<?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-2780737288863096668</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:39:59.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In good writing, words become One with things...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1807449108168356105</id><published>2010-02-11T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:23:58.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cosmic Profile :: Tarot.com :: Tarot, Astrology, Numerology &amp; I-Ching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tarot.com/astrology/cosmic_profile/profile.php"&gt;Your Cosmic Profile :: Tarot.com :: Tarot, Astrology, Numerology &amp;amp; I-Ching&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1807449108168356105?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tarot.com/astrology/cosmic_profile/profile.php' title='Your Cosmic Profile :: Tarot.com :: Tarot, Astrology, Numerology &amp; I-Ching'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1807449108168356105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1807449108168356105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1807449108168356105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1807449108168356105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-cosmic-profile-tarotcom-tarot.html' title='Your Cosmic Profile :: Tarot.com :: Tarot, Astrology, Numerology &amp; I-Ching'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4578763241103858550</id><published>2010-01-05T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:50:46.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essential Authenticity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Identity is an elusive concept. We feel we must define ourselves using a relatively small selection of roles and conscious character traits, even if none accurately represents our notion of “self.” The confusion surrounding our true nature is further compounded by the fact that society regularly asks us to suppress so much of our emotional, intellectual, and spiritual vibrancy. Yet we are, in truth, beings of light—pure energy inhabiting physical bodies, striving for enlightenment while living earthly lives. Our true selves exist whether we acknowledge them or not, often buried under fears and learned behavior. When we recognize our power, our luminosity, and our divinity, we cannot help but live authentic lives of appreciation, potential, fulfillment, and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At birth and throughout our childhood, our thoughts and feelings were more than likely expressions of our true selves. Though we may have learned quickly that to speak and act in a certain fashion would win others’ approval, we understood innately that we were no ordinary being. There are many ways we can recapture the authenticity we once articulated so freely. Meditation can liberate us from the bonds of those earthly customs that compel us to downplay our uniqueness. Also, communing with nature can remind us of the special role we were meant to play in this lifetime. In order to realize our purpose, we must embrace our true selves by letting our light shine forth, no matter the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rediscovering who we are apart from your roles and traits takes time and also courage. If, like many, we have denied our authenticity for a long while, we may find it difficult to separate our true identity from the identity we have created to cope with the world around us. Once we do find this authentic self, however, we will be overcome by a wonderful sense of wholeness as we reconcile our spiritual aspect and our physical aspect, as well as our inner- and outer-world personae. As we gradually adjust to this developing unity, our role as a being of light will reveal itself to us, and we will discover that we have a marvelous destiny to fulfill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4578763241103858550?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4578763241103858550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4578763241103858550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4578763241103858550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4578763241103858550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-self.html' title='True Self'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-285221573014561595</id><published>2009-12-25T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T06:18:05.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing Better Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In order to live more peacefully with the past, it helps to remember that once we know better, we tend to do better. Prior to knowing, we generally do our best, and while it’s true that from the perspective of the present, our best doesn’t always seem good enough, we can at least give our past selves the benefit of the doubt. We did our best with what knowledge we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-285221573014561595?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/285221573014561595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=285221573014561595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/285221573014561595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/285221573014561595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/12/knowing-better-now.html' title='Knowing Better Now'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3057298955786678013</id><published>2009-12-08T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:13:41.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impossible Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Right in Front of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When it comes to the things we want, there always seems to be an endless list. No matter how many times we get something off that list, we add new things to replace it. In life, this drama of wanting and getting and wanting is all part of the dance. The things we want motivate us to get up and get them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And yet, at the same time, we can torment ourselves with our wanting, especially when we want something we can’t have or can’t find. It is in cases like these that it might be fruitful to entertain the idea that maybe what you really want is right in front of you. Maybe you are using this desire you can’t fulfill to distract you from truly engaging the blessings you already have. It may seem like that doesn’t make sense, yet we do it all the time. It may be easier to see in other people than to see it in ourselves. We have all heard our friends wishing they were more this or less that, and looking at them we see clearly that they are everything they are wishing they were. We know people who have wonderful partners and yet envy yours. We wish we could give these people a look at their situations from our perspective so that they could see that what they want really is right in front of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It’s not too far-fetched to consider that we might be victims of the same folly. It can be scary to have what we want. We get caught up in the chase and forget to enjoy the beauty right in front of us—like a child who never wants the toy she has in her hand but always the one just out of her reach. Take a moment today to consider the many things you are holding in the palm of your hand and how you might best play with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3057298955786678013?