<?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-5753202</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:42:34.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>budnickchick</title><subtitle type='html'>Living Life Backwards</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-115544507265613230</id><published>2006-08-12T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:00:54.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you think about you bring about?</title><summary type='text'>The mind is an amazing thing. The way it thinks, and processes what it believes. It seems that when I look around and listen I am hearing what seems like a common thread. Most people who are generally happy, and people who are successful too, think of themselves as lucky, blessed, or in some way favored. And people who, well, aren't happy or successful, believe they are either unlucky or the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115544507265613230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=115544507265613230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/115544507265613230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/115544507265613230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-you-think-about-you-bring-about.html' title='What you think about you bring about?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-115509030975772144</id><published>2006-08-08T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:25:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other night I was watching the movie Kingdom of Heaven and there was a part of the movie I just couldn't shake. It was a scene after the epic battle where Orlando Bloom and the people he was leading surrendered Jerusalem, a man approached Orlando Bloom and said something to the effect that he (Bloom) could not have done so much good if God had not been with him.   It made me think of some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115509030975772144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=115509030975772144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/115509030975772144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/115509030975772144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/other-night-i-was-watching-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-115046680424618294</id><published>2006-06-16T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:19:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE THAN JUST A FULL MOON</title><summary type='text'>If you have ever worked with the public, been with the public or just been around people, you may have noticed behaviors that just defy any sane or reasonable explanation. It has come to my attention that more and more often I am being challenged to deal with behavior that seems less and less normal. Has something happened to our society? Or have I just begun to smell the coffee?Mental disorders </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115046680424618294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=115046680424618294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/115046680424618294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/115046680424618294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-than-just-full-moon_16.html' title='MORE THAN JUST A FULL MOON'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-114994739627945201</id><published>2006-06-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T06:49:56.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems and Prayer</title><summary type='text'>If my problems have brought me to prayer, then they have served a purpose.p.161 Courage to Change</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114994739627945201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=114994739627945201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/114994739627945201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/114994739627945201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/problems-and-prayer.html' title='Problems and Prayer'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-114378710184461185</id><published>2006-03-30T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:50:57.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES...Today I attended WOW, Women of the Word). It is the first time I have been to a women's Bible study for a couple of years. Some of the questions were have you ever been judged by another Christian, how did you feel, what would you consider essential doctrines or beliefs, and what in your opinion, constitutes essential behavior. I had done my homework so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114378710184461185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=114378710184461185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/114378710184461185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/114378710184461185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-114369790487247669</id><published>2006-03-29T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:52:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Good.</title><summary type='text'>It is good to be getting back into the swing of things. We attended church tonight. Still so many of the same faces at Canyon Ridge. They are my friends, even though I may not know them well or speak with them often. We are connected in some way. That is good. I had my hair shaped up this afternoon with the same gal who used to cut my hair a few years back. That was good. When I returned home, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114369790487247669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=114369790487247669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/114369790487247669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/114369790487247669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-good.html' title='What is Good.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-114145078979233962</id><published>2006-03-03T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:40:21.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>The man I love is beautiful, generous, gifted, and so loved yet doesn't even know it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114145078979233962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=114145078979233962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/114145078979233962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/114145078979233962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-113667697016841916</id><published>2006-01-07T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:00:28.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back</title><summary type='text'>Dorthy form the Wizard of Oz said that there was no place like home. After having been away form Vegas for just over two years, I think I know what she was talking about. I didn't really think I missed Vegas that much...that was until we returned.  It feels like a favorite pair of comfortably broken in shoes. Life has gone on for the past two plus years, and yet it sort of feels like I took a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113667697016841916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=113667697016841916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113667697016841916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113667697016841916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-113502859406647703</id><published>2005-12-19T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:43:14.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again...</title><summary type='text'>It will be another address change this year. We should be back in Vegas this time next week. Actually looks like we will be there for Christmas. It has been so cool to play in the snow with the kids, well Kaelyn anyway. I never realized how peaceful that white fluff drifting down really is. With that said, I probably won't be posting for sometime. So please have a Merry Christmas and Happy New </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113502859406647703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=113502859406647703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113502859406647703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113502859406647703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-113346365372694590</id><published>2005-12-01T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:24:08.