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            <title>Internships In Support of Career Advancement</title>
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            <description>HIMSS Career Services offers a variety of supporting tools in support of our member&amp;rsquo;s growth in the health IT profession.&amp;nbsp; One of these is our new offering called Health IT Internships on our Career Services website.&amp;nbsp; Health IT internships offer a chance to learn and to discover different elements that may be of interest and may also be a deciding factor on whether you would be satisfied in pursuing a future in health IT.
read more (Source: Healthcare IT News Blog)</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2011 12:38:11 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Your Resume...To Post or Not To Post</title>
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            <description>We are seeing more and more on line opportunities to post our resumes whether it is anonymously or otherwise.&amp;nbsp; Organizations allow us to post our resume and keep it &amp;ldquo;on file&amp;rdquo; but all too often we think to ourselves: &amp;ldquo;will anyone even read this resume or is it going into an abyss?&amp;rdquo;
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            <title>HIMSS Career Services Member Needs</title>
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            <description>Welcome to the first blog for HIMSS Career Services!&amp;nbsp; My name is Helen Figge, Senior Director of Career Services at HIMSS and excited to connect with you. I am a pharmacist by trade but have experience in various aspects of healthcare including teaching, research, grant writing, clinical practice, industrial sales and healthcare practice management.
read more (Source: Healthcare IT News Blog)</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 12:58:11 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Part 1 of 3: An Interview About Vaccines with Helen V. Ratajczak, PhD</title>
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            <description>This study was performed when the rats were sexually mature (110 days old). (See Oser and Oser, 1956.) In contrast, a study on neonatal female rats injected with Polysorbate 80 on days 4-7 after birth showed that the Polysorbate 80 prolonged the estrus cycle, and induced persistent vaginal estrus. The relative weight of the uterus and ovaries was decreased relative to untreated controls. These two studies exemplify the critical windows of time during which individuals are more vulnerable (Dietert and Dietert, 2008; Ratajczak, 2011).
The data suggest Polysorbate 80 could cause reproductive problems in vaccine recipients. Therefore more safety tests are needed prior to use of products containing this product. [CJF emphasis added]
Q. 8. Many folks are turned off of vaccines because...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2011 06:28:15 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Sexual Chemistry and Keeping Your Relationship Alive</title>
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            <description>Our partner, YourTango.com, recently completed a scientific survey of over 20,000 people with their partner sites, MSN&amp;#8217;s lifestyle website Glo.com and Chemistry.com, on sexual chemistry and what keeps a relationship alive and growing.
The effort was overseen by a leading biological anthropologist and relationship expert, Dr. Helen Fisher, who also analyzed the results.
Some of their findings might just surprise you, including the finding that 90 percent of men and women believe that dwindling attraction in a relationship can be rekindled.
Their findings are detailed below.


Did you know? The Truth About Sexual Chemistry (Video)
The New Age Of Relationships: Sex, Love And Attraction In 2011 (An interview with Helen Fisher)
Survey: 90% Of Americans Believe Attraction Can Be Rekindled...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 16:34:38 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>What IS the Cause of Autism Spectrum Disorder?</title>
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            <description>That’s a question haunting millions of parents worldwide with no apparent answer in sight until maybe now, and because of Dr. Helen V. Ratajczak, PhD, and her insightful article recently published in the Journal of Immunotoxicology. Dr. Ratajczak, retired from vaccine research, looked at a ‘universe’ of possible causes and triggers for ASD and, after reading her published paper, “Theoretical aspects of autism: Causes—A review,” I must say there is more to consider than just vaccines, which I’m not ready—nor about—to leave off the hook.
Even though most parents agree that after a vaccination their child became ill, impaired, and not ‘the same’ as before, Ratajczak’s research opens a ‘vista’ of causes that need to be researched, investigated, traced, studied—wha...</description>
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            <title>Is this Helen Hunt picture photoshopped?</title>
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            <description>I received a photo of actress...

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            <pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 08:13:38 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Sleep Overcome Me!</title>
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            <description>I just apprehensively drove to my father’s pharmacy feeling it was best to do what I was about to do face to face instead of on the phone. I needed relief and I needed it today. Friday’s are dad’s slow day with a co-pharmacist on duty. Mom says he sits in his office on the Internet and watching TV. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to ask for help in getting some sleep. The Ambien is just not working any longer and my Klonopin are like taking a placebo. “Dad?” I asked as we walked out into the pharmacy away from the busy counter. “Do you have any thing over the counter I can take for sleep?” “We both know you can’t take Benadryl,” dad replied as we surveyed all our options where the OTC medications are kept. “You’ve have addiction issues with it in the past. ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 16:03:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>A Lazy Afternoon in the South…</title>
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            <description>I was just standing in mom and dad’s kitchen as Helen cooked supper.&amp;nbsp; We finally had something fried this evening much to my elation.&amp;nbsp; Helen was cooking English peas with carrots, fried Swiss steak, baked potatoes, fruit salad, and biscuits.&amp;nbsp; Dad had just arrived home and changed clothes into his pajamas. “Mr. John?&amp;nbsp; Are you going to bed?” Helen asked as dad passed through the kitchen to survey Helen’s meal. Dad laughed. “I am going out on the porch to read for awhile until supper is ready. I am just getting ready to relax.” Dad and I don’t say much to each other these days. We just chose to disagree about the course I am taking with my life. Dad worries about my retirement and disability ending in May. I finally got him to go online to read all the guidel...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 22:23:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen Friday’s…</title>
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            <description>Mom just stopped by with Helen’s meal today.&amp;nbsp; This afternoon, she cooked turnip greens, Brussels sprouts, sweet potato patties, baked chicken and cornbread.&amp;nbsp; I am going to eat and then head to bed – my Ambien and Klonopin already hitting hard.&amp;nbsp; (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <title>Helen Gurley Brown on Bad Girls</title>
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            <description>Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.
–Helen Gurley Brown
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Helen Gurley Brown on Bad Girls (Source: Breastfeeding 1-2-3)</description>
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            <title>The Daily Show With Jon Stewart From Last Night: Videos That Crack Us Up</title>
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            <description>In case you missed last night&amp;#8217;s episode of The Daily Show With Jon Stewart on Comedy Central, here&amp;#8217;s a clip from the beginning. We were going to comment on correspondent Helen Thomas and her recent controversial comments about Israel, but instead we thought we&amp;#8217;d leave the commenting to the reigning champion of political humor.

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The Daily Show With Jon Stewart From Last Night: Videos That Crack Us Up (Source: Breastfeeding 1-2-3)</description>
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            <title>Enter The Helen…</title>
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            <description>Helen just called me.&amp;nbsp; I was busy hanging curtains in my bedroom to make the room dark for Maggie to sleep during the day.&amp;nbsp; “What do you want for supper, baby?” Helen asked. “Your daddy didn’t leave me a list today.” I thought for a long second.&amp;nbsp; I have been craving a spaghetti supper, but dad’s words that Helen doesn’t cook well with recipes was in the back of my mind. “Helen?&amp;nbsp; Do you ever cook spaghetti?” I asked. “Sure sweetheart,” she said. “My son loves my spaghetti.” “Cook that, some toasted garlic French bread, and a Caesar salad.” “That sounds good!” Helen exclaimed as she then told me she was heading to the grocery store. I haven’t done much today.&amp;nbsp; I got up at four as is my usual custom and listened to the tail end of C...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 15:53:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Midday Report…</title>
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            <description>Those Dastardly Telemarketers… “You’ve got to help me with these telemarketers,” mom just said a moment ago on the phone. “I can’t sleep for the phone ringing.&amp;nbsp; I’ve gotten where I don’t even answer the phone.” “I’ll put you on the National Do Not Call Registry,” I replied. “I can do it over the internet.” “Really?” mom asked excitedly. “It is that easy?” “It will take me two minutes tops to do it, but it may take a few days to go through.” You could hear mom sigh with relief.&amp;nbsp; “They are driving me crazy!” “Oh mom,” I then said. “Put some super glue in your car for when you bring Helen’s meal.” “What for?” “I think I can fix my subwoofer. That will save $250 dollars.” Mom told me to hold on a second as she rummaged thr...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 17:08:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Yum! Yum!</title>
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            <description>“Pull up a seat, baby, and eat a sandwich!” Helen said very happily at lunch today. She had made her chicken salad for mom’s lunch – one of my favorite sandwich salads she makes.&amp;nbsp; I watched as she stood at the sink and sliced a tomato for my sandwiches.&amp;nbsp; Mom was sitting across from me at the table eating some potato chips.&amp;nbsp; She had finished her sandwiches Helen had made for her.&amp;nbsp; “Your father called doctor K. to get me something to take to calm me down,” mom said blithely. “And???” I asked. “I’ve slept all day.&amp;nbsp; I am just dreading Mexican Tuesday’s with Mrs. Sandra.” Now this was back to normal.&amp;nbsp; It is normal for mom to dread activities and to not be constantly driving around running errands and spending money.&amp;nbsp; She was so hyper ye...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 20:09:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>7 Ways to Overcome Disappointment</title>
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            <description>&amp;#8220;We would never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world,&amp;#8221; wrote Helen Keller. 