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3057298955786678013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3057298955786678013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3057298955786678013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3057298955786678013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/12/impossible-dream.html' title='The Impossible Dream'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2243094730187514162</id><published>2009-12-01T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:54:28.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything You Do Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The Ripple Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of six billion people, it’s easy to believe that the only way to initiate profound transformation is to take extreme action. Each of us, however, carries within us the capacity to change the world in small ways for better or worse. Everything we do and think affects the people in our lives, and their reactions in turn affect others. As the effect of a seemingly insignificant word passes from person to person, its impact grows and can become a source of great joy, inspiration, anxiety, or pain. Your thoughts and actions are like stones dropped into still waters, causing ripples to spread and expand as they move outward. The impact you have on the world is greater than you could ever imagine, and the choices you make can have far-reaching consequences. You can use the ripple effect to make a positive difference and spread waves of kindness that will wash over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the opportunity arise, the recipient of a good deed will likely feel compelled to do a good deed for someone else. Someone feeling the effects of negative energy will be more likely to pass on that negative energy. One act of charity, one thoughtful deed, or even one positive thought can pass from individual to individual, snowballing until it becomes a group movement or the ray of hope that saves someone’s life. Every transformation, just like every ripple, has a point of origin. You must believe in your ability to be that point of origin if you want to use the ripples you create to spread goodness. Consider the effect of your thoughts and actions, and try to act graciously as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile directed at a stranger, a compliment given to a friend, an attitude of laughter, or a thoughtful gesture can send ripples that spread among your loved ones and associates, out into your community, and finally throughout the world. You have the power to touch the lives of everyone you come into contact with and everyone those people come into contact with. The momentum of your influence will grow as your ripples moves onward and outward. One of those ripples could become a tidal wave of positivity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2243094730187514162?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2243094730187514162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2243094730187514162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2243094730187514162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2243094730187514162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-you-do-matters.html' title='Everything You Do Matters'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4746993505281077421</id><published>2009-11-26T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:12:49.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Unqualified Happiness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of our experiences are rooted in cause and effect, we naturally want to justify our contentment. We envision grand circumstances, stating that if only we could achieve this goal or obtain that possession, we would finally be in a position to attain happiness. As a result, satisfaction is always just out of reach and the very notion of grabbing hold of it seems like nothing more than a pipe dream. But the truth is that sincere contentment and fulfillment are never wholly the result of external events or situations. Though life’s joyful moments can ignite the spark of contentment within us, that spark is fueled by serenity long established in our souls. When we forget this, it is easy to become stuck in "if only" patterns of thought. If we concentrate on the natural serenity that exists within us, however, we can move forward unimpeded by disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circumstances you live through each day have the potential to bring both joy and despair into your life. Relying on the reactions they awaken within you to create an emotional foundation means living on a roller coaster of feeling whose course is determined by chance. Though you may yearn for the object of your desire—be it a new job, financial health, a spouse, or some other symbol of success—you have within you the power to be happy without it. Letting go of your "if only" thinking patterns can be as easy as recognizing that inward emptiness cannot be dispelled with outer world solutions. Try creating a list of your “if only”s. Then literally and figuratively let go of the items on the list by tearing it up or burning it. This simple action can help set in motion the intention to set you free, enabling you to make a fresh and balanced start in the present, unencumbered by regrets and unfulfilled desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will likely be periods in your life in which you find yourself tempted to seek a magic formula for fulfillment that is centered upon a single goal or achievement. But the ingredients that come together to form the seeds of happiness that can sustain your spirit throughout the triumphs and trials of existence come from within rather than from without. When your search for satisfaction is focused on your soul, you will never fail to find the joy you seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4746993505281077421?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4746993505281077421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4746993505281077421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4746993505281077421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4746993505281077421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-unqualified-happiness.html' title='Finding Unqualified Happiness...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1087544331358123130</id><published>2009-11-18T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:49:07.