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever would of thought...</title><summary type='text'>I didn't know snow flakes came in the size of quarters. Yesterday while driving home from work the snow the flakes were the size of quarters. Today when we awoke there was a blanket of snow six inches deep, and the drive to take the boys to work was three time it's usual 15 minutes. I must say driving in the snow has been an experience. The only thing similar to this is driving in the rain...but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113346365372694590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=113346365372694590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113346365372694590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113346365372694590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/whoever-would-of-thought.html' title='Whoever would of thought...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-113213916719633384</id><published>2005-11-16T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T03:06:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Test...True Success</title><summary type='text'>Our human relationships are the very conditions in which the ideal life of God should be exhibited.   Oswald Chambers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113213916719633384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=113213916719633384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113213916719633384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113213916719633384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/true-testtrue-success.html' title='True Test...True Success'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-113089273035730055</id><published>2005-11-01T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:52:10.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little steam.</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES...Ah after my last post I felt better. Sorry.  The funny thing, the people who need to know these things, don't read my blog. May be the blog will help me sort things out, like for me what is a mountain and what is a mole hill. And until then, I guess you folks will be my practice people. Thanks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113089273035730055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=113089273035730055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113089273035730055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113089273035730055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-little-steam.html' title='Just a little steam.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-113003806636807786</id><published>2005-10-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:54:19.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIDE, PITY,  &amp; DIGNITY...</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES...I am preplexed about other people's reactions when one's life is less than a cake walk. Sure I can understand concern, compassion, and empathy. I can even understand their wanting to help-make you feel better or fix things. I sometimes think people speak because they may not know what to say or do, like speaking without thinking. If your life has ever been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113003806636807786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=113003806636807786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113003806636807786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/113003806636807786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/pride-pity-dignity.html' title='PRIDE, PITY,  &amp; DIGNITY...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112950345247441361</id><published>2005-10-16T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:57:32.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Condition of My Heart.</title><summary type='text'>I just arrived back to Boise about an hour ago. Yesterday I drove to Montana with Bill for a new job for him there. Leaving him at the airport was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done. Sometimes I get angry with him and dream of leaving him, then other times, like today, I can't imagine living without him. Just call me Yo Yo. I feel like I have had part of my heart removed.   As it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112950345247441361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112950345247441361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112950345247441361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112950345247441361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/condition-of-my-heart.html' title='The Condition of My Heart.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112713565991331916</id><published>2005-09-19T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:27:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not to Blog</title><summary type='text'>Today my heart is into blogging(?), but my mind...well that's another story.Some random thought since my last blog have been as follows:I was thinking about Jesus and the rich young ruler. Jesus and this young ruler have a chat. Jesus tells the guy to go and sell all he has and follow Him. And as the story goes this guy leaves sad, lots of stuff...Having recently moved I can identify with more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112713565991331916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112713565991331916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112713565991331916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112713565991331916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not to Blog'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112675408303353642</id><published>2005-09-14T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:14:43.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112675408303353642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112675408303353642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112675408303353642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112675408303353642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/underlying-causes-or-just-_112675408303353642.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112675364555498398</id><published>2005-09-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:07:25.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112675364555498398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112675364555498398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112675364555498398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112675364555498398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/underlying-causes-or-just-_112675364555498398.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112637692402975610</id><published>2005-09-10T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T11:31:44.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112637692402975610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112637692402975610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112637692402975610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112637692402975610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112636548025056807</id><published>2005-09-10T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T08:18:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid." -Benjamin Franklin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112636548025056807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112636548025056807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112636548025056807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112636548025056807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-are-all-born-ignorant-but-one-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112632735273298990</id><published>2005-09-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:42:32.