How I wish she were wrong. Disappointments leave us with the unpleasant task of squashing, crushing, and pinching lemons to extract any and all juice. Here, then, are a few of my techniques to turn sour into sweet, to try my best to overcome disappointment.
1. Throw away the evidence
Albert Einstein failed his college entrance exam. Walt Disney was fired from his first media job. Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team. Get it?
2. Stay in the mud
&amp;#8220;The lotus flower blooms most beautifully from the deepest and thickest mud,&amp;#8221; says a Buddhist proverb, just in case you thought all crap was bad.

3. Make a pearl
Allow your disappointment to form a p...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 10:06:33 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen Friday…</title>
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            <description>I really missed Helen’s meal last Friday when mom and dad were in Washington D.C.&amp;#160; Today, Helen cooked just what I asked dad for her to cook.&amp;#160; Fried chicken, creamed potatoes, butterbeans, and biscuits.&amp;#160; Not pictured is a bowl of fresh carrot salad which Maggie can’t have because it has raisins in it.&amp;#160; (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <title>My Thoughts at the End of the Blogging Day…</title>
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            <description>A Very Busy Day… Breakfast this morning was awesome.&amp;#160; Mrs. Florene cooked scrambled eggs, sausage, cheese grits, and biscuits.&amp;#160; I ate two plates despite my trepidations with my bulimia.&amp;#160; I especially enjoyed Mrs. Florene’s creamy and rich grits.&amp;#160; She cooked them to perfection. “Baby?” Mrs. Florene asked me after our meal. “Will you take me to the grocery store?” I sat in the car and smoked while Mrs. Florene shopped at the Piggly Wiggly.&amp;#160; She said I reminded her of George doing the same thing. Noon found me sitting in an AA meeting in Lagrange.&amp;#160; Nothing notable happened except I shared.&amp;#160; It was a once in a blue moon occurrence for me.&amp;#160; I talked about wanting my parents to trust me more now that I am sober and going to AA.  “Your parents...</description>
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            <title>Helen Friday…</title>
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            <description>Helen cooks much the same things every week, but I love it.&amp;nbsp; It is comforting.&amp;nbsp; Today, we had fried pork cutlet, yellow saffron rice, butterbeans, baked sweet potato, green salad with ranch dressing, and cornbread.&amp;nbsp; I don’t care for the yellow rice so Maggie got that.&amp;nbsp; Everything else was delicious! (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <title>Breakfast with Mom…</title>
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            <description>“Come and get your cokes!” mom exclaimed over the phone this morning. “Woo Hoo!” I replied excitedly!&amp;nbsp; I was surprised she was up so early. For years, mom put my cokes out at night and I drove over to get them very early in the morning often at 4am or 5am.&amp;nbsp; This changed a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I was sleeping most of the night and mom started to put them out in the day.&amp;nbsp; I told mom to let Helen do it, but she insists on doing it herself. Helen was cooking breakfast this morning when I arrived. “You’re just in time to eat,” Helen told me. Mom was putting on her makeup in the bathroom and soon walked out to greet me.&amp;nbsp; We sat and ate pancakes and sausage.&amp;nbsp; I wish mom would realize how lucky she is to have these meals.&amp;nbsp; I am lucky to get them two days ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 14:09:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>My Thoughts for the Day…</title>
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            <description>Time for a Z-Pack…  “Dr. K called me tonight,” dad told me during our medication ritual yesterday.&amp;#160; “Your CAT brain scan results came back.&amp;#160; He was worried about brain tumors, but you have the worst sinus infection he has ever seen in the thirty years of his practice.&amp;#160; No wonder you’ve been miserable.&amp;#160; Apparently, you’ve had lots of pressure on your brain.” I sighed with relief.&amp;#160; I was also worried about tumors.&amp;#160; I was exhibiting some of the classic signs.&amp;#160; They run in the family.&amp;#160; Dad and my doctor started me on a Z-pack of heavy duty antibiotics.&amp;#160; I already feel better this morning with lessened pain and pressure on the right side of my face.  Earlier in the week, mom and dad took turns with staying with me at night.&amp;#160; Mom ca...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 10:16:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <description>Helen cooked baked chicken breasts, yellow saffron rice, giant lima beans, Brussels' sprouts, and cornbread today.&amp;#160; (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 21:40:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>My Thoughts for the Blogging Day…</title>
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            <description>Happy Birthday Maggie!!! Today marks as what I believe is Maggie’s fifth year of living with me.&amp;#160; I will never forget dad standing at the backdoor of my late grandmother’s house where I was living at the time.&amp;#160; Maggie fit in the palm of his hand.&amp;#160; It was one of the biggest surprises of my life.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I love this dog.&amp;#160; I *heart* Maggie!&amp;#160; She has brought immeasurable joy to the life of this simple man. &amp;#160;&amp;#160;  A Welcomed Turn of Events… I slept until seven this morning.&amp;#160; It was much needed.&amp;#160; I usually get up at three or four.&amp;#160; I feel so much better.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I have been pacing the floor though.&amp;#160; I drove over to get my sodas and medicine and paced until I sat down to write this post.  I usually listen to the Elvis Duran radio s...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 14:30:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Pay It Forward? Science Says, Sure</title>
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            <description>If you&amp;#8217;ve texted &amp;#8220;Haiti&amp;#8221; to the American Red Cross, babysat for a friend in a pinch, or helped a stranger carry her stroller up a flight of stairs, it might actually be contagious. A March 8 study published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences indicates that people who&amp;#8217;ve benefited from the charitable acts of others are more likely to emulate the kind acts, a la Helen Hunt and Kevin Spacey in &amp;#8220;Pay It Forward.&amp;#8221; Researchers modeled these findings in the drawing below from Wired.com. Who knew scientists could draw?
