tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120533442012-02-10T20:26:38.966-08:00Gabriel Timothy Zeiglergabriel timothy zeiglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915899897555342621noreply@blogger.comBlogger781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12053344.post-4518759504683082302011-01-11T17:44:00.000-08:002011-01-11T18:27:46.921-08:00

"Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." - BuddhaHave you ever spent much time thinking about the sun? The sun in itself is pretty remarkable. Amazing. Without the sun, life wouldn’t exist as we know it. When was the last time you looked at the sun? When was the last time you looked at it without any special filter between your retina and its rays? Maybe on a

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You don't run from your future, you run towards it. Sometimes facing the inevitability of our future is scary; so we avoid it by holding on to our present - anything that may provide comfort. We fight change, or more importantly we make decisions to avoid our destined outcome. We seek solace in the things we feel we can control. All of that present comfort prolongs the joy that lies waiting for

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I love HSM... I'm a closet fan - well, I guess not so much anymore. But this makes me laugh every time I see it!Miaken... I'm using you... Hope you don't mind! :) Enjoy.Try JibJab Sendables® eCards today!

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"Love without courage and wisdom is sentimentality, as with the ordinary church member. Courage without love and wisdom is foolhardiness, as with the ordinary soldier. Wisdom without love and courage is cowardice, as with the ordinary intellectual. But the one who has love, courage, and wisdom moves the world." ~Ammon Hennacy (Catholic activist. 1893 - 1970) Someone once asked me about my

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There is a story about a boy and girl. Like most great stories involving two people, this one began at a very young age. There isn’t a time where the two recall a first meeting, nor a twenty-second for that matter. They only know that as long as they can remember, the other one has existed somehow, someway. Born only months apart, they grew together through short weekend interactions a few times

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My mind is elsewhere tonight. its somewhere away from where it needs to be. The thing is, I like where it is. I just can't seem to focus long enough to do the things that require my attention. As Dodger sits on my shoulder, I sit here in a place of excitement, curiosity, and anticipation. I have two roads in front of me. One I've been looking at for a long time. The other is one that is more

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Roots:~family, ethnic, or cultural origins, especially the reasons for one’s long standing emotional attachment to a place or community. ~the essential substance or nature of something~a part of a thing attaching it to a greater or more fundamental whole; the end or base~The part of a plant that attaches it to ground or to a support, typically underground, conveying water and nourishment to the

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"Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves." ~Albert EinsteinInteresting combination don’t you think?Yesterday, I went to the auto show. It was me, my bro, and our father. I was definitely amused. Not so much by the cars, but more so by everyone there - I’m a total people watcher. I can appreciate fine machinery just like the

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After a few conversations sparked by my last entry... it seems as if more was needed - or at least expanded upon. “We are not here to be alone, we are here for community - to create relationships - to make friends, and ultimately, to lose them. The losing part is the only guarantee we have. Its up to us to make the losing worth the while. To make the time we have together a reason to live.”Loss

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"... we are forced to know that life, every minute is borrowed time. And each person we let ourselves care about is just one more loss somewhere down the line. For this reason... ...we make it our job to move that line - to push each loss as far away as we can." ~ Grey’s Anatomy. What is interesting about last week’s episode is Meredith talked about the not knowing - and how that was the hardest

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Today, was a good day. Every day is really, but somedays seem to leapfrog others, and today was one of those days! It could have been the warmer weather, it could have been lunch, or just the fact that I played a bit of basketball (and watched more)... but then again, it could have been all of it. But now, now more than ever I need to focus. I need to realize how little time I have to get my

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Screw the odds. ...the odds mean crap. So people should face it and they should fight. ~ Lexi Grey, Grey’s Anatomy.Too often in life we look at what is most likely to happen, what do the numbers say. More often then not, they deter us, give us some level of confidence. Confidence that we fail to create because we’re afraid, afraid to fight for something we’re unsure of. That which we are unsure

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There is a song I have been hearing for about a year, but recently have had a different take on it. It is a good, catchy song called Rock & Roll by Eric Hutchinson. Its one of those songs that makes you want to sing along and get up dance to, but the message is pretty interesting. The chorus is:--------------------------------------------If they wanna rock they rockIf they wanna roll they

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Obama '08 - Vote For Hope from MC Yogi on Vimeo.