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You Never Know Who You’ll Meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our individual journeys take us into many unexpected situations where we encounter a wide variety of people—some quite like ourselves and some very different. We cannot anticipate these meetings, but we can make the most of them when they take place. When we are courteous as a matter of course and open-minded in our assessment of the individuals whose lives briefly touch our own, we are more apt to stumble upon surprising gems of wisdom that open our eyes to new worlds of possibility. Every person we meet can affect us profoundly, just as every situation we find ourselves in can teach us something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fully embrace this fact, it is essential that we acknowledge that everyone is valuable in their own way and capable of expanding our horizons. Since we never know when we will happen upon those individuals who will unveil truths before us, we should extend to all people the same generous level of kindness, care, compassion, and understanding. When we assume everyone we meet is special and treat them as such, we can develop a strong rapport quickly. By making an effort to adopt a positive attitude toward others at all times, we ensure that our emotions do not blind us to wisdom that may be lurking in difficult or distressing situations. We are accordingly receptive to knowledge that comes to us in the form of examples, advice, and direct teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These brief relationships ultimately have the potential to enrich our lives in a very concrete way. But the wisdom we gain is proportional to the attention we pay to the world around us. The responsibility is on us to maintain a state of awareness that allows us to recognize when we are in the presence of someone consciously or unconsciously in possession of knowledge that will change us significantly. When we are cognizant of the potential for unexpected enlightenment, we make a habit of turning strangers into friends, thus ensuring that we are never without a font of wisdom from which to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1087544331358123130?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1087544331358123130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1087544331358123130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1087544331358123130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1087544331358123130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/11/unexpected-enlightenment.html' title='Unexpected Enlightenment'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1809215373654425262</id><published>2009-11-14T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:18:16.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophies Reflected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"One's philosophy is not best expressed in words;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it is expressed in the choices one makes... and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;choices we make are ultimately our responsibility."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I do like to think that I have a philosophy of life. If there's congruency between my philosophy and the choices I make in life, then the world will see a person who is at peace, even when things seem to be going poorly.  If there's incongruity between my philosophy and my choices, though, then I'm probably not living up to my responsibility of making choices that reflect my life view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make choices every day, and I hope that they'll be positive ones, choices that contribute to the peace and love and compassion in the world, even in my own small way.  I hope that my feeling that life is to be lived fully will be reflected in those choices, and that I don't make choices based on whatever happens to be easiest at the moment, or on whatever will benefit me the most if it will hurt other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is out there for all to see, and I can only hope that people see a person who makes good choices that benefit the greater good, and not just himself.  I have a responsibility to the world to be the best me I possibly can be, and to be genuinely and authentically me--and whether I am or not is definitely a result of the choices I make, today and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me live my life, I truly hope that you can get a very good idea of the philosophies that guide my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1809215373654425262?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1809215373654425262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1809215373654425262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1809215373654425262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1809215373654425262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/11/philosophies-reflected.html' title='Philosophies Reflected...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2673209340822754985</id><published>2009-11-12T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:46:56.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Always Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meant To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our goals and dreams come to fruition so easily that it is as if an unseen hand has done much of the work for us. When this happens, we say it must have been meant to be. On the other hand, when dreams and goals require a tremendous amount of effort, we may interpret this to mean that our dream is not meant to be. However, difficulty is not necessarily a sign that our hopes and plans are ill-fated. On the contrary, difficulties and challenges along the path can be important parts of the project’s overall meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything goes smoothly, we feel blessed by the universe, as if a fleet of angels is guiding and supporting our every move. When things are rough or ambiguous, we sometimes feel that we have been abandoned. And yet, the truth is that we are blessed in both cases. Our angels and guides are always present. They may choose at times to back off and let us figure something out for ourselves, and this is when things seem difficult. But when things are difficult, we learn and grow in specific ways. There is a unique satisfaction that comes to us when we succeed at something that has been a challenge. Our sense of self-reliance expands, and our ability to endure and keep the faith is stronger for having been tested. We learn that we are capable of confronting and overcoming the obstacles in our path, and this empowers us to dream still bigger dreams, knowing that we will not be daunted by the challenges inherent in birthing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we find ourselves facing difficulties with a particular plan or project, the chances are we know already whether we are meant to continue on or let it go. We simply need to look within ourselves for the answer. When an idea is meant to be, it comes back to us time and time again. Then we know we can go forward, no matter what challenges arise, knowing that it is meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2673209340822754985?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2673209340822754985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2673209340822754985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2673209340822754985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2673209340822754985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-always-easy.html' title='Not Always Easy'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2347646397913265790</id><published>2009-10-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:01:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncharted Territory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of being lost is the same thing that makes it scary—it asks us to look within ourselves to find the way. If we have no map, we must go on instinct, relying on our inner compass to show us which way to go. This can be scary because so much seems to be riding on it. We fear we might go too far in the wrong direction, or become paralyzed and make no progress at all. And yet, this is the very challenge we need to develop our ability to trust ourselves. We are also learning to trust that the universe will support and guide us. We may believe this intellectually, but it is only through experience that it becomes knowledge of the heart. Learning to be okay with being lost and trusting that we will be guided, we begin our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can support ourselves by confirming that we don’t need to know exactly where we are going in order to take our first steps. We are learning to feel our own way, rather than following an established path, and in doing so we learn to trust ourselves. It is this trust that connects us to the universe and reminds us that no matter how lost we feel, and even as we journey, on the inner level we are already home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2347646397913265790?