&amp;quot;Kindness Network&amp;quot;
Post from: BlissTree (Source: Healthbolt)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 14:00:26 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>My Thoughts for the End of the Day…</title>
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            <description>Helen Friday… &amp;#160;Helen’s meal was wonderful tonight.&amp;#160; We had fried white fish, hushpuppies, French fries, cole slaw, and a platter of sliced onions and dill pickles.&amp;#160; Mom and I both dug in as dad was carefully tread through his meal.&amp;#160; “I am going to have the worst heartburn tonight,” he said.&amp;#160; “You and your&amp;#160; mother just had to have this meal.” Medications…  Dad gave me two extra Risperdal tonight&amp;#160; after our meal to take before bed.&amp;#160; I have already taken both and the constant car door shutting sound has gone away for the night much to my relief.&amp;#160; I will literally jump every time I hear it as it piques my social anxieties and I feel I will have to deal with company or strangers.&amp;#160; You would be surprised at how often a stranger will...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:37:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Another Day Dawns…</title>
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            <description>Neighborly Bliss… The amount of traffic to and fro from my former drug dealing neighbor’s house has dropped by about 90%.&amp;#160; It has been uncannily quiet over there these days.&amp;#160; He came over to talk to me late yesterday afternoon.&amp;#160; He wanted to know if the shrubbery between our houses was his or mine.&amp;#160; “It’s yours,” I told him.&amp;#160; He seems like a personable and nice enough guy.&amp;#160; Maybe the economy forced him into selling drugs.&amp;#160; I don’t know, but I will give him the benefit of the doubt.&amp;#160; He started to trim the shrubbery around his house and I didn’t have the heart to tell him he should have done that in the fall and not the spring.&amp;#160; I hope all his shrubbery doesn’t die.  Helen Friday… Mom quickly queued in on my wanting Helen’s Fr...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 15:07:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen’s Cornbread and Corn Pudding…</title>
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            <description>Corn Bread…  Helen says you need a seasoned iron skillet for the recipe to turn out well.&amp;#160; There are web pages on how to season a new iron skillet using a hot oven and oil.&amp;#160; Her recipe was surprisingly simple.   1 cup self rising cornmeal  1 cup Bavarian style full fat buttermilk.&amp;#160; (Helen assured me you can get this at any Wal-Mart in the South.&amp;#160; Substitute low fat regular buttermilk if you can’t find it she said.&amp;#160; It just won’t be as rich.)  1/2 cup Crisco shortening.&amp;#160; (to be melted and added to the cornmeal and buttermilk batter)  Pour in skillet and cook at 450 degrees for 22 minutes exactly.&amp;#160; This makes one small skillet.&amp;#160; Double the recipe for a larger skillet.  Corn Pudding…   1/2 cup of melted unsalted butter  1 (11-ounce) can Niblets ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 17:46:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Thoughts for the Day…</title>
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            <description>The Vagabond Returns: Joyce’s Cat…  A few of you that have been with me a long time may remember my deceased next door neighbor Joyce.&amp;#160; She was schizo-affective like me except her illness was much more severe.&amp;#160; She constantly thought she was being persecuted by God and was constantly seeking spiritual counseling.&amp;#160; She even worked at a church as part of her penance.&amp;#160; Well, she’s been dead for about three years now and her wayward cat has returned home.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Joyce’s sister tried in vain to capture that cat and take it to the humane society, but never could.&amp;#160;  Lately, on my pacing the floor sessions, I have noticed the cat sitting in the carport sunning itself.&amp;#160; I see it everyday.&amp;#160; I walked over and the cat has been sleeping in the utility roo...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 11:15:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen Friday…</title>
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            <description>“Baby? Do you have any ketchup?” Helen asked over the phone. “No,” I replied. “I am out.” “I am sending some with your dinner plate.&amp;#160; Your mother is on her way.&amp;#160; I put you an extra table spoonful of each vegetable as well.&amp;#160; I hope you enjoy it.” Vegetables?&amp;#160; I thought we were having fried fish Friday.&amp;#160; It turns out Helen couldn’t find that special kind of fish she uses so she picked a different menu instead.&amp;#160; We had fried pork cutlet, corn pudding, green beans with potatoes and cornbread.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I must say the corn pudding was spectacular as that was the first time Helen had ever fixed that.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 21:08:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Thoughts for the Day…</title>
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            <description>Charlie’s Horsefly…  Charlie’s out of town so dad had Horsefly last night – Charlie’s youngest son.&amp;#160; Horsefly is autistic and mentally retarded.&amp;#160; He speaks a language all his own and only a few people can decipher it including dad, me, my brother, and Charlie.&amp;#160; Well, Maggie is so intrigued by Horsefly.&amp;#160; She was scared at first as he talks so loudly and it sounds like gibberish.&amp;#160; Now, Maggie is comfortable around him, but she knows something is not quite right.&amp;#160; She will follow him from room to room worried about him.&amp;#160; It is endearing in a way.&amp;#160; Dad marveled at Maggie and Horsefly last night saying what a smart dog Maggie is.&amp;#160; “She knows something is wrong,” dad said as he sat on the couch. The Call of the Car… I made the mistake ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 10:18:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen Friday…</title>
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            <description>Helen didn’t cook the creamed potatoes.&amp;#160; Dad thought turnip greens and macaroni and cheese was enough.&amp;#160; She cooked some of the best fried chicken I had had in ages.&amp;#160; Helen’s cornbread was different again this week.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; She seems to be trying different recipes.&amp;#160; I will have to ask dad about it.&amp;#160; (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 20:43:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Thoughts for the Day…</title>
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            <description>Anonymous comments are going off.&amp;#160; If you really want to comment then it only just takes about 5 minutes to sign up for a Google or Blogger account.&amp;#160; I am getting over 20 spam comments a day in the archives and it has gotten overwhelming.&amp;#160; I am busier than a cat covering up crap deleting all that junk every day.&amp;#160; The notifications are also filling up my email inbox and that aggravates me the most. Helen Friday Today… Friday is a special day for me.&amp;#160; I will look forward to all day of eating the special meal Helen cooks.&amp;#160; Luckily, dad didn’t get any hair brained ideas for things for Helen to prepare last night.  “Okay,” dad said after I had taken my medications. “What do you want for supper tomorrow?” “I’ve been mulling it over in my mind all day...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 12:55:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Sometimes I Get Lonely…</title>
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            <description>It gives me no more joy than to sit in mom’s bedroom as she lay in the bed talking.&amp;#160; That’s what I did for most of the afternoon.&amp;#160; Mom also lets me drink all the soda I want while I am there.&amp;#160; The fridge in the basement is full of it and all kinds of interesting varieties.&amp;#160; We mainly talked about her frets and worries. “I was out of it last night,” mom told me. “I don’t think I am ever going to get over this cold.” “You’ve had the flu,” I replied. “But I’ve had both of the flu shots!” “You had a variant that the shot didn’t cover.” “I couldn’t even remember my own granddaughter’s name last night,” mom told me chuckling. “Your father was like, ‘Martha!!!’” “Well, I forgot her birthday,” I replied feeling shameful trying...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 22:06:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Clock is Always Ticking…</title>
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            <description>“I hate working sometimes,” Helen told me as she walked down from the road carrying dad’s trashcan this morning.&amp;#160; “I’ve got so much work to do today.&amp;#160; Vacuum.&amp;#160; Clean the bathrooms.&amp;#160; Dust the front of the house.&amp;#160; Cook your mother’s lunch.” I had walked up to the road to meet her offering to carry the trashcan for her.&amp;#160; Then mom was standing at the backdoor and asked Helen to clean and empty the cat’s litter boxes as well as we walked up under the portico to meet her.&amp;#160; Helen looked at me and rolled her eyes as she blew loudly. “Not my favorite task,” Helen said with a frown as mom escaped back inside.&amp;#160; “I was hoping to avoid that today.” “Poor dear,” I told her as I walked into the foyer and began to empty the litter box on ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 18:19:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Suffering and Recovering</title>
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            <description>Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it.&amp;#8221; -Helen Keller
Human beings have an enormous capacity to endure hardships and heartbreak. If their spirits are not broken, people can emerge from what seem like impossible circumstances to not only overcome the difficulties, but be enriched by them. It is when our spirits are broken that we are defeated and embittered by misfortune.
Co-Dependent adult children of alcoholics emerge from the chaos of childhood with different degrees of brokenness. Some do not make it. Many remain emotionally numb, but others plant their feet in the ground of recovery and grow.
I have the courage within me to go through the process of recovery.
