent has enriched my life in areas of which were missed in my own childhood.  I was able to live life through them at the same time they were growing up &lt;em&gt;(you could say I was blessed twice)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't leave off my grandma &lt;strong&gt;(Leila Helmi Akola),&lt;/strong&gt; she too has been apart of my life now for the last ten years and has brought much love and harmony where it's been missed for many years growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor can I leave off my In-Laws &lt;strong&gt;(Roger and Kathi Smith)&lt;/strong&gt;, they too have been a VERY BIG part of my life &lt;em&gt;(where my own parents should have been, but due to the dysfunction brought on by their own childhood tragedies and other certain unfortunate family circumstances within our own family growing up, were not)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;em&gt;(last but not least)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;JESUS &lt;/strong&gt;has shown me that no matter what challenges we face, He is always there for us...we just need to be willing to keep an open relationship with Him and listen to when He speaks to us spiritually.  Not having a "father figure" in the last ten years of my life has been very difficult, although fortunately I've learned through the years to lean on the &lt;strong&gt;"Heavenly Father"&lt;/strong&gt; during challenging times and he's proven to being there "every" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the above members in my family, my life is unconditionally complete...&lt;em&gt;(with an exception of my very BEST friend, Karebear  - whom I think of as a sister I never had!)&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you all very much~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs-a-bunch, Christine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060321468715086103-8388868201432726295?l=cheerbear2468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerbear2468.blogspot.com/feeds/8388868201432726295/comments/default' title='Post 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