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 9, 1983</title><summary type='text'>Twenty-two years ago today Bill and I were married. Who ever would have thought we would still be married? My friends were betting that we wouldn't last six months. I have to say, that staying married is the hardest thing I have ever done. To all my single friends- before you get married keep both of your eyes wide open, then when you get married, close one, better yet...close one and squint with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112632735273298990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112632735273298990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112632735273298990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112632735273298990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/september-9-1983.html' title='September 9, 1983'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112606767510362696</id><published>2005-09-06T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:59:25.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise or Bust part 2</title><summary type='text'>The Reynold's Series of Unfortunate EventsMoving Day: Thursday August 11, 20053:00am. Pulling out of the drive way,(an hour later than planned) the car wasn't on the dolly correctly. We had to secure the car better. Bill had the boys put the car on the dolly and secure it...3:30am. On the road.Just out of Sacramento, we pull over for some Starbucks, only to find out the lights on the trailer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112606767510362696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112606767510362696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112606767510362696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112606767510362696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/boise-or-bust-part-2.html' title='Boise or Bust part 2'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112496918912390147</id><published>2005-08-25T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T06:55:44.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise or Bust... Moving Recap part 1</title><summary type='text'>We have been in Nampa (a small town about 20 min. outside of Boise) for two weeks now. Things seem to be settling in. But let me tell you I really didn't think we would survive the whole move thing. It was the hardest thing EVER! I couldn't believe the way things were turning out so the kids and I started to keep track. To us it was pretty unbelievable.Before the move we had a plan, we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112496918912390147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112496918912390147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112496918912390147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112496918912390147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/08/boise-or-bust-moving-recap-part-1.html' title='Boise or Bust... Moving Recap part 1'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112339418850154031</id><published>2005-08-06T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:56:28.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See Ya Later SJC</title><summary type='text'>Tonight was my last night working at the San Jose Airport. I feel sad. I feel like I am leaving my family behind. It was 19 months ago I began working at SJC. So much has happened. I have learned so much, and yet I have so much more to learn still. Time has really flown by. I have met some of the most wonderful people there. I know they really like me:) When the airport would be a nut house, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112339418850154031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112339418850154031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112339418850154031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112339418850154031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/08/see-ya-later-sjc.html' title='See Ya Later SJC'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112243899778492546</id><published>2005-07-26T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:38:38.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think moving is like dancing!</title><summary type='text'>Even though you try to be stay in time you can miss a step. We gave our landlord our 30 day notice about a week ago and have about 3 weeks to be out of here. We have also secured a home that we need to set up in less than 3 weeks. And yes I am procrastinating, I should be packing, I'm trying to motivate myself, no one is home, so I will reward myself with visits to my computer :)if I do my work. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112243899778492546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112243899778492546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112243899778492546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112243899778492546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-moving-is-like-dancing.html' title='I think moving is like dancing!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112217412187001457</id><published>2005-07-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:56:07.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next chapter of the Reynolds: Boise or Bust</title><summary type='text'>What can ya say? Some time life really changes. Who ever would of thought? Can you believe how many people don't even know where Boise is? Oh yeah it's pronounced Boy see. In less than 2 weeks we will reside is Idaho. It seems funny to me how we do things in our family. Quick. Sometimes there are regrets, but usually not. Many times I'm glad things aren't dragged out. Some families plan,and plan,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112217412187001457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112217412187001457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112217412187001457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112217412187001457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/07/next-chapter-of-reynolds-boise-or-bust.html' title='The next chapter of the Reynolds: Boise or Bust'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112170003533264329</id><published>2005-07-18T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:38:47.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airline</title><summary type='text'>I has dawned on me that some of my family and friends may not know what I do when I'm not wearing my mom/wife hat, so I will let you know about the other hat I wear, the hat of a CSR. I work for America West Airline. I am a Customer Service representative, also known as a CSR or CSA. I have worked in this position for the past 18 months. Most days I LOVE my work, most days. If you have ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112170003533264329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112170003533264329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112170003533264329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112170003533264329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/07/airline.html' title='Airline'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-112044912027570462</id><published>2005-07-03T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T07:37:57.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's about change, nothing ever stays the same.</title><summary type='text'>It's pretty sorry when you can't even remember when your last blog was or how to do it. Must have been about 6 months ago. So much has happened and so much has changed and so much more is about change again. Where does it begin, where will it end? Sometimes I wish my life were a book I could read and put down if I didn't want to read about a part. Or it could be a movie, yeah a movie. I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112044912027570462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=112044912027570462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112044912027570462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/112044912027570462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2005/07/lifes-about-change-nothing-ever-stays.html' title='Life&apos;s about change, nothing ever stays the same.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-110268728274527140</id><published>2004-12-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T06:01:22.