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It is now official, the gymnastics portion of the games has come to a close. As it has been filled with the emotional ups and downs of the various routines, one major culprit involved has been the judges. It's no secret that this sport has a degree of subjection. That being said, if there was any opportunity for a "home cooking," China definitely provided it. The head-scratcher of the games is

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No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. ~Hebrews 12:11I’ve said it before and I still prescribe to it, at least from certain moments to others, it is the unknown that will make you wonder. Make you second guess. Make you start to ask questions you wouldn’t normally ask - or

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When the majority of news is bad news, I suppose this is a breath of fresh air.Enjoy :)

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So its been awhile since I've posted anything, but I have to tell you... this season of the bachelorette has got me reeling! Really, I am stunned. As most of you know, I'm a sucker for these kind of shows. There is no honest way around it. I love a good love story. And this season, unlike the others (bachelor/bachelorette) has really drawn me in. This particular bachelorette, DeAnna Papas, is

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I have to send props to my friend Julie for introducing me. Wow! Check these videos out and tell me you're not impressed. I dare you! And while you're at it, might as well find out if they're playing anywhere near you. I know they will be in denver in July, and I'm doing whatever I can to try and get there to see them!! enjoy.

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Don’t wonder why people go crazy, wonder why they don’t.Crazy has a tendency to have a bad rap. Its connotation leads one to think poor of someone or something. But you know what? I want crazy. I want to experience it in all facets of my life. I want to be the fool. I want to be so fricken enthusiastic about what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with that the only way to describe the moment would

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I like George. Its true. I like George. I don't know why specifically. Maybe its because he reminds me of a friend, or maybe it's because he's relatable. Maybe I like George because he doesn't hide, is honest, and vulnerable. Then again, maybe it's because he's a character in one of the coolest TV shows ever. But for whatever the reason... George is my guy.As most of you know, Grey's is back. For

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This has got to be a factor on why I like the acoustic guitar.

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Okay, my disclaimer first for all those out there reading. I'm not looking, not interested, and not found wanting... but this is entertaining.In the last few days dating back to Thursday, my Yahoo personal page has got I-kid-U-not: 91 hits. I've had my yahoo personal page for probably two years. I'm a casual user who doesn't do much with it. In fact, I haven't tried to use it as a way to meet

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I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge -- myth is more potent than history -- dreams are more powerful than facts -- hope always triumphs over experience -- laughter is the cure for grief -- love is stronger than death. ~ Robert FulghumWhile in church yesterday, I had somewhat of a realization. I realized while singing, that I was not only in worship but in affirmation. (Some

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"You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” ~Mahatma GhandiSometimes movies will move you... maybe that is where the word movie is derived from. Although it is most likely short for moving picture, I think it should be derived from the very word: move. To move is to change... something. From one place to another, from one state or point of view, an opinion, to take action, to stir

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All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them. ~Galileo Galilei Nothing goes unsaid more than the thoughts we carry around in hope that someday a right time might accompany them. While we sort through those very thoughts of what could be; while we look for answers to questions we have yet to ask; while we search the dark places of our soul, one thing

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I want a dance party. Well, not a dance party specifically, but more the idea of a dance party. An escape from the daily grind, an opportunity to find peace through something so simple... something so oddly comfortable. Something I can only do with those who know me best. I guess thats the appeal really... the connection.

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I'm lying here with Dodger, knowing I need to write, but feeling like I'd rather put my words elsewhere. I haven't blogged much lately, probably due to the fact that I've been writing a lot for Grad School, and even though there is a ten page paper waiting for me to complete before turning it in tonight, I find myself plunking away here. Oh, the things we do to avoid the inevitable! Things

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So here I find myself in Packer-Garb. Some say I should feel honored to wear such a hallowed Jersey, but personally, not feeling the love. Most of you know I've grown up as a Viking fan. Even though my team is something to be desired, (five wins this year would probably be considered a success) I've still got that purple pride. So why? The reason... I lost a bet. And being the good sport I am

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Just felt like sharing. please feel free to comment. --------Before this class, I had never truly given much thought to creating a statement clarifying my Christian faith. And even now, although I am more knowledgeable concerning specific areas of study, I still feel as though I am unable to draft a statement to the capacity in which seems complete. That being said, I believe the Bible is the

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Hello. I sit here feeling as if I should be writing something great. A complication of words that provides reflection and a perspective to spark growth, or at least some introspective thought. Or maybe there is some story out there that will make someone smile... but not tonight. Tonight, I feel like writing, like sharing. Could it be I'm out of words. Could it be that in all my writing for

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Took this video last year at the blues & brews. Found it on my computer. Enjoy...notice that its snowing!