From the book, &amp;#8220;Gentle Reminders &amp;#8211; Daily Affirmations for Codepende...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 00:17:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen Saves the Day!!!</title>
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            <description>I was standing in mom and dad’s kitchen yesterday morning before the snow started when Helen began to read dad’s grocery list. “Oh no!” Helen said abruptly. “We’re not having Hamburger Helper.&amp;#160; Mr. John just has never eaten it.&amp;#160; He doesn’t know what it’s like.” Helen then turned to me. “What do you want for supper, baby?” Helen asked. “You pick!” I replied, excited at this turn of events. Helen decided on pork loin, creamed potatoes, snap beans, giant lima beans, cornbread, green salad w/ homemade Ranch dressing, and pear salad.&amp;#160; I watched as she reached into the kitchen drawer containing the envelope that usually has $75 to $100 in it for Helen to buy groceries.&amp;#160; Off to the grocery store she went and I drove on home after checking on mom.  Hel...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 07:43:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Hamburger Helper?!?!</title>
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            <description>Commercials work.&amp;#160; Dad asked me last night about letting Helen cook Hamburger Helper today for our Friday Helen meal.  “I keep seeing the commercials for it,” dad said. “And it looks good and easy to fix.” I was secretly disappointed.&amp;#160; I wanted my Southern soul food.&amp;#160; I usually get to pick the meals, but I can’t argue with my father.&amp;#160; It is futile.&amp;#160; He is paying Helen dearly for these meals after all.&amp;#160;  “Have her doctor it up good,” I told dad trying to save a desperate situation. “Get cheeseburger macaroni and add extra ground beef and real cheddar cheese.” I didn’t want to tell dad how bland Hamburger Helper can taste.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; It is sawdust in a box in my opinion.&amp;#160;  Mom the Commissary… Mom’s mental illness intrigues me some d...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 10:48:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen Friday…</title>
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            <description>Today, Helen cooked baked ham, baked sweet potato, butterbeans, steamed cabbage, cole slaw, and cornbread.&amp;#160; I can’t say enough how grateful I am for these Friday Southern cookin’ meals.&amp;#160; (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 21:05:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>9:00 AM Sharp…</title>
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            <description>Helen arrives at my parent’s house at 9:00 AM sharp every morning.&amp;#160; I have learned to drive over at this time and Helen will give me extra cokes (Can you tell I am coke obsessed?&amp;#160; It’s just part of my obsessive compulsive nature).&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Mom usually doesn’t stir till around lunch so I can get away with this.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;  Well, today I had a close call with my addictions.&amp;#160; I had to use the bathroom so I used dad’s.&amp;#160; Curiosity killed the cat as they say and I looked in his medicine cabinet.&amp;#160; OH MY!&amp;#160; There were Lortabs, Oxycontin, Aprozolam, Etc.&amp;#160; It was a literal cornucopia for an addict.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; It was the hardest thing I have ever done to resist taking a few pills; just enough where he would never notice it.&amp;#160; I walked out of the bath...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 14:40:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Man Food on Helen Friday…</title>
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            <description>Helen cooked what I requested.&amp;#160; Dad was laughing last night and said I am meatloaf obsessed.&amp;#160; I could eat it once a week if it were up to me!&amp;#160; Interestingly, my favorite part of today’s meal was the biscuits.&amp;#160; They were so fluffy and tender.&amp;#160; Helen makes the best biscuits! (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 20:31:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Gift of the Gab…</title>
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            <description>My nurse, Rebecca, is so gregarious.&amp;#160; As soon as we enter the examining room to administer my shot, she is small talking a hundred miles an hour.&amp;#160; To my sensitive nature about such things, it can be an onslaught. I’ve learned to watch and listen though; to learn something that just doesn’t come natural to me.&amp;#160; My father is the master of small talk.&amp;#160; I’ve never met a more able bodied individual with regards to that subject.&amp;#160; I get better as time goes by and it is less painful.&amp;#160; Still, I can be awkward.&amp;#160;  This morning as I was waiting on dad to fill my prescription for my injection, his employee, Judy, came up to me.&amp;#160;  “I ordered your caffeine free diet Cokes,” she said. “I couldn’t get them in the case, but did get them in the six pack.&amp;...</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2010 09:10:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen Friday…</title>
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            <description>This week, Helen cooked fried cubed pork steak, sweet potato patties, English peas, rutabagas, and cornbread.&amp;#160; It was delicious!&amp;#160; See how high and fluffy Helen’s cornbread rises?&amp;#160; It’s yummy.&amp;#160; Like cake with the sugar she adds.&amp;#160; It is certainly different from the cornbread I am used to! (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 20:32:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Is Justice Kennedy Libertarian?</title>
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            <description>By Ilya ShapiroEarly last year, Cato hosted a book forum for Helen Knowles&amp;#8217;s The Tie Goes to Freedom: Justice Anthony M. Kennedy on Liberty.  This really is a remarkable book, with an ambitious goal: trying to make coherent sense of the oft-frustrating &amp;#8220;swing justice.&amp;#8221;  And now I have a lengthy review of it that just came out in the latest issue of the Harvard Journal of Law &amp; Public Politics (where Bob Levy also has an essay, on the aftermath of District of Columbia v. Heller).
Knowles makes the provocative argument that Justice Kennedy&amp;#8217;s jurisprudence is &amp;#8220;modestly libertarian.&amp;#8221;  I think that this argument, in the limited ways Knowles makes it &amp;#8212; with respect to free speech, equal protection, and individual dignity &amp;#8212; is probably sou...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 01:14:28 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen Friday…</title>
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            <description>Helen hasn’t cooked since before the Holidays.&amp;#160; Today, Helen cooked baked chicken fingers, field peas, green beans, and creamed corn.&amp;#160; I was dismayed there wasn’t any of her good biscuits or cornbread though.&amp;#160; Beggars can’t be choosers and I am so glad to have Helen back in action.&amp;#160; (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:24:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Go! Helen, Go!</title>
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            <description>&amp;#160; Helen Cooks Tomorrow! Meat Loaf!1!! For da Win! (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 00:09:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen's Supper...</title>
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            <description>Helen just brought by my plate.&amp;#160; I was so glad to see her and she came in to talk awhile.&amp;#160; Tonight, she cooked fried pork chops, steamed cabbage, creamed potatoes, black eyed peas, slaw, and cornbread.&amp;#160; Not pictured is some pear salad and fried okra.&amp;#160; It was a monster of a meal to eat.&amp;#160; I am so full! (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:53:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Damn That George...</title>
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            <description>George was sipping from a flask of Southern Comfort this morning.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Southern Comfort was about the only hard liquor I drank during my drinking career and I have a weakness for it.&amp;#160; I wasn't feeling well this morning when George left the house and also left that flask of Southern Comfort sitting on my piano.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; George is going to be pissed as I went directly and poured that expensive liquor out.&amp;#160; I just didn't want to deal with the temptation today.&amp;#160;  I awoke with an abscessed tooth.&amp;#160; Nothing a regimen of antibiotics won't cure.&amp;#160; Dad is bringing some after lunch.&amp;#160; My gum is swollen twice it's size.&amp;#160;  Mrs. Florene also called me this morning.&amp;#160; She wanted to know if I was participating in Halloween candy giving.&amp;#160; I told her I had...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 15:24:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen's Supper...</title>
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            <description>Tonight, Helen cooked fried pork cutlets, butter beans, baked sweet potato, english peas, green salad, and cornbread.&amp;#160; It was green vegetable night, tonight! (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:38:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Grits That Rivaled My Father's...</title>
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            <description>I managed to eat breakfast with Mrs. Florene and George before the rain started.&amp;#160; Mrs. Florene was cooking,&amp;#160; George was watching the morning news in the den,&amp;#160; and I was sitting at the kitchen table. &amp;quot;He didn't come home at all last night,&amp;quot; Mrs. Jones said of George as she fried some bacon. &amp;quot;He was at the shot house playing poker,&amp;quot; I replied. Mrs. Jones grumbled and mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't hear. Soon, we sat down for breakfast.&amp;#160; My favorite thing was the grits.&amp;#160; They were so buttery and creamy.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; It takes a real knack for Southern food to cook good grits.&amp;#160; Most people's grits are runny and watery.&amp;#160; Like what you would get at the Waffle House.&amp;#160;  Mrs. Jones fixed an extra paper plate of food for M...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:24:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Comfort comes in small measures...</title>
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            <description>Helen opened the door this morning after I knocked.  &amp;quot;Come on in, baby!&amp;quot;&amp;#160; she said. &amp;quot;What's wrong?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I'm stir crazy and lonely,&amp;quot; I told her.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I thought I would speak to mom awhile.&amp;quot; Mom was in the bed and sleeping.&amp;#160; I kissed her on cheek and her eyes fluttered open. &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot; she asked sleepily. &amp;quot;I just needed your company,&amp;quot; I replied. I sat down with my dad's cat Macy.&amp;#160; She was curled up on a towel in the chair.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I began talking to mom after my fears, wants, and desires until I realized she had fallen asleep again.&amp;#160; I smiled. &amp;quot;Love you,&amp;quot; I told her as I kissed her again, but she didn't hear it. I drove home and and am now talking to Maggie.&amp;#160; Maggie is like the best t...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 16:21:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Notes at the End of the Day...</title>
