<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108668159171849798</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:03:53.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Jojo's grab bag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aunt Jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121596139312632883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBGr28BFR6k/ShRfcsoMRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UnY4FzFV1VA/S220/DCFC0059.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108668159171849798.post-9208763883053129731</id><published>2010-01-30T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:37:12.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Beauty</title><content type='html'>“You're not going outside, are you, Gracie?” my mom asked me as she was walking in the house. She was just getting home from her night job as the sun was slowly beginning to rise behind her. “You'll get a cold!” My brain heard her, but my mind wasn't in her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't care,” I mumbled back in a sing-songy voice. I tied my shoes into double knots before standing up and walking to the front door. Sliding my headphones up to my ears, I opened the door and slammed it behind me as I jogged through the muddy yard and onto the sidewalk. It was a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puddles surrounded my feet as they hit the pavement. The mild splashing sound I could hear behind my headphones was the real music to my ears. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thump thump.&lt;/span&gt; My shoes rhythmically touched the ground. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Splash splash.&lt;/span&gt; The raindrops hit my cheeks in a quiet song of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathed in and out through my mouth as I moved quickly along the streets, absorbing the nature around me. The branches on the passing trees stirred as the leaves upon them danced to the songs of the birds. The bushes sways to a beat of their own. Cats meowed, seeking protection from the falling rain. All was beautiful, all was perfect, but none would last long before the town would wake up and make needless noise. People would clutter up the streets, and scare the natural beauty away until the next morning when we shall meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to all the sounds around me and saw the sights before me as my breathing began to get slightly heavier. There was one house that already had their lights on. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It won't be long now&lt;/span&gt;, I thought, browsing up at some birds happily tweeting in a nearby tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they know they didn't have long before their peace was disrupted? Or did they know the routine by now? Did they care about the busy days going on, or wish that the mornings could last forever? Questions barely came to my mind as I smiled a little grin at the nest filled with small birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a shame that such a beauty that I got to see every morning would ever be seen by few. Appreciated by no one but me. I loved those mornings when I could just get up and run, spending time with my love, the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108668159171849798-9208763883053129731?l=muffindroppings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/feeds/9208763883053129731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2010/01/natural-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/9208763883053129731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/9208763883053129731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2010/01/natural-beauty.html' title='Natural Beauty'/><author><name>Aunt Jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121596139312632883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBGr28BFR6k/ShRfcsoMRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UnY4FzFV1VA/S220/DCFC0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108668159171849798.post-3685701517779207243</id><published>2009-12-11T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:13:25.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Big Bang"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How the story of creation compares to the theory of the "big bang"---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People say that the big bang theory consists of this: the universe originated a rough estimate of 15 billion years ago. It is believed by some that everything consisted of a small volume of matter at an extremely high density, which then exploded. The matter then condensed to form atoms, elements, and much later on, galaxies and stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not going to argue with any of this, since there HAS been a fair amount of scientific evidence toward proving this theory plausible. I'm actually not even trying to disprove the possibility that the big bang did in fact occur. I'm sure it might've... In conjunction with God, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who support the idea of the big bang theory are atheists just trying to disprove God by saying we didn't need a God to start this world. What these people aren't thinking about, though, is that the big bang couldn't have occurred without something to have created it. It's true that some mass at high density may have exploded making what we call the earth and everything else, BUT, what created the mass? I'm sure it didn't just "appear". I know for sure that I haven't ever seen giant masses just appear anytime, and I don't think the scientists have seen it yet, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God created the world, but we don't know the exact details. None of us were actually there, right? For all we know, He may have actually created the universe by having some amount of volume and matter at a high density explode. It actually says in the bible (NAB) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 1:1-2&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless wasteland, and darkness covered the abyss, while a mighty wind swept over the waters.&lt;/span&gt;" It simply starts by saying that the earth was there. It didn't say how it got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bang theory could theoretically explain many of the things in the universe, but there are still some things that are not explainable from a theological point of view.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 1:14-16&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then God said : 'Let there be lights in the dome of the sky, to separate day from night. Let them mark the fixed times, the days and the years, and serve as luminaries in the dome of the sky, to shed light upon the earth. God made the two great lights, the greater one to govern the day, and the lesser one to govern the night; and he made the stars.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wonder about those who believe not in God but just some explosion and "BOOM!" we're alive is, how can they possibly believe this? We were given life by our Lord because He loved us enough to give it to us. Did some random explosion that couldn't have created us anyway also have loved us, something it was incapable of creating? Oh wait, I forgot, explosions can't love! Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we shall go back to that bit where I said explosions couldn't have created us. Even if EVERYTHING else in the universe was explainable by some explosion in this black abyss, it couldn't have spouted out living, breathing humans. It could not have spit out egg and sperm to meet with all the other things that came from the explosion. The likelihood of that is.. Well, there is none. Other than that, the only possibility is actually hand crafting the human. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 1:27&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God created man in His image, in the divine image He created him; male and female He created them.&lt;/span&gt;" Man was hand-crafted. God molded these beings himself. Tell me how science could explain this big bang doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another question you might ask yourself: why does everything make sense? Have you ever noticed that everything in science fits together perfectly? Red and blue always make purple, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually kinda like a Rube Goldberg device, life is. Doing a certain thing will have a certain outcome, but you have to plan it that way to get it just right; to make sure it all fits together. That means, that everything in life, the universe, had to be thought out very carefully. Who else other than He who we call God could have come up with this grand plan? Could it really be just one big coincidence that everything works together perfectly and it's all in just the right spot? Tell me; if you dump out a box of puzzle pieces onto the floor 100 times, how many of those times are they gonna fall perfectly into place to reveal the image? The same goes for this. For our stars, our moon, our galaxy, and all the other things out there. There is NO way that one explosion would have everything fit together this well unless someone specifically positioned things just right so that they would fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fitting together, dontcha just love how everything in the human body has a purpose and how each piece works together to keep you alive and well? Well where in my body is my soul located? Everything has to fit together, right? Everything scientific, that is. A soul is not something scientific, you see. Science has no mysteries. There may be things in science that are unsolved, but that means that they are, in fact, solvable. The human soul is not something you could solve or ever figure out how it came to be. It is not visible, detectable, recognizable, physical, or explainable. It just... is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No scientific study could explain how the soul came to be or how we have emotions. Sure, if you ask a scientist or a doctor, they might tell you that the frontal lobe in your brain controls your emotions. That's only true to an extent. The frontal lobe is indeed where emotions are dealt with. It controls how you feel about these emotions, and how you react to them; it doesn't cause those emotions to exist. That goes back to the soul. Remember that? The invisible, undetectable, unrecognizable, non-physical, unexplainable thing we touched on a bit earlier? Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 1:28-30&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God blessed them saying: 'Be fertile and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it. Have domination over the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, and all living things that move on the earth.' God also said: 'See, I give you every seed-bearing plant all over the earth and every tree that has seed-bearing fruit on it to be your food; and to all the animals of the land, all the birds of the air, and all the living creatures that crawl on the ground, I give all the green plants for food.' And so it happened.&lt;/span&gt;" We are the leaders of this world. We rule over all that is, other than He who gave us the power. No thing, no creature, no being, no event; nothing, can make something better than itself. All that is is incapable of creating something with more knowledge than the creator has himself. The only One that Who even has the possibility of being more knowledgeable than us would be God Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108668159171849798-3685701517779207243?l=muffindroppings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/feeds/3685701517779207243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/3685701517779207243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/3685701517779207243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-bang.html' title='&quot;The Big Bang&quot;'/><author><name>Aunt Jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121596139312632883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBGr28BFR6k/ShRfcsoMRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UnY4FzFV1VA/S220/DCFC0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108668159171849798.post-6009952710667564040</id><published>2009-11-13T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:21:51.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Old Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Curtain Climber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, spanking yourself before going into the kitchen does NOT make you any more allowed to go in there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108668159171849798-6009952710667564040?l=muffindroppings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/feeds/6009952710667564040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-year-old-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/6009952710667564040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/6009952710667564040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-year-old-fun.html' title='1 Year Old Fun'/><author><name>Aunt Jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121596139312632883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBGr28BFR6k/ShRfcsoMRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UnY4FzFV1VA/S220/DCFC0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108668159171849798.post-358026085422702713</id><published>2009-10-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:49:49.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wrote this for my friend, who is going for one of the most painful times in her life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;My name is unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't have a tomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I lived for 3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;In my mother's womb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wish I had seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;My mom's beautiful face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;The tears in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;And her loving gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;But sadly I died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;With no chance at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not one last breath left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll never grow tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll never be seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;The things made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;All that I'd miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;All that I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I know that it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;All those around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;To never know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not making a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll show you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;By telling you I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Am with God now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Please don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;You'll see me someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;In the far distant future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;The time will be worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll be waiting for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;R.I.P. little one. Your mother loves you, for the short time you were with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108668159171849798-358026085422702713?l=muffindroppings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/feeds/358026085422702713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2009/10/rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/358026085422702713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/358026085422702713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2009/10/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Aunt Jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121596139312632883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBGr28BFR6k/ShRfcsoMRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UnY4FzFV1VA/S220/DCFC0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108668159171849798.post-5779571930694455817</id><published>2009-10-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:58:36.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few words of wisdom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I don’t hold grudges. People ask my why I apologize for things that aren’t my fault, or why I forgive those who “don’t deserve to be forgiven”. Should I be without any friends because no one lives up to my standards? Or should it be because no one is as great and perfect as I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Holding grudges is all a matter of ego. To hold a grudge is to think that you are better in some way than the person the grudge is against. Yes, in that particular matter, you might’ve done something better than them; you might’ve even taken the fall for something they did. But honestly, everyone has done &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; to warrant another person being upset with them. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t like someone ignoring them or bringing up a past mistake of their’s, and anyone would prefer for it not to be done to them, but then they go and do it to someone else. People are hypocrites. I don’t want to be one of those hypocrites, so I don’t hold grudges, no matter what happened to upset me. I’d rather have imperfect friends than none at all. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108668159171849798-5779571930694455817?l=muffindroppings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/feeds/5779571930694455817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/5779571930694455817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108668159171849798/posts/default/5779571930694455817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffindroppings.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-words-of-wisdom.html' title='A few words of wisdom...'/><author><name>Aunt Jojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121596139312632883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBGr28BFR6k/ShRfcsoMRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UnY4FzFV1VA/S220/DCFC0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