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Okay, Football fans, check this out! Wow!

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There I was, sitting in Green Mill, sharing a drink and an appetizer with a friend and my cell phone rings...."hello?"It was my dad, we'd been trying to connect in order to get some tickets to a concert next week, Gov't Mule and Grace Potter (super excited, can't wait to go!) After deciding on a course of action we said our goodbyes and I hung up..."KER-PLUNK!""What the...." I stammer as I start

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Gotta love this!

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We (my roommates and I) have a tendency to leave the door to our porch open during the day, basically for fresh air and to allow for the puppies to go in and out at their leisure.The last week and a half, I've walked around the corner to see squirrels running out the door. And one time, I was chilling on the couch reading, when a squirrel creeped in and Dodger, my parrot, threw him a nut... and

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Another year in the books, and another year at the blues and brews. And here I am, sitting here, soaking it all in. The party, the after party, the friends who could come and those who couldn't; thank you. And for all of you who have yet to experience this festival, maybe someday you will... its absolutely amazing. I can only hope that you all have the the chance to make the trip down here

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"My target is excellence. But in order to excel in achieving this target, I must excel in characterizing myself with excellent moral values and principles."Why do we do the exact thing we hate? I mean really, why? Is there something karmic in this universe that slaps us in the face and gets joy out of it? I don't have any exciting answer or even much of a solution, but I made a decision yesterday

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There's a song out there somewhere. Its gotta be, but tonight its escaping me. you know when you experience something that immediately puts you in a place of celebration, you jump in the car and there is this desire to find a song that fits the moment. Well, tonight I had one of those experiences, and tonight I could not find the song. I wouldn't go as far as to say it was extraordinary, other

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Ang, a very good friend of mine re-posted this and I feel compelled to share. At first, when I started reading, I thought that I may have to alter it to gear it towards men, but quickly realized that it already is. For me, as a man, it wasn't so much a wake-up call, but more of an affirmation and a reminder why I don't settle... and why it is I continue to wait. It may be similar for you. And if

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Its been awhile, to say the least. My last entry well over two months ago. Its not that I haven't thought about blogging -- thats the thing: I've just thought about it, with no attempt to follow through to put anything down on paper. So I figure... Why not tonight?!?I sit here as my roommate watches Borat. And as I sit here with no desire to participate, I feel a need to share. So much has

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The other night, as I'm walking into my new apartment, (not new as in just built, but new as in... recently moved) I'm interrupted by a strange man thrusting documents into my hands. As I'm telling my sister to hold on... and eventually that I'd call her back; I take the papers. And with probably a bewildered look, I'm trying to figure out why I'm holding foreclosure papers for the house that

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yes, its true. I feel haunted. Not by ghosts or ghouls or some other super-natural being. But there seems to be a preoccupation; a continual reminder of part of my past. It is in no way in an obsessive nature, but in areas of my day to day activity, I am continually reminded of a time, of someone, of something. These reminders continually pull me back to a place I must apparently long

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It is becoming more and more clear to me that my life is in some way beginning to be defined by the opposite sex. Currently, I work with mostly women and soon I will have three women as roommates; but the latest installment of this saga has to do with a team of eighth grade girls.Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my eighth grade basketball team, or should I say former basketball team of girls. The

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There is something about writing that becomes therapeutic. Letting words flow from thought onto paper...it seems to create some validation of thought and presence. It's self reflection, it's an opportunity to share and an opportunity to celebrate, to create...But for me, right now, its provides an opportunity to procrastinate. to delay the inevitable. Its giving me a few more moments inside. A

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so here I go again... trying to place random words together in a way that makes sense. All the while trying to make sense of this world filled with opportunity, serendipity, and confusion!I've been busy, too busy... so busy that the last two weeks feels like a blur. I get days confused, activities accomplished mixed up, and those I interact with daily look at me with awe... awe in the sense that

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I feel broken... I feel empty.... There is a longing in my soul that yearns to be fed. In my heart I know where to find the source that will satisfy, but its almost as I'm resisting--afraid of what might be. Afraid of where the road will lead. Its as if by hiding I create in my subconscious further opportunity for the earthly desires I look for. And by constructing these walls around my heart,

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If I would have created the word procrastinate, its definition would mirror the activities of my day today. And as motivated as I claim to be, the days that I am not continue to surprise me.Tomorrow must be better...