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We must keep the vision alive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/110268728274527140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=110268728274527140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/110268728274527140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/110268728274527140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/12/we-must-keep-vision-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-110187166164092832</id><published>2004-11-30T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:27:41.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><summary type='text'>Today I feel sort of empty. Like a deflated balloon or a wilted flower. I think there is a hole in my heart and a part of me is disappearing. Life is hard because it's all about change. It truely is the only thing you can count on. Sometimes I don't want things to change.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/110187166164092832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=110187166164092832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/110187166164092832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/110187166164092832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/11/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-110080784120954111</id><published>2004-11-18T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:57:21.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God is so not like us. For this I am glad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/110080784120954111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=110080784120954111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/110080784120954111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/110080784120954111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/11/god-is-so-not-like-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-110032023582548918</id><published>2004-11-12T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T20:32:09.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G Ma B.</title><summary type='text'>The kids and I went to So.Cal. this past Tues. to see Bill's grandmother, their great grandma. She is in her late 80's and has alzheimers. She also is now in a convalescent hospital. She has been given 6 months to live. It seems old age is very cruel. I was so sad to see this beautiful Christ serving woman in such a vulnerable state. The happy side of seeing her is that she recognized the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/110032023582548918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=110032023582548918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/110032023582548918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/110032023582548918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/11/g-ma-b.html' title='G Ma B.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109976904627982800</id><published>2004-11-06T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T11:24:06.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Think...</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about people and some of the things they like. I was also wondering if there is some kind of personality connection. For example people are usually either dog people or cat people. People either like black licorice or they don't. There are probably more love/hate things to but, I can't think of them right now. Do you know what I mean?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109976904627982800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109976904627982800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109976904627982800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109976904627982800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-you-think.html' title='Do You Think...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109949374262678434</id><published>2004-11-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T06:57:52.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOUDS</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever looked at a cloud? I mean really looked? They are amazing! They change right before your eyes. While walking by my kitchen window I noticed the colors, the pale pinks against the grays with deep purples mixed in. Amazing. After a few more minutes I passed by again and the pink colors were gone, but now the shades of grays were unbelievable. Who ever would have thought there were so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109949374262678434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109949374262678434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109949374262678434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109949374262678434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/11/clouds.html' title='CLOUDS'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109899510805003793</id><published>2004-10-28T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T13:25:08.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Season</title><summary type='text'>I think this is going to be a long winter.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109899510805003793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109899510805003793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109899510805003793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109899510805003793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-season.html' title='Another Season'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109896981417117649</id><published>2004-10-28T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T06:37:50.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it??????????????</title><summary type='text'>How is it that those who push us away the most, and are the least lovable really need love the most?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109896981417117649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109896981417117649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109896981417117649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109896981417117649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-is-it.html' title='How is it??????????????'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109883814079135368</id><published>2004-10-26T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T17:49:00.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESThis past weekend was a rough one. Thank God, tomorrow is a new day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109883814079135368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109883814079135368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109883814079135368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109883814079135368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109865209813376609</id><published>2004-10-24T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T06:03:11.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW MEANING</title><summary type='text'>I want to redefine the meaning of love. Lets let it read (especially to those closest to me): I can treat you however,I want and it doesn't matter how it makes you feel, because I love you. I don't have to tell you the truth, but you have to tell me the truth, because I love you. And I don't have to say "sorry" either, because I love you. I can have a double standard because, I love you. For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109865209813376609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109865209813376609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109865209813376609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109865209813376609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-meaning.html' title='A NEW MEANING'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109862929202341533</id><published>2004-10-24T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T07:59:21.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESIt's said that we hurt the people closet to us the most. How can that be? We say with ease, "I love you." Yet there is little if any patience, kindness, long suffering, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... Can this really be called love. Or do most of us have a distorted idea of what love is? When complete strangers can be treated with more kindness and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109862929202341533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109862929202341533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109862929202341533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109862929202341533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109836359120420451</id><published>2004-10-21T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T05:59:51.