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2347646397913265790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2347646397913265790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2347646397913265790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2347646397913265790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/uncharted-territory.html' title='Uncharted Territory'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8904662112729314667</id><published>2009-10-14T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:11:10.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought to Ponder...</title><content type='html'>When you acknowledge that all people are deserving of love, compassion, consideration, and dignity, you are naturally more apt to treat them in the manner you yourself wish to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it goes without saying. Too bad more people don't realize this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8904662112729314667?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8904662112729314667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8904662112729314667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8904662112729314667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8904662112729314667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/thought-to-ponder.html' title='Thought to Ponder...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7150138864446815860</id><published>2009-10-13T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:15:03.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You Are There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening&lt;br /&gt;When the kettle's on for tea&lt;br /&gt;An old familiar feeling settles over me&lt;br /&gt;And it's your face I see&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that you are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a garden&lt;br /&gt;When I stop to touch a rose&lt;br /&gt;And feel the petal soft and sweet against my nose&lt;br /&gt;I smile and I suppose&lt;br /&gt;That somehow maybe you are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself awake without a warning&lt;br /&gt;Then I rub my eyes and fantasize&lt;br /&gt;And all at once I realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's morning&lt;br /&gt;And my fantasy is fading like a distant star at dawn&lt;br /&gt;My dearest dream is gone&lt;br /&gt;I often think there's just one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that dream is true&lt;br /&gt;And tell myself that you are there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7150138864446815860?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7150138864446815860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7150138864446815860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7150138864446815860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7150138864446815860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-13.html' title='10-13'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4377497561439837184</id><published>2009-10-08T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:09:48.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Discovery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By making an effort to explore new ideas and experiences, we call in exciting new energy to stimulate our lives. While we may be comfortable and satisfied with our lives the way they are, we can also make an effort to explore stimulating ideas and experiences. This will simply build upon the satisfaction we already enjoy. Even small efforts to expand our horizons can infuse our lives with positive energy and make us feel more vibrant, interested, and excited about life. We then benefit from a sense of enrichment and meaning that will positively enhance the quality of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4377497561439837184?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4377497561439837184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4377497561439837184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4377497561439837184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4377497561439837184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-to-discovery.html' title='Journey to Discovery...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1629394416939763764</id><published>2009-10-06T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:06:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror of Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is always a mirror. Who we are at the moment is reflected ever so loudly through the experiences of the moment, and through the people we associate with and surround ourselves with. As we evolve, life reflects back different experiences, which are presented as change."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Dragon Guru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curiosity is sparked by this, simply because it speaks absolute truth. The present experiences in our lives are always the end results of what we have been creating through our actions in the past, whether we want to believe it or not. It's easiest to see it in the people we've attracted into our lives, whatever caliber or quality they may be. What we feel we are missing or how we value ourselves at that moment is reflect back to us, more than likely it's the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always found myself to be surrounded by wonderful, outgoing, humorous, adventurous and vibrant people, and they're still entering my life on a daily basis. It's never brought me to question why someone was presented to me, something just didn't feel right, and suddenly our paths diverged. We simply didn't resonate on the same level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mystery life must be to someone that doesn't or chooses not to see that the answers to their present questions, lie not in the distant future, or in a different location, but rather right in front of them at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you, and see exactly what you've attracted into your life. The place you call home, the events of your day, and the people whom you call friends and acquaintances. Are you happy? Yes or no? If not, then change your present circumstances. Change will happen when you give yourself permission to release your white-knuckled grasp on the stories that you keep telling yourself that are only re-enforcing your present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have such potential to dream beautiful dreams, and yet we choose to suffer in the shadows of the nightmarish stories that we tell ourselves on a daily basis, that only exist in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your stories, change your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1629394416939763764?