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            <description>I was sitting here after I wrote my last post and thought, &amp;quot;You know what? I am taking those goddamned cokes back and tell mom what I did!&amp;quot;  And I did. I could see from just my own blog post what I was doing.&amp;#160; It was like a light bulb went on. That's when I added that italicized note to the post.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;You shouldn't have just asked me for the cokes,&amp;quot; mom told me as I stood at the back door. &amp;quot;I would have given them to you if you needed them so badly.&amp;quot;  She was so kind to me and it was nothing of what I expected. I expected her to be snarling mad. I feel so much better! I feel as if the load of Atlas has been lifted off my shoulders! I will get six more in the morning, be content, and be sensible and honest and right. I know right from wrong. Dad t...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 00:12:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Clandestine Operations...</title>
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            <description>This is how an alcoholic thinks and acts. Just trade Diet Cokes for beer. This is why I feel so guilty.  I did something today I feel terrible about. I shouldn't have done it, but I was just desperate for six more Diet Cokes. I spent my last dime last night filling up my car with gas. I am only supposed to have six Diet Cokes per day as my parents say I am OCD about them. The day started with me driving over this morning to get my six cokes. Mom already had them in a plastic bag and ready at the back door. She was expecting me to come. Well, I knew Helen was cooking over there today and it was around two. I knew she would just about be pulling the meatloaf out of the oven and she was. I drove over knowing mom would be asleep and Helen would have the back door open. Easy access. I snuck dow...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 18:42:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Sometimes You Just Have to Say No...</title>
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            <description>George bought a new air conditioning compressor today.&amp;#160; He wanted me to help put it on on a day that was going to be the hottest day of the year so far.&amp;#160; That wasn't the only reason I said no. &amp;quot;I'm scared of the high pressure lines in a car's air conditioner,&amp;quot; I told George. &amp;quot;I am always afraid I am going to blow my face off.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Pussy!&amp;quot; George replied. &amp;quot;Let me go see if I can get this thing on.&amp;quot; This morning I arrived at mom and dad's when Helen arrived.  &amp;quot;Baby?&amp;#160; Why will your momma only let you have 6 cokes at a time?&amp;quot; Helen asked. &amp;quot;She says I will drink too many of them and I will,&amp;quot; I told her. &amp;quot;I have little to no self control.&amp;quot; It was kind of embarrassing to talk about in a way.&amp;#160; Far be it for me t...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 21:10:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Wait!  Where's the rain?</title>
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            <description>(Kathy, the KFC grilled chicken was tasty, but a little dry.&amp;#160; I would eat it again though.) We were supposed to have rain and storms today, but it has turned out to just be murky and overcast. The meal Helen cooked today just wasn't to my liking.&amp;#160; We are all trying to help mom with her diet.&amp;#160; Helen cooked baked chicken and it was rather bland.&amp;#160; So were the many vegetables she cooked because she didn't put in her usual seasonings.&amp;#160; I did like the carrot and raisin salad though.&amp;#160; We all howled with protest when Helen asked if she should use reduced calorie mayonnaise in the salad.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;  I had a doctor's appointment this morning.&amp;#160; I've developed a limp when I walk Maggie and have lost some sensation in my left foot.&amp;#160; As guessed, a battery of test...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 21:19:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Me? Bored?</title>
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            <description>Me and Helen were sitting under mom and dad's portico this morning.&amp;#160; We were watching the world go by.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Do you ever get bored not working?&amp;quot; Helen asked me. I laughed. &amp;quot;Never say you are to my father,&amp;quot; I told her. &amp;quot;He will put you to work in his yard.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Seriously, though,&amp;quot; Helen said. &amp;quot;Do you?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sometimes,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I do well with the structure work can bring to life.&amp;#160; Like taking showers and eating on a schedule.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I'm bored right now,&amp;quot; Helen then said.  &amp;quot;And you're working!!!&amp;quot; I replied laughing.  &amp;quot;Don't think the irony escaped me,&amp;quot; Helen said with a smile. Helen has a sister named Juanita.&amp;#160; Dad says Jaunita is much more personable and likable.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;You woul...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 15:40:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Can we keep it kinda rare?</title>
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            <description>My ears pricked up this morning when Helen announced she was going to buy a tenderloin and cook it for supper.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Ah, the opulence, sheer luxury.&amp;quot; My brain conversed with itself.&amp;#160;  Helen came home and continued to cook the shit out of the tenderloin.&amp;#160; My hopes were dashed when I looked in the oven to find a grey, sickly looking piece of meat.&amp;#160; I dared not cut into it to find more of said.&amp;#160; I kept praying she would keep it kind of rare.&amp;#160; Not in the South my dear friends. We fry and cook EVERYTHING al dente.&amp;#160;  Mom's back to walking everyday.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;You can go with me and Maggie,&amp;quot; I told her. &amp;quot;I only walk a few hundred feet at a time,&amp;quot; mom replied.  I smiled when I thought of the disappointment on Maggie's face when we would tur...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 23:49:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Did Helen Get Too Skinny? A Biggest Loser Nutrition Perspective</title>
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            <description>During the Finale Episode for Season 7 of The Biggest Loser we continued to watch the weight loss and transformations in awe. These contestants, who broke records on set starting with Day 1, lost a combined total of 2763 lbs in 18 weeks! On average, contestants lost 37.2% of their body weight, decreasing their risk of diabetes and heart disease. According to Dr. Huizenga (MD on set), each one of them added years to their lives.
The winner was selected based off of &amp;#8220;percentage of body weight lost&amp;#8221;. At age 63, Jerry was named the At-Home champion, after losing 47.97% of his body weight (177 lbs) &amp;#8211; with only two weeks on the ranch! At age 48, Helen was the Season 7 WINNER, after shedding more than half of her body weight (54.47%, 140 lbs) and showing up at a mere 117 lbs.
I ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 02:25:38 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Surprise, Surprise, Surprise...</title>
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            <description>Imagine how surprised I was when my computer illiterate father turned on my computer and proceeded to pull up a YouTube video for me to watch last night.&amp;#160; My jaw dropped to the floor.  &amp;quot;Dad,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You just pulled up a YouTube video.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Next thing you know, I will be on Facebook,&amp;quot; dad replied smiling.  My walks with Maggie are occurring later and later in the day.&amp;#160; I walked two miles today to find Helen at my house when I arrived home.&amp;#160; I was anxious to find out what she was cooking for lunch today.  &amp;quot;Spaghetti and meat sauce,&amp;quot; Helen told me. &amp;quot;The sauce needs around two hours to simmer.&amp;quot; It has been absolute torture sitting here in my computer room with all the delicious and tantalizing smells wafting in from the kitchen.&amp;#...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 15:43:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Busy Body...</title>
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            <description>Mom sent Helen to my house with banana sandwiches and chips at&amp;#160; noon.&amp;#160; Today is grocery day and I had exhausted all my food.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;She's gone to get your groceries now,&amp;quot; Helen said. &amp;quot;And I am so glad to be off work.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Your house is clean, baby,&amp;quot; Helen then said as we sat down in my den. &amp;quot;I was a whirlwind yesterday cleaning everything,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;What makes your momma sleep so much?&amp;quot; Helen then asked surprising me.  &amp;quot;It is her medicine for her mental illness,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;It makes her very sleepy and groggy.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Ah,&amp;quot; Helen said. &amp;quot;I didn't know that.&amp;quot; We then talked about what I wanted for lunch tomorrow.  &amp;quot;Surprise me,&amp;quot; I told her. &amp;quot;Helen, you could cook a dishrag and it wo...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 16:26:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Heaping Piles of Food...</title>