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IF...</title><summary type='text'>What if while we slept, we entered into another realm/world, were a different person, and lived an entirely different life?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109836359120420451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109836359120420451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109836359120420451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109836359120420451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-if.html' title='WHAT IF...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109821568623668276</id><published>2004-10-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T12:54:46.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is pretty cool. We are having the first storm of the season. I usually wake up in the dark and later watch the sun rise, not today. It was dark as night at 9:00am., windy, cold and rainy. The forecasters predicted a soaking rain and that it is. The creeks are full and rushing. The rain has been steady. Not like a Vegas rain, where the total rainfall for the year can come from one storm. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109821568623668276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109821568623668276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109821568623668276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109821568623668276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-is-pretty-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109784805497686092</id><published>2004-10-15T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T11:40:45.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Place</title><summary type='text'>     Writing/Blogging can be pretty fun when it can be done without seeking anyone else's approval, not caring about their criticism, or whatever ... Ya know? Obviously, nothing ever unkind. I guess their is plenty of responsibility depending on what or who you are writing to or about, but otherwise, a pretty safe and fun way to be creative and express your thoughts. I'm enjoying myself today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109784805497686092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109784805497686092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109784805497686092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109784805497686092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/dark-place.html' title='The Dark Place'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109728748403228942</id><published>2004-10-08T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:02:56.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Spent</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESSome days I just feel like there is so much life I'm not living. It's that spiritual connection in the ordinary that I'm not content with. I find myself romanticizing a life much more risky, on the edge, in your face,... Oh now Mom, don't worry, I won't do anything irrational, maybe just jump off the bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109728748403228942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109728748403228942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109728748403228942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109728748403228942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/10/time-spent.html' title='Time Spent'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109655015614113563</id><published>2004-09-30T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T04:34:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE is not a neat, orderly sock and underwear draw.</title><summary type='text'>  Recently I have come to the conclusion that people like to live life in basically two different ways. Either they like it like  neat and orderly, or kind of, well, not so neat and not so orderly. The best example I can give of this is the difference between my husband and me. My husband's sock and underwear draw and mine are completely different. His draws are neat and orderly and mine well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109655015614113563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109655015614113563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109655015614113563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109655015614113563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-is-not-neat-orderly-sock-and.html' title='LIFE is not a neat, orderly sock and underwear draw.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109647743092511386</id><published>2004-09-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T10:22:24.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when we listen we learn</title><summary type='text'>29 September, My Utmost For His Highest    If a man or woman is called of God, it doesn't matter how difficult the circumstances may be. God orchestrates every force at work for His purpose in the end. If you will agree with God's purpose, He will bring not only your conscious level but also all the deeper levels of your life, which you yourself cannot reach, into perfect harmony.    Several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109647743092511386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109647743092511386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109647743092511386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109647743092511386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/09/sometimes-when-we-listen-we-learn.html' title='Sometimes when we listen we learn'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109632214324214718</id><published>2004-09-27T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:55:43.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theif</title><summary type='text'>I don't know much about depression, but I know it hurts. I know I don't like it either. It is hard to see otherssuffering from depression. When someone is so sad it makesme sad too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109632214324214718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109632214324214718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109632214324214718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109632214324214718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/09/theif.html' title='The Theif'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109605218984523398</id><published>2004-09-24T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:34:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Day For Me.</title><summary type='text'>Over the past few weeks we have gone from a homeschooling family to a family with everyone in public school. It seems like the right thing to do for us right now. Change is so challenging. It can really stretch us as individuals, causing tremendous growth. I see that this is true in myself as well as my children. I see there are many decisions in our lives that will ultimately shape who we become</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109605218984523398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109605218984523398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109605218984523398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109605218984523398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/09/different-day-for-me.html' title='A Different Day For Me.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109582169644968255</id><published>2004-09-21T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T06:28:02.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical day in a typical week.</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it. It's the sound of the alarm already. How could it be I'm still tired. 2:45 a.m. rolls around fast. Get up. "Don't think about it or you may fall back to sleep". Up,up,up. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. Flip the light switch, grab the uniform from the closet, flip the bathroom light switch, hang the uniform. Shuffle to the kitchen, turn on the coffee I prepared the night before. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109582169644968255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109582169644968255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109582169644968255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109582169644968255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/09/typical-day-in-typical-week.html' title='A typical day in a typical week.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109465034099188312</id><published>2004-09-08T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:09:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><summary type='text'>The warfare is not against sin; we can never fight against sin- Jesus Christ conquered that in His redemption of us...The conflict is waged over turning our natural life into a spiritual life.September 8, My Utmost for His Highest. Oswald Chambers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109465034099188312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109465034099188312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109465034099188312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109465034099188312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109344818293945408</id><published>2004-08-25T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:36:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the bottom line.</title><summary type='text'>Words of WisdomPeople are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered,Forgive them anyway.If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives,Be kind anyway.If you are successful you will win some false friends, and some true enemies,Succeed anyway.If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you,Be frank and honest anyway.What you spend years building someone could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109344818293945408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109344818293945408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109344818293945408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109344818293945408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-all-about-bottom-line.html' title='It&apos;s all about the bottom line.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109262031433082560</id><published>2004-08-15T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:21:52.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rich...</title><summary type='text'>There is a woman I know, who upon meeting her appears to have everything. While getting to know her it soon becomes apparent that she really doesn't have everything. In the past she used to hoard what she did have. She had a wealth of this and that. Distractions of every imaginable kind. Her mind and body rarely slowed, least of all be still. It was busy minding the stuff, minding the prospects, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109262031433082560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109262031433082560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109262031433082560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109262031433082560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/08/rich.html' title='The Rich...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109163362384491548</id><published>2004-08-04T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T08:33:43.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life Backwards</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES   Yesterday I was talking to someone and was asked "What do you think our purpose here, on earth, is?" What a great thing to think about or even care about. At times I think I really get it, then in my arrogance and ignorance I feel the rock of wisdom, experience and knowledge crumble under my feet and I am humbled, I am a little child holding my Father's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109163362384491548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109163362384491548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109163362384491548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109163362384491548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/08/living-life-backwards.html' title='Living Life Backwards'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-109156766389048562</id><published>2004-08-03T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:14:23.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living life backward.</title><summary type='text'>When you start to look at life with all it's uncertainties, the only thing that you can hold onto is that it WILL change. People get sick. People die. Families move. Kids grow up. Kids move. Parents get old. People move. Places change. Fashion changes. Music changes. Hair styles change. Jobs change, new co-workers. Friends... The one thing that I know is that God doesn't change and all in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/109156766389048562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=109156766389048562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109156766389048562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/109156766389048562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/08/living-life-backward.html' title='Living life backward.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-107861819284518321</id><published>2004-03-06T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T16:12:05.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I do it?</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESOk after being away for a while I have sort of forgot how to do this, that my friends, is why my bolg hasn't been very current. Lets see if I can do this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/107861819284518321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=107861819284518321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/107861819284518321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/107861819284518321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/03/can-i-do-it.html' title='Can I do it?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-107441341739265859</id><published>2004-01-18T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:22:28.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making life more simple.</title><summary type='text'>God first.Family second.Wants are not needs.Honesty takes courage.Be honest, be tactful, but be honest.Contentment is being happy with what I have.Joy comes from inside.If I can't make an effort to love the unlovable, why bother pretending that I even know the meaning of the word?If I can filter much of what I do and think through these, I find rewards, like no regrets, waiting for me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/107441341739265859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=107441341739265859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/107441341739265859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/107441341739265859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2004/01/making-life-more-simple.html' title='Making life more simple.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-107075497823344856</id><published>2003-12-06T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:56:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Thoughts For My Mind</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES   The other day while I was at church I became accutely aware that my stability acts as an anchor to those around me. I may not be able to compel people to change or do what I want, but my life can influence them, especially if I live it in a balanced and unwaivering manner.  So if I am living a life pleasing to God, not self serving, not only do I benifit-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/107075497823344856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=107075497823344856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/107075497823344856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/107075497823344856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/12/new-thoughts-for-my-mind.html' title='New Thoughts For My Mind'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-107042446795786919</id><published>2003-12-01T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T20:08:26.