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1629394416939763764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1629394416939763764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1629394416939763764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1629394416939763764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/mirror-of-life.html' title='Mirror of Life...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7539669708638866457</id><published>2009-10-05T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:46:12.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Release Control...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Making an effort to be responsive to at least one new idea helps us relinquish our need to feel control over a situation. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Needing to be in charge often means that our fear of letting go overshadows everything else.&lt;/span&gt; Our feelings of power give us a false sense of security. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We might think that things will remain constant, but change is the very essence of life.&lt;/span&gt; When we remember that the only thing we have control of is our minds, however, we become more open to the world around us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Change no longer scares us and we are able to feel our resistance to new ideas softening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7539669708638866457?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7539669708638866457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7539669708638866457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7539669708638866457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7539669708638866457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/release-control.html' title='Release Control...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-62078567963432740</id><published>2009-10-04T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:33:25.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Getting in touch with the truth of our actions allows us to look at ourselves openly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It can be easy for us to rationalize our words, actions, and emotions when we simply reflect on what has occurred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;True introspection, however, involves being able to see the full extent of our actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;—both the positive and negative -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and to accept that picture in its entirety without trying to fit our view of ourselves into an ideal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Admitting our flaws and being honest with ourselves can then bring us to a greater understanding of who we are and how we function in our relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-62078567963432740?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/62078567963432740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=62078567963432740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/62078567963432740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/62078567963432740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/honestly.html' title='Honestly...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3491818819328990257</id><published>2009-10-04T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:09:02.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you say good-bye to someone or decide not to see them again,&lt;br /&gt;remember you are a moment in their story.&lt;br /&gt;Make it a story that doesn't leave a scar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3491818819328990257?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3491818819328990257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3491818819328990257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3491818819328990257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3491818819328990257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-you-say-good-bye-to-someone-or.html' title=''/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1872314959031039111</id><published>2009-10-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:01:34.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haven't met you yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised&lt;br /&gt;Not everything lasts&lt;br /&gt;I've broken my heart so many times&lt;br /&gt;I stop keeping track.&lt;br /&gt;Talk myself in&lt;br /&gt;I talk myself out&lt;br /&gt;I get all worked up&lt;br /&gt;And then I let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so very hard not to lose it&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a million excuses&lt;br /&gt;I thought I thought of every possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know someday that it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;You'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid that I'll give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's half timing&lt;br /&gt;And the other half's luck&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it's right&lt;br /&gt;You'll come out of nowhere and into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;And baby your love is gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I know that it will all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say all's fair&lt;br /&gt;In love and war&lt;br /&gt;But I won't need to fight it&lt;br /&gt;We'll get it right&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;And being in your life is gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every single possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid to give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said love love love love love love love&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1872314959031039111?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1872314959031039111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1872314959031039111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1872314959031039111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1872314959031039111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/havent-met-you-yet-im-not-surprised-not.html' title=''/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-804423650126642608</id><published>2009-10-02T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:33:35.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Gems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Experiences We Don't Understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have an experience that we don’t understand, but if we look deeply, or wait long enough, a reason for that experience will usually reveal itself. All the events in our lives lead to other events, and all that we have manifested in this present moment is the result of past events and experiences. We cannot easily tease apart the many threads that have been woven together to create our current reality. Experiences that don’t make sense, as well as any that we regret, are just as responsible for the good things in our lives as the experiences we do understand or label as "good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially important to remember at times when we feel directionless or unsure of what to do. It is often at times like these that we take a job or move to a place without really knowing if it’s the right thing to do. We may ultimately end up leaving the job or the place, but often during that time we will have met someone who becomes an important friend, or we may have an experience that changes us in a profound way. When all the pieces of our life don’t quite make sense, we can remember that there may be some hidden gem of a reason that we are where we are having the experiences we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s fun to look back on past experiences with an eye to uncovering those gems—the dreadful temporary job in a bland office building that introduced you to the love of your life; the roommate you couldn’t tolerate who gave you a book that changed your life; the time spent living in a city you didn’t like that led you into a deeper relationship with yourself. Remembering these past experiences can restore our faith in the present. Life is full of buried treasures. Chances are, you’re sitting on some right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-804423650126642608?