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            <description>I watched as mom ate two heaping plates of food today at lunch. &amp;quot;Geez, you must've been hungry,&amp;quot; I told her. Helen fried hamburger steaks with onion gravy, mashed potatoes, and English peas.&amp;#160; It was a meal I had requested and thoroughly enjoyed.  &amp;quot;I am going to get fat again,&amp;quot; mom said as she cleaned her plate. After lunch, I went shopping for a new computer keyboard.&amp;#160; The one that came with my Dell was lacking.&amp;#160; I braved the dreaded Wal-Mart only to walk out victorious and I didn't see my ex-wife thankfully.&amp;#160; She lives at such places and it is a small town.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 19:28:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <description>I hadn't shaven in several days.&amp;#160; It will literally drive mom and dad crazy.&amp;#160; They will gather together in an intervention of sorts. &amp;quot;Shave tomorrow,&amp;quot; dad said last night. &amp;quot;I think I am going to keep a goatee,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;You look like homeless people,&amp;quot; dad said frowning.  Mom called this morning worried.&amp;#160; They see it as signs my mental illness is worse. &amp;quot;What kind of razor do you use?&amp;quot; mom asked. &amp;quot;Gillette Mach 3 Turbo,&amp;quot; I replied.  &amp;quot;I am going now to get you a new razor and blades,&amp;quot; mom said upon me saying my razor was dull. Mom arrived at my house a moment ago along with Helen. &amp;quot;Those blades cost $21 dollars,&amp;quot; mom said aghast.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;You will look better after shaving baby,&amp;quot; Helen chimed in....</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 13:56:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <description>I drove over to my parents this morning.&amp;#160; It is a usual occurrence with me.&amp;#160; I get my daily allotment of Cokes and Diet Dr. Pepper.&amp;#160; Helen was sitting under the portico when I drove down the driveway.&amp;#160; I walked back around to say hello after I parked. &amp;quot;How are you?&amp;quot; I asked as I sat down on the white bench she was sitting on.  &amp;quot;Rethinking my job,&amp;quot; Helen said with a good natured smile. &amp;quot;My family is giving me a hard time because I am a black woman cooking and cleaning for a white man.&amp;quot; There was a pause in the conversation.&amp;#160; I didn't know what to say. &amp;quot;I shouldn't have told you that,&amp;quot; Helen said. &amp;quot;I'm sorry.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I can see where it would cause trouble,&amp;quot; I finally replied. We got on the subject of Black America...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:49:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Feasts Friday...</title>
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            <description>The first thing Helen did when she got here this morning was to get a homemade barbecue sauce started.&amp;#160; It was full of things like fresh squeezed lemon juice, ketchup, cider vinegar, etc. &amp;quot;What are we having, Helen?&amp;quot; I asked, walking into the kitchen. &amp;quot;Barbecue chicken,&amp;quot; Helen replied. &amp;quot;It was your dad's request.&amp;quot;  I made myself useful and skinned the potatoes and rutabagas.&amp;#160; Finally cutting up both into chunks.&amp;#160; Both were to be boiled and mashed.&amp;#160; Have you ever noticed how many rutabagas we eat? A LOT! Helen was so chipper today and I was feeling better than I had in weeks.&amp;#160; We were both little motor mouths.  Finally, mom and dad arrived to eat with me.&amp;#160; I love it when my family comes over like that.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Helen, you outdi...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 20:19:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Impetuousness...</title>
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            <description>&amp;quot;WHAT?&amp;quot; mom exclaimed after my third call on the phone. &amp;quot;Will you get me some cheddar?&amp;quot; I asked sheepishly. &amp;quot;I'll get you some cheddar,&amp;quot; mom replied. Today is grocery day and I keep forgetting things I need.&amp;#160; I've been kind of hooked on cheese toast lately. &amp;quot;You're mad at me now,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I'm trying to sleep!&amp;quot; she exclaimed.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;I'll let you go,&amp;quot; I said and hung up. It is always the same.&amp;#160; Mom will apologize to me later.&amp;#160; Not that I deserve it.&amp;#160; I wonder what Helen thinks about mom sleeping all the time?&amp;#160; I've often heard mom say, &amp;quot;Helen must think I am terrible.&amp;quot;&amp;#160; It doesn't daunt her though.&amp;#160; She sleeps away.&amp;#160; It would drive me crazy sleeping all the time.&amp;#160; (Source: The...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 16:20:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Supper Delivered...</title>
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            <description>&amp;quot;Hey Baby!&amp;quot; Helen told me as I walked through my parent's back door. &amp;quot;You're looking stylish with that Auburn t-shirt.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;See my Auburn cap?&amp;quot; I asked her, taking it off to show her. &amp;quot;Got it for Christmas.&amp;quot; Helen went on to tell me she's lost 250 pounds after her bariatric surgery. Isn't that just amazing?&amp;#160; That would have been almost a whole one of me weight wise a few years ago.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;  Mom came stumbling up the steps as I walked into the hall.&amp;#160; She is &amp;quot;monitoring&amp;quot; how many sodas I drink due to my father.&amp;#160; Dad says I drink sodas like I used to drink beer and he is probably right. &amp;quot;Don't eat supper tonight!&amp;quot; mom told me. &amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;I am bringing you and Maggie Big Mac's from McDonalds,&amp;quot;...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 17:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The First Thing I Heard This Morning...</title>
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            <description>&amp;quot;Baby, you've got to get this dog hair up,&amp;quot; Helen said. &amp;quot;Your daddy is going to get on to you.&amp;quot; Keep in mind that I am 36 years old.&amp;#160; I just smiled, laughed, and got out the broom. Hours later some wonderful smells were coming from my kitchen.&amp;#160; Helen cooked me a chicken, broccoli, and cheddar casserole and yeast biscuits.&amp;#160; We also had a fruit salad.&amp;#160; Helen ate with me at lunch which is unusual for her.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Economizing,&amp;quot; she told me with a smile.  Soon, mom entered the picture.&amp;#160; She was on a mission. &amp;quot;Go with me to the city to see about getting our mailbox paid for,&amp;quot; she asked me over her cell phone.&amp;#160;  Apparently, the city trash truck hit mom and dad's mailbox toppling it over.&amp;#160; The city agreed to pay for a new o...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 18:54:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <description>It was about 10 AM this morning when Helen came.&amp;#160; I had been up for hours working on some model railroading projects.&amp;#160; Helen barely said 5 words to me the whole time she was here.&amp;#160; I am so sensitive and thought she was mad at me for some reason.&amp;#160; I should have just asked her.&amp;#160;  I called mom after Helen had left. &amp;quot;Is something wrong with Helen?&amp;quot; I asked.  &amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; mom then asked. &amp;quot;She acted surly to me all morning,&amp;quot; I replied.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;No, silly!&amp;quot; mom said. &amp;quot;It is not you. Helen and her husband are having terrible money problems right now.&amp;#160; She borrowed $40 from me today.&amp;quot; I hated to hear Helen was having problems, but I sighed with relief that it wasn't about me.&amp;#160;  I managed to walk again this morning.&amp;#160; ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 21:44:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Sincerity...</title>
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            <description>I've been trying some social experiments lately to try and overcome my social anxiety.&amp;#160; I watch dad a lot and have been trying to mimic him.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Helen was in my parent's kitchen this morning as I went over to get my sodas.&amp;#160; I put my hand on her shoulder and said, &amp;quot;It is so good to see you!&amp;quot;&amp;#160; I said it with the utmost sincerity.&amp;#160; You could see Helen relax and she gave me a big hug. &amp;quot;What's gotten into you baby?&amp;quot; she asked. &amp;quot;I'm just glad to call you a friend,&amp;quot; I replied.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;You want an extra special supper for Friday, don't you?&amp;quot; I laughed and then woke mom up to let her know I was there.&amp;#160; I told mom how much she meant to me and how all she does for me makes my life so much more livable.&amp;#160; Mom mumbled somethin...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 13:56:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Snow Fever...</title>
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            <description>&amp;quot;Tell him it is going to snow!&amp;quot; Helen jeered and handed the phone to her husband. This sent me on social anxiety overdrive.&amp;#160; I had never talked to Helen's husband on the phone. &amp;quot;She just doesn't want to work Monday,&amp;quot; he said chuckling.  &amp;quot;They've changed the forecast again,&amp;quot; I told Helen when she got back on. &amp;quot;There calling for snow flurries but no accumulating snow.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Shit!&amp;quot; Helen exclaimed. I had never heard her cuss before.&amp;#160; I laughed and laughed and was enjoying her cavalier attitude.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Keep your hopes up,&amp;quot; I said before I said good bye. It is good to know another soul in the South carries my enthusiasm for the white stuff. (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 23:07:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>On the Right Foot...</title>
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            <description>I woke up this morning feeling better than I have for probably two weeks.&amp;#160; A winter's sun was shining through my windows.&amp;#160; Maggie was on the bed snuggled firmly next to me.&amp;#160; Soon, there was a knock on my door. &amp;quot;I forgot my key,&amp;quot; Helen said as I opened the door.&amp;#160;  Each arm held a bag of groceries. &amp;quot;I got you some of that ice cream you rave about,&amp;quot; Helen then said.  &amp;quot;Great! There goes my diet!&amp;quot; I thought. &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; I replied. I usually have trouble with small talk, but with Helen it is easy.&amp;#160; The conversation just effortlessly flows from one topic to the next.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;I've got to leave early so today we will have lunch,&amp;quot; Helen told me as she got the rice started.&amp;#160;  It was nice having someone in the house with ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 15:17:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Quiet Around Here...</title>
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            <description>Helen came today.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; She couldn't stay long so just made some tuna salad.&amp;#160; Mom came over to eat a sandwich a moment ago which thrilled Maggie like crazy.&amp;#160;  Tonight is Charlie's birthday.&amp;#160; I am not able to go, but will go in spirit.&amp;#160; I certainly hope dad comes by with my medications this afternoon. I still feel very weird to say the least.&amp;#160; I feel like I don't have control of my mind or my emotions.&amp;#160; I keep having slips out of reality.&amp;#160; My doctor told me to, &amp;quot;take a bath, dress, and go about your day.&amp;quot;&amp;#160; That was about as therapeutic as telling a 3 year old that Santa was dead.&amp;#160; I do have an appointment with a therapist to work on the anxiety attack stuff.&amp;#160; And I am going to get a second opinion from another doctor.&amp;#160;&amp;#...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:38:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Over the Hill...</title>