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This weekend is big. really big. My father has been officially inaugurated as president, and many festivities have and will follow. One of which followed the ceremony was a reception and ball. It has been wonderful so far. I've seen a lot of friends and family, met many people and overall have had a wonderful time... until I broke her fingers.Yes, I broke some student's finger or fingers. It

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Today, I found myself killing time and being drawn into a movie on tv. 13 going on 30 to be more specific. And right on the heals of not only taking a trip down memory lane, looking at old pictures from high school age activities and filling out some survey about whether or not I would go back to those days. I wouldn't want to, at least I don't think I would really want to. Why would I want to

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As I look at this glass slipper I'm holding, I know she's out there. I know that as I look at my reflection tilting the slipper from side to side, I begin to wonder if I'm ready, truly ready, for the woman God is preparing me for. I know that I may not be the man He continues to challenge me to become. I am persistently patient, anxious, and excited. It's past midnight and I stand in reflection

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A lot has happened in the past year. Many, many surprises. Some good, some not so good, but in the end its brought me to today, and today is a good day. I've been thinking about what to focus on this year, what should be my resolution for 2007. I've realized that what I need, what I desire most is to simplify. To get back to the basics and to focus on the things that matter most. Its not

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I had made a commitment to go to an 80's themed party, which to be honest, I was super excited for, I also had been invited to another friends, which I know would have been great fun. So I apologize greatly to you two for not coming... but maybe its karma, because here is what my night ended up looking like:There's really one reason why I decided to go where I did. The weather. I know, poor

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Its not whether you love someone, everyone loves someone and that doesn't change anything. Its in your actions. What you feel only matters to you. its what you do for the people you say you love. That's what matters, that is the only thing that counts. In how you honor the one you love. How you will do what it takes... not giving up and letting the chips fall where they lay. Being honest, having

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Last week I went to Rocky Balboa, When I was watching it, I couldn't help but think about Sly's real story. It is the story of Rocky. In the movie, Rocky is telling his son about how Life will beat you down, how it will continue to hit you hard to keep you there. And no-matter how hard life cuts you down you just have to keep getting up. And through that process, you will find out what you're

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Christmas is my favorite time of year. Its a time to rejoice, a time with family, a time of year where the world pauses, if only for a moment, to celebrate the birth of Christ. this year, as I removed myself from the chaos and distractions of all that goes on this holiday season, I realized that today really isn't completely about Jesus at all. Its about us. It is about you and I. Jesus was

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I love this song. I can't stop listening to it. And well... a repost is in order. I hope you enjoy the lyrics as much as I do.I used to live my life in fear, was worried all the timeFrom waking up to lying down, I had no peace of mind.The world became a darkened place, a struggle without endAlthough bitter times those were, the days that I became to understandI was only a manI grew up singing

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I sit here. I'm forcing myself to sit here, to think, to reflect, to try and have it make sense. I don't want to. What I want to do is something else, anything else. I want something to do or I want nothing. Its odd, how when you're required to face something you didn't think was going to happen -- you have two desires. How opposite those things are, one is to fill your day with so much that you

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As a personal trainer, it became very clear to me that for my client to be successful, he or she needed a strong social support system. This system would have to reinforce my clients goals and desires through continued motivation for perseverance. What I witnessed more often than not, was that the system that

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Repetition is the mother of skill. Through practice we develop certain skills that help foster talent. But the great thing about the development process, is that we are allowed to make mistakes, learn from them, and move forward with new opportunities. Opportunities that will lead to greatness...Lately I've had to field some question on the history of my relationships. The most interesting part

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"Anger and Resentment can stop you in your tracks. It needs nothing to burn but the air and the life it swallows and smothers. Its real though...the fury... even when it isn't, it can change you, turn you, mold you and shape you into someone you're not.The only upside to Anger then, is the person you become. Hopefully, someone that wakes up someday and realizes they're not afraid of its journey.