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/804423650126642608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=804423650126642608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/804423650126642608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/804423650126642608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/10/hidden-gems.html' title='Hidden Gems'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-5570928638109749710</id><published>2009-09-30T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:24:50.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once in a While&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From bad luck, I'm walkin' away&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gettin' stuck, I'm not gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;To good things, I'm movin' ahead&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of dyin' an' I'm livin' instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' why we gave up&lt;br /&gt;But once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Comes and it fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's up and lightin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;I never could see it, it just passed me by&lt;br /&gt;Good things keep movin' along&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lookin' backward for something that's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' why we gave up?&lt;br /&gt;But once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Comes and fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what love is? It's weird and it's hazy&lt;br /&gt;And when I get scared, I can act like I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;When I think of your kisses, I'm still gonna smile&lt;br /&gt;I'm still gonna miss you once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' why we gave up?&lt;br /&gt;But once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Comes and it fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things keep movin' ahead&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of dyin', I'm livin' instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-5570928638109749710?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/5570928638109749710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=5570928638109749710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5570928638109749710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5570928638109749710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1378617973900922045</id><published>2009-09-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:32:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Fish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The fish in the water is never thirsty..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;So why do humans hunger for Love? We are surrounded by it, and it's even inside of us. I guess we just have to realize it. In order to see what we are, we must first see what we are not. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;What a beautiful day it's turned out to be, and an even better evening coming up! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1378617973900922045?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1378617973900922045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1378617973900922045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1378617973900922045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1378617973900922045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-fish.html' title='Am I a Fish?'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3069671840535495164</id><published>2009-09-28T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:57:09.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raincoat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Lyrics By: Kelly Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops bang like rocks&lt;br /&gt;On my windowpane&lt;br /&gt;I thought they'd never stop&lt;br /&gt;Never see the sun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;For way too long&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, enough's enough&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna throw out my raincoat&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go find me a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;And hang it up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Blues pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me a wreck&lt;br /&gt;Just like a rusty trombone&lt;br /&gt;But some things, they just sting&lt;br /&gt;Enough to move you along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna throw out my raincoat&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go find me a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;And hang it up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Blues pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna wait around&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwin' this old thing out&lt;br /&gt;Blues, blues, blues pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I don't need those blues hanging around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3069671840535495164?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3069671840535495164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3069671840535495164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3069671840535495164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3069671840535495164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/raincoat.html' title='Raincoat'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1521125443333927714</id><published>2009-09-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:47:38.