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            <description>I had a dreaded phone call today.&amp;#160; It was Rosa with a question about her car's alternator.&amp;#160; She only calls me now when she needs something.&amp;#160; I used to resent it.&amp;#160; Now I just dismiss it.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Can you put me a new one on?&amp;quot; she pleaded. &amp;quot;My battery keeps going dead.&amp;#160; I've got the new one on my back seat.&amp;quot; I had to say no.&amp;#160; I wasn't feeling particularly well today thus my lack of posts lately.&amp;#160; These anxiety attacks are kicking my butt lately.&amp;#160;  Helen cooked all day and showed me how to cook rutabagas not from the can.&amp;#160; They were surprisingly hard to skin and then to cube.&amp;#160; But tasted so much better.&amp;#160; I love to eat them with a vinegary hot sauce, southern style.&amp;#160; Helen also cooked a comfort food of mine, macaron...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 20:43:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Helen's Supper...</title>
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            <description>This meal hit the spot on today's cold evening. Helen cooked a ham steak, with rice pilaf and almonds, broccoli and cauliflower medley, fried okra, and yeast rolls. I am extremely grateful for these home cooked meals every Friday. (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 20:55:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>3 Dollars Richer...</title>
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            <description>Mom decided today that she will give me 3 dollars a day spending money. &amp;quot;Don't you dare tell your father!&amp;quot; she told me scoldingly.&amp;#160;  The three dollars is to buy me two regular 20 oz Coca-Colas a day.&amp;#160; I was just glad for something, anything.&amp;#160; It will be fun to drive down to Fat Albert's everyday, see George, and to buy my Cokes.&amp;#160; I will have a new ritual.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;  Helen took it upon herself to clean today.&amp;#160; She was worried my father was going to notice the lack of cleaning since he is over here every night. &amp;quot;He's paying me to clean as you know,&amp;quot; Helen told me this morning.&amp;#160;  Helen is cooking a chicken, cheddar, and egg noodle casserole for supper.&amp;#160; Mom has already been by twice hoping the casserole was finished baking.&amp;#160; Helen ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 20:10:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>A commendation for Kent Independent Midwives from Helen O'Dell of the Nursing &amp; Midwifery Council</title>
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            <description>Virginia Howes - commendedOn 1st May 2008 I wrote an article about Kent Indpendent Midwives and their management of a high risk pregnancy. Their account of that management was at the time prominently and proudly displayed on their website and was clearly being used as an advert to promote their services. Shortly after my article, the account disappeard from their website. Naturally, I saved a copy.Nothing more happened until last week. On Saturday, 15th November I wrote an article entitled “More birth tragedies” about another Independent Midwife who is currently charged with professional misconduct. I discussed the Kent Midwives once again, and reported that the Nursing and Midwifery Council was not going to take action about their management of that high risk pregnancy. At the time of...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 17:28:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Fish Supper, Anyone?</title>
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            <description>Helen cooked at my parent's house today.&amp;#160; Dad is having his cousins over tonight so she fixed a big meal for them.&amp;#160; She fixed her special fried fish supper which is delicious.&amp;#160; I hope to be the benefactor of some of her melt-in-your-mouth hushpuppies.&amp;#160;  Mom and I went to the book store down in Auburn today.&amp;#160; My mother is a voracious reader and constantly needs to resupply her books.&amp;#160; I was mainly interested in the magazines and specifically Tropical Fish Hobbyist.&amp;#160; I let my mother drive the whole way which would greatly interest my father.&amp;#160; It can really get your adrenaline pumping for all you thrill seekers.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;  After a lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches, I settled in front of my hobby desk and worked on some projects.&amp;#160; I need to get t...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 19:01:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Obama's My Man!</title>
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            <description>&amp;quot;Obama's my man!&amp;quot; Helen said exuberantly as she was pulling clothes out of the washing machine and into the dryer.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I'm voting as soon as I get off.&amp;quot; I smiled.&amp;#160; I didn't tell her who I voted for.&amp;#160; She didn't ask.&amp;#160; I've learned... don't ask, don't tell.&amp;#160; Politics are so personal and polarizing.  Mom was still in the bed at 10:30 PM.&amp;#160; They leave tomorrow for Washington D.C. to see my brother and his family.&amp;#160; I wasn't asked to go.&amp;#160; Such trips exasperate my mother causing much time in bed.  &amp;quot;Are you going to get groceries?&amp;quot; I asked as I sat down next to her on the bed. &amp;quot;Noon,&amp;quot; mom said with her cat, Muffin, laying on her hip.&amp;#160;  I walked in the bathroom to get my two Tylenol PM to take and today's dosages of r...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 15:59:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Baked and Barbecued...</title>
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            <description>Yesterday, I made it another &amp;quot;no clean&amp;quot; day for Helen and I.&amp;#160; I also let her pick the menu and it wasn't long until I was following her around a supermarket.&amp;#160; Helen showed me the finer art of buying chicken for baking.  &amp;quot;You don't want boneless breasts, baby,&amp;quot; she told me. &amp;quot;The chicken will be dry and rubbery. The bones keep the chicken moist.&amp;quot; A few hours later, mom and I were sitting down to a supper of baked barbeque chicken and macaroni and cheese.&amp;#160; I am starting to really like having Helen pick the menu.&amp;#160; It is like a grab bag of meals.&amp;#160;  This morning, I went to an Overeaters Anonymous meeting.&amp;#160; I practically drove almost to Atlanta to attend.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I felt out of place.&amp;#160; I was the only guy there and the only one th...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 00:15:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>A Cure for the Lonesomes...</title>
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            <description>Do you ever just get lonesome?&amp;#160; I woke up lonesome this morning.&amp;#160; I drove over to hang out with Helen at my parent's house.&amp;#160; Helen was folding laundry when I walked in.&amp;#160; Dad and mom were still in the bed.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;I took my husband that Model Railroader you gave me,&amp;quot; Helen told me. Helen's husband is paralyzed from the waist down and in a wheel chair.&amp;#160; I thought he might like the hobby.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;What did he think?&amp;quot; I asked excited. &amp;quot;He read the whole thing and now wants me to order stuff,&amp;quot; Helen replied. I was so excited.&amp;#160; I love to share the hobby and love it even more when someone joins in.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;What are you doing up so early baby?&amp;quot; Helen then asked me. &amp;quot;I was lonesome,&amp;quot; I told her honestly.&amp;#160; &amp;quo...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:26:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <description>I was in the bathroom shaving this morning when Helen let herself in.&amp;#160; I poked my head out the door to say, &amp;quot;hello!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You look like Santa with all that on your face,&amp;quot; Helen replied&amp;#160; chuckling.  I didn't shave yesterday and Helen made a big fuss about how much better I look when I do.&amp;#160; It is one of my father's major pet peeves about my personal hygiene habits.&amp;#160;  I let Helen pick the menu this week.&amp;#160; She ran by the drug store to get money from dad to buy the groceries.&amp;#160; The weeks menu was pork cutlets fried, squash casserole, green beans, and biscuits.&amp;#160; I kept walking in the kitchen underfoot to sniff deeply and tell Helen how good it smells. Mom is coming over to eat in a moment.&amp;#160; I hope dad comes too.&amp;#160; He is off today and doi...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 19:09:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Dear Helen...</title>
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            <description>&amp;quot;I'm tired and I want to go home,&amp;quot; Helen whispered to me while mom was in her bathroom getting my Tylenol and aspirin.  &amp;quot;Friday, we are going to just cook and eat at my house,&amp;quot; I told her back. &amp;quot;No cleaning.&amp;quot; Helen just grinned and shook her head in agreement as she went back to vacuuming my mother's rug.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Love you, baby,&amp;quot; she mouthed.&amp;#160;  Mom is not having a good day.&amp;#160; Today she goes and buys both household's groceries.&amp;#160; It was after noon and she was still in her pajamas.  &amp;quot;I'll go buy the groceries,&amp;quot; I told her.  &amp;quot;You will?&amp;quot; mom asked, sounding excited. &amp;quot;But your father would kill me if he found out,&amp;quot; mom then replied looking deflated.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I can't give you that much money.&amp;quot; Oh well.&amp;#160...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 16:17:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Down Mother Lane...</title>
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            <description>It has been a completely uneventful day.&amp;#160; I've had a slight toothache and ran by mom's to get some Tylenol.&amp;#160; Helen was in the kitchen ironing dad's shirts.&amp;#160; She made a big fuss over seeing me and I told her how much I enjoyed the roast she cooked Friday for me.&amp;#160;  Mom was in the bed still in her pajamas when I walked back to her bedroom.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; It was well after noon.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;You going to sleep all day?&amp;quot; I asked in jest. &amp;quot;I am dreading going to see mother at the nursing home this afternoon,&amp;quot; mom replied. I laughed and I shouldn't have, but my mom and her mother are like oil and water.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Will you go with me?&amp;quot; mom then asked, pleading, putting me on the spot. &amp;quot;Uhhh. Errr,&amp;quot; I stuttered. &amp;quot;I think I am having a panic att...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 19:47:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Vintage Psychology Film</title>
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            <description>Habit Patterns (1954) hails from the Psychology for Living film series by McGraw Hill Book, with an accompanying textbook by Sorenson and Malm. It was targeted at 1950s teens. I&amp;#8217;d hate to see what questions they asked the class after showing this hilariously harrowing film. 