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESOooooooH! I'm so excited! YES!! For those of you that may not have yet heard... I will move on to the next step in the hiring process for America West Airlines. YEAH!!! I really  do need to remind myself that I'm not there yet. But what the heck. For the past few weeks I have been checking the AW website, looking to see if there were any openings. And there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/107042446795786919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=107042446795786919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/107042446795786919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/107042446795786919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/12/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-106912786721571918</id><published>2003-11-17T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T19:58:43.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESSad, ya know in a place like America being able to worship the God of your choice in the manner of your preference is a right, and in other countries it could mean death. I for one take for granted this "right" or "privilege." I can spend as much time as I want with the God of this universe and yet I find myself hurrying through my quiet time to get on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/106912786721571918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=106912786721571918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106912786721571918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106912786721571918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/11/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-106896510233778527</id><published>2003-11-15T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T22:45:23.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESToday was a pretty cool day. We went to the Bay as a family. But as the day wore on it became more difficult to get along with everyone in my family. Maybe I was getting tired, but I don't really think that was it. I think I know in part why some things started to get to me, though I won't say here. Anyway when someone or something rubs me wrong I try to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/106896510233778527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=106896510233778527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106896510233778527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106896510233778527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/11/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-106869908095551276</id><published>2003-11-12T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T06:52:43.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESYesterday was Veterans Day. When I thought about it, I realized I couldn't give a good definition of it. My take on a holiday is that you shouldn't celebrate it if you don't know what it's about. So my search began, I went online and my memory was refreshed. In 1921, November 11th was the day set aside to remember America's Veterans of W.W.I. For a more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/106869908095551276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=106869908095551276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106869908095551276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106869908095551276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/11/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-106818702683164038</id><published>2003-11-06T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:37:04.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSESHave you ever dieted or just tried to eat more healthily? The thought came over me that if I was on a diet and was supposed to eat a particular way all would be good. You see I don't have a weight problem or any known health problems that require me to eat a certain way, but lets just say, I do know exactly where the cellulite on my body is and would prefer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/106818702683164038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=106818702683164038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106818702683164038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106818702683164038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/11/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-106800959361191164</id><published>2003-11-04T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:19:52.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES</title><summary type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES: This is my second attempt to put my thoughts into words. This a.m. I must have spent a good hour typing away only to have my thoughts vanish into cyberspace. What I typed about was how the image of a homeless man was frozen in my mind. Yesterday as I was becoming familiar with my new surroundings I saw a man that was standing in the middle of a parking lot,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/106800959361191164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=106800959361191164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106800959361191164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106800959361191164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/11/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses_04.html' title='UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-106770255175706692</id><published>2003-11-01T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:20:32.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES</title><summary type='text'>Because I don't know what I'm doing here, I make no sense. Both a lame excuse and a cause. I am working on my own here. Learning these buttons and stuff. For your sake and mine I hope I figure it out!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/106770255175706692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=106770255175706692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106770255175706692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106770255175706692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/11/underlying-causes-or-just-lame-excuses_01.html' title='UNDERLYING CAUSES OR JUST LAME EXCUSES'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-106766793870420841</id><published>2003-10-31T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T22:25:37.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever felt like if you could just survive the  next few minutes without doing anything else really dumb you might just make it. Today I did something that made a bad situation worse. I had great plans to walk in the Spirit and well, it didn't quite work out that way.  When I thought about calling a friend to tell her what I did and how bad I felt, I couldn't. In between my pride and guilt, I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/106766793870420841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=106766793870420841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106766793870420841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106766793870420841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/10/ever-felt-like-if-you-could-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753202.post-106239354903038151</id><published>2003-08-31T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T22:19:09.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a really nice day;) Spent it with B. He's my best and closet friend, no one knows me like he does and he loves me so much. Funny, married almost 20 years and no one draws out from me what  he does. Sometimes it's passion and sometimes it's rage. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/feeds/106239354903038151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753202&amp;postID=106239354903038151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106239354903038151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753202/posts/default/106239354903038151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budnickchick.blogspot.com/2003/08/its-been-really-nice-day-spent-it-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17414691273042449387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