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go and Let Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Taking a Leap of Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Many people, in heeding the guidance of their souls, find themselves contemplating goals that seem outrageous or unattainable. In the mind’s eye, these individuals stand at the edge of a precipice and look out over the abyss at the fruit of their ambition. Some resist the urge to jump, paralyzed by the gap between their current circumstances and the life of their dreams. Others make a leap of faith into the unknown, unsure of what they will encounter but certain that they will gain more in their attempts than they would bowing to self-protective instincts. This leap can be exceedingly difficult for individuals with control issues because the act of embracing uncertainty requires them to trust that surrender will net them the rewards they seek. Yet when you make a leap of faith, believing without a doubt that you will land safely on the other side, you can accomplish almost anything you set out to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;There have no doubt been times in your life when you chose to go where the universal flow took you. Yet you may encounter instances in which your objectives require you to step outside of the boundaries of your established comfort zone so that you may freely and actively jettison yourself into a new phase of your life. While you may fear what seems to be the inevitable fall, consider that in all likelihood you will find yourself flying. A successful leap of faith requires your attention, as it is the quiet and often indistinct voice of your inner self that will point you toward your ultimate destination. Understand that the leap across the chasm of ambiguity may challenge you in unforeseen ways but you will make it across if you trust yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Though you may anticipate that fear will be your guide on your journey across the abyss, you will likely discover that exhilaration is your constant companion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1521125443333927714?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1521125443333927714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1521125443333927714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1521125443333927714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1521125443333927714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-go-and-let-flow.html' title='Let Go and Let Flow'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-5667774945100256536</id><published>2009-09-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:58:01.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering Sex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sex is really easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There is sex everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Watching others, wanting others, getting others, doing others... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Though, it doesn't really mean too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now love, love is the difficult thing to find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Even if you are looking for it, which not too many people are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And, even if you found it, which not too many people do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Even if it was right there in front of you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No; how could you possibly see it with all the sex in the way?&lt;br /&gt;It really takes some guts to want love, find love and keep love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-5667774945100256536?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/5667774945100256536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=5667774945100256536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5667774945100256536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5667774945100256536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/pondering-sex.html' title='Pondering Sex...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3830782112021611860</id><published>2009-09-20T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:46:44.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That Don't Cost A Cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      THE GIFT OF LISTENING But you must REALLY listen.  No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response.  Just  listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      THE GIFT OF AFFECTION Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds.  Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER Clip cartoons.  Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet.  A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and may even change a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT A simple and sincere, "You look great in red", "You did a super job" or "That was a wonderful meal" can make someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      THE GIFT OF A FAVOR Every day, go out of your way to do something kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone.  Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone, really it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Before you say anything to anyone, ask yourself 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;                  Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;                  Is it kind?&lt;br /&gt;                  Is it necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Make promises sparingly and keep them faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Never miss the opportunity to compliment or say something encouraging to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Refuse to talk negatively about others; don't gossip and don't listen to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Have a forgiving view of people. Believe that most people are doing the best they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Keep an open mind; discuss, but don't argue. (It is possible to disagree without being disagreeable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Forget about counting to 10. Count to 1,000 before doing or saying anything that could make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Let your virtues speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If someone criticizes you, see if there is any TRUTH to what the person is saying; if so, make changes. If there is no truth to the criticism, ignore it and live so that no one will believe the negative remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Cultivate your sense of humor; laughter is the shortest distance between two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Do not seek so much to be consoled, as to console; do not seek so much to be understood, as to understand; do not seek so much to be loved as to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3830782112021611860?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3830782112021611860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3830782112021611860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3830782112021611860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3830782112021611860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/priceless-gifts.html' title='Priceless Gifts'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4934414119183215829</id><published>2009-09-20T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:32:55.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections Of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The Way Things Used To Be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a great deal of my life focusing on my fears, worries, and frustrations, guided more by my ideas of my limitations rather than my potential.  As more things went "wrong" for me, I grew in this tendency and focused even less and less on my hopes and dreams.  After all, other people's hopes and dreams came true, but definitely not mine.  