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As I dive further and further into my own leadership style...if you would like to call it that...I'm learning that the deeper I dive, the more I must rely on God. What I mean is, that He has shown us time and time again what leadership is and should be, and how our work is affected by it. For example, the Bible does not give priorities on the various types of stewardship or work. In fact, most of

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So...most of you who know me, know that I'm a sap...I mean, there are few times when watching any movie where I haven't cried! We all know I'm a sucker for love stories....but last night I went the the Exorcism of Emily Rose.I loved it...I mean it had its moments that made you jump...but towards the end of the movie, i was unexpectedly in tears. Go figure...I go to some horror flick to end of

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"Romantic" by definition is "imaginary but impractical, visionary". . . has romance left the scene, is it something that is often referred to in a past tense, something not of this age? Is it something in this day in age where any gesture would fall under ridicule simply because the mere impression of it lacks

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At Hope today, leadership was the topic... or rather shepherdship.We are sheep, we are lost and confused without a shepherd. As a Christian I am akin to one of the dumbest animals known throughout history. Many of us are shepherds in our lives in the organizations we find ourselves a part of. I was forced to look into the mirror today, in how and why I choose to lead. To be a leader or shepherd

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karmaI swear, it must be karma.Today, I got the opportunity to hear one of my favorite michael jackson songs hours before I expected to get up. How lucky am I?!?Let me tell you...It was a call to let me know that another store, not mine, was not open. Not only that, there was no one to be seen. No one who could open the doors anyway. So after a couple phone calls, I dragged myself out of bed,

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its official. In a matter of days I will no longer be working for caribou coffee. For those of you who do not know, I have accepted a position with eq-life. Excited is an understatement. But if I wasn't anxious before.... let me give you a small recap of my last couple of days:For starters, I opened the store yesterday. Another day started bright and early--sometime around the hour of four. After

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coffee house update...Remember the employee with the thank you card?she stopped in caribou looking for me today. I happened tojust walked in to ensure all was good, when I turn around, and WHAM!"hey!..." she started. Apparently she was still upset about walkingout on me. And is working for her old boss at another location.I'm just glad its not mine... but seriously... like I told her:water under

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There is something to be said for coffee drinkers. I myself, am not one. I get it though, the addiction, the social aspect, even having it be the official start to any day. And since I've been in charge of this coffee shop, I've seen many things, many different people in many situations. There are people who come in multiple times a day, the customer who will order the same drink 21 times a week.

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Three words. No more no less. We dance around them, we're afraid of them, yet at the same time we long to hear them. And when we do, its music to our ears. When we realize that we love someone, trying to find the best way to say it, or the right time seems to be as ever elusive as the "perfect" person. But thats what is so funny. Because when we realize we're in love, is when we realize that the

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What are we defined by? Is it our accomplishments? The things that we do for others to see? Do we perform in ways in public which define us? Is it how we want to be perceived or is it something more? The more that I'm thinking about... at least I'm beginning to think it is are much smaller moments. Moments of truth, behind the doors away from those we want to impress, in the shadows where we are

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When you're dreaming with a hoping heartThe waiting becomes the hardest partSuddenly the calendar becomes a measurementWhere timing plays the part of commitmentIs she really here with me?Does she desire what I will be?No she doesn't, because she can'tshe's afraid, she's scared, she's hesitantWhen you're dreaming with a hoping heartAnd waiting on love is the hardest partCaught between pushing on

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Apparently, I'm a wolf. Ya'll think it fits?The rugged wolf is athletic, good-looking and brims with self-confidence. A close relative of the domestic dog, it is stronger and more aggressive, managing to generate notoriety wherever it marks its territory. The wolf's dark reputation is mainly due to jealousy of its consistent success in work and romance. A wolf in full stride is quite impressive.

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We run out of it; there never seems to be enough. It goes too fast, too quick. We gage our lives by how we spend it, and by what we do with it. Sometimes it drags on and sometimes it feels as if it doesn't even exist. We punch the clock, we complain and compare, we long for more. It sits as the ultimate measuring stick--moment by moment we watch it pass, sometimes in the blink of an eye, and

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part of me can't believe I'm still awake. I'm so spent... I've had a day like no other. hmmm... How about I start with last night:So as I was driving home last night from softball. It was quite late, right around 11:30 p.m. I'm so tired, I just can't wait to get home so I can curl up under those welcoming sheets! As I sit at the stoplight I see the light change from green to yellow to red. I

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