	&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s a little late for tears, isn&amp;#8217;t it Barbara?&amp;#8221; she says, the patronizing narrator beginning to chide. &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re a creature of habit, Barbara, we all are. Unfortunately not all your habits are good ones. Here&amp;#8217;s how your day started wrong.&amp;#8221;
	There&amp;#8217;s a list.
	&amp;#8220;You started your day with no plan at all. Can&amp;#8217;t find your hair brush? Can&amp;#8217;t remember where you left it?&amp;#8221; She continues in the same tone throughout all 14 minutes of this educationa...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 09:50:34 +0100</pubDate>
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            <description>I awoke pretty early this morning.&amp;#160; My mind was clear and I got excited -- excited to greet the day.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;What to do?&amp;quot; I thought as I dressed.&amp;#160; I patted Maggie goodbye and got in the car to drive to my parent's house.&amp;#160;  When I arrived, mom was still in her nightgown and Helen was doing laundry.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Lord child,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Yo parents sho wear a lot of clothes.&amp;quot;&amp;#160; I smiled, agreeing, and headed upstairs.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Mom? have you got any of my Benadryl?&amp;quot; I asked as she climbed back into the bed. &amp;quot;Look in my medicine cabinet,&amp;quot; she replied with a sleepy sigh. My heart did a flip flop at the sight of the big bottle of Lortab painkillers.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Two won't hurt you,&amp;quot; my mischievous mind said. &amp;quot;You're such an addi...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 21:14:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Yay for Jerky!</title>
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            <description>Mom picked the menu today.&amp;#160; Helen was in a hurry and could only cook and not clean.&amp;#160; I find myself cleaning for the housekeeper anyway so my house was pretty clean.&amp;#160; Helen cooked a ham steak, broccoli, glazed carrots, corn-on-the-cob, candied sweet potatoes, and cornbread.&amp;#160; Mom and I sat quietly eating at my kitchen table after Helen left. One strange thing did happen when Helen asked me to borrow $20 to pay her phone bill.&amp;#160; I just didn't have it.&amp;#160; I talked to Mom about it and she said Helen borrows money from her all the time.&amp;#160; Helen always pays her back or gets her to take it out of her pay.&amp;#160;  Maggie is a happy dog.&amp;#160; Mom brought along a big bag of expensive beef jerky from Kroger for her.&amp;#160; She has followed me constantly looking for more s...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 20:24:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Wake Up Baby!</title>
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            <description>I awoke this morning to someone unlocking my front door and then shutting it.&amp;#160; I scrambled to put on some clothes as Helen came through this house just so chipper.&amp;#160; I had forgotten about her coming.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Baby, it be time to get up,&amp;quot; she said as she was humming a tune to herself. I got in the kitchen to scramble some eggs and make some cheese toast.&amp;#160; Soon, Mom arrived with my groceries and it was a full house.&amp;#160; Mom and Helen have become good friends and they talked and talked as I put up all my groceries.&amp;#160;  I got Helen to make chicken salad today.&amp;#160; I've been in a big sandwich mood.&amp;#160; She made enough chicken salad to feed me for days after running to the grocery store.&amp;#160;  &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; I told her. &amp;quot;Your cooking is delicio...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 18:07:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Rape victims</title>
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            <description>Imagine a large, well-furnished room. It is well lit, with no windows. It is soundproof. A psychological experiment is to be conducted. John, a twenty-one year old man, and Mary, a nineteen year old woman, are placed in the room and the door is closed. Eight hours later, the door is opened and John and Mary are interviewed separately and asked to describe what happened during the eight hours in the room. They both give honest and plausible accounts. At least, you think they are both honest but there is a problem. Their accounts are completely different. How do you establish who is telling the truth?It is not possible.Change the scenario a little. The room becomes a student bedsitter in a University Hall of Residence. John and Mary voluntarily enter the room together late at night after a p...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 14:43:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Trains Galore...</title>
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            <description>I spent another long morning down at the rail yard.&amp;nbsp; I hiked all the way from where the old train station used to be to the end of that old dilapidated cotton mill.&amp;nbsp; One thing about walking the tracks is you get to see the backside of town.&amp;nbsp; I did get to see two trains which thrilled my soul.&amp;nbsp; I waved vigorously at the engineer as one train passed.&amp;nbsp; Helen is already here.&amp;nbsp; She is washing my sheets and comforter.&amp;nbsp; Soon, she will get supper started.&amp;nbsp; She is frying pork chops and preparing rutabagas, mashed potatoes, pear salad, and cornbread muffins.&amp;nbsp; My mouth is already watering.&amp;nbsp; Folks, I really don't know what to write these days.&amp;nbsp; This is the first time in the life of this blog that I have nothing to say or write.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, th...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 15:18:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>To Feel Good...</title>
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            <description>There is no better thing than to have your health!&amp;nbsp; My grandfather often said that before and after he fell ill with a brain tumor.&amp;nbsp; We all take it for granted until we get sick.&amp;nbsp; I've had a hard row to hoe these past two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Wracked with panic attacks, each day would be hell.&amp;nbsp; My attacks are extremely physical even going so far as to make me see things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finally, I seem to have some relief.&amp;nbsp; Two days so far without an attack.&amp;nbsp; I fear to say it though.&amp;nbsp; Fear I will jinx this fair health spell.&amp;nbsp; I worry I won't ever be able to function at full capacity again (One attack came on just by me cutting my front lawn!). Helen is home cooking supper.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, I won't be able to eat until after 9 or so.&amp;nbsp; I did get her to cook a sav...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 21:38:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Chicken Tango...</title>
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            <description>Helen's chicken pot pie was delicious.&amp;nbsp; I had never had it this way before, but Helen put sliced boiled eggs in her pie.&amp;nbsp; It was delicious.&amp;nbsp; Me and Maggie had some more warmed up for lunch today along with a slice of lemon meringue pie. I was talking to Dad last night about Helen. &quot;I just feel uncomfortable about this,&quot; I told him. &quot;I don't want her to go to too much trouble.&quot; &quot;It's only one day a week,&quot; Dad told me. &quot;Helen needs the extra money.&amp;nbsp; You would be doing her a favor by letting her work.&quot; &quot;I never thought of it that way,&quot; I replied which made me feel better about the whole situation. Today is going to be a railroad day.&amp;nbsp; I am fixing to drive down to the railyard and do some railfanning.&amp;nbsp; Only two more days till I get money again as well.&amp;nbsp; I am ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 17:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Run from Ruts</title>
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            <description>How do you break free&amp;nbsp;from ruts that freeze your brain?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When work settings&amp;nbsp;seem dominated by one mental approach only &amp;hellip; or when financial fears grip the news?Here are a few suggestions&amp;nbsp;to run from ruts that&amp;nbsp;banish brains&amp;nbsp;into traps&amp;nbsp;of fear and panic: 1. Mingle meaningfully with visionaries who communicate ways to use talent as a map forward in times of fear or chaos.2. &amp;nbsp;Build diverse teams at work and ask for new ideas in advertising, sales, and problem solving approaches. &amp;nbsp;3. Take a risk and implement one new insight that will improve the way you think, lead and resolve conflicts. &amp;nbsp;4. Create an innovative climate for ongoing exchanges among workers who appear receptive to change. Ask for their ideas about changes and then supp...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 04:19:23 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>What does Herd Mentality Cost?</title>
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            <description>It may be faster and easier and bring in more money ... to teach everybody the same, build stuff the same, and follow all the same rules daily. But where&amp;nbsp;will it lead?My friend and fellow writer Galba Bright raised the idea in a comment on my site this morning &amp;ndash; and that led to a bigger question. What does our growing herd mentality cost?Do you find yourself longing for more of what Helen Keller spoke for &amp;hellip; when she said &amp;hellip; &amp;ldquo;Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing at all.&amp;rdquo; Let&amp;rsquo;s look again to creative geniuses who feared the herd mentality for its capability of sinking a nation and zapping people&amp;#39;s reflective power. Look at wars that we wage again and again &amp;ndash; and you&amp;rsquo;ll see what I mean. Only a great deal of innovation can...</description>
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