This was really silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now that my focus on my fears was what caused most of my fears to become reality. When I met someone I was interested in, for example, I feared that the relationship would never last--and guess what? I spent my time focused on that fear and did my best to force things to happen that would make it last, and that was a strategy that was doomed to failure from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that my failures are simply learning experiences, and I usually don't allow them to determine how I act in new situations. I say "usually" because I find that such a dramatic change is something that works gradually. I tend now to focus on my potential to make my hopes and dreams come true, on the possibilities in my life rather than on the limitations. If I want to do something now, I focus on finding ways of doing it rather than on things that I think will go wrong to prevent me from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;And it's that focus that allows things to happen. That focus is the energy that we create, the energy of possibility and potential--and that energy is positive energy that helps us to create the things we want and need, to make things happen that we wish to have happen. If I believe it can happen and act that way, then it can happen. It's that simple. I wish I had known this years ago. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be ambitious for wealth, and yet always expecting to be poor, to be always doubting your ability to get what you long for, is like trying to reach east by traveling west. . . . No matter how hard you work for success, if your thought is saturated with the fear of failure, it will kill your efforts, neutralize your endeavors, and make success impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a big CHEERS to the brand new groundbreaking project that's going to change the world. ME!&lt;br /&gt;I Love ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4934414119183215829?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4934414119183215829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4934414119183215829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4934414119183215829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4934414119183215829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflections-of.html' title='Reflections Of...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-29071912540532852</id><published>2009-09-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:45:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Joy in Life's Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Releasing Our Expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s we endeavor to find personal fulfillment and realize our individual ideals, we naturally form emotional attachments to those outcomes we hope will come to pass. These expectations can serve as a source of stability, allowing us to draft plans based on our visions of the future, but they can also limit our potential for happiness by blinding us to equally satisfying yet unexpected outcomes. Instead of taking pleasure in the surprising circumstances unfolding around us, we mourn for the anticipation left unfulfilled. When we think of letting go of our expectations, we may find ourselves at the mercy of a small inner voice that admonishes us to strive for specific goals, even if they continually elude us. However, the opposite of expectation is not pessimism. We can retain our optimism and free ourselves from the need to focus on specific probabilities by opening our hearts and minds to a wide variety of possible outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we expect a situation, event, or confrontation to unfold in a certain way, it becomes more difficult to enjoy the surprises that have the potential to become profound blessings. Likewise, we may feel that we failed to meet our inner objectives because we were unable to bring about the desired results through our choices and actions. Consider, though, that we are all at the mercy of the universal flow, and our best intentions are often thwarted by fate. As we grow increasingly open to unforeseen outcomes, we will be more apt to look for and recognize the positive elements of our new circumstances. This receptivity to the unexpected can serve us well when we are called upon to compromise with others, our life plans seem to go awry, or the world moves forward in an unanticipated manner by granting us the flexibility to see the positive aspects of almost any outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further we distance ourselfves from our expectations, the more exhilarating our lives will become. Though a situation in which you find yourself may not correspond to our initial wants, needs, or goals, ask yourself how you can make the most of it and then do your best to adapt. Your life’s journey will likely take many unpredicted and astonishing twists because you are willing to release your expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-29071912540532852?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/29071912540532852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=29071912540532852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/29071912540532852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/29071912540532852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/finding-joy-in-lifes-surprises.html' title='Finding Joy in Life&apos;s Surprises'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8397241778677344321</id><published>2009-09-17T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:40:38.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading Your Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How You Affect Others Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;As the pace and fullness of modern life serve to isolate us from one another, the contact we do share becomes vastly more significant. We unconsciously absorb each other’s energy, adopting the temperament of those with whom we share close quarters, and find ourselves changed after the briefest encounters. Everything we do or say has the potential to affect not only the individuals we live, work, and play with but also those we’ve just met. Though we may never know the impact we have had or the scope of our influence, accepting and understanding that our attitudes and choices will affect others can help us remember to conduct ourselves with grace at all times. When we seek always to be friendly, helpful, and responsive, we effortlessly create an atmosphere around ourselves that is both uplifting and inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Most people rarely give thought to the effect they have had or will have on others. When we take a few moments to contemplate how our individual modes of being affect the people we spend time with each day, we come one step closer to seeing ourselves through the eyes of others. By asking ourselves whether those we encounter walk away feeling appreciated, respected, and liked, we can heighten our awareness of the effect we ultimately have. Something as simple as a smile given freely can temporarily brighten a person’s entire world. Our value-driven conduct may inspire others to consider whether their own lives are reflective of their values. A word of advice can help others see life in an entirely new fashion. And small gestures of kindness can even prove to those embittered by the world that goodness still exists. By simply being ourselves, we influence other’s lives in both subtle and life-altering ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;To ensure that the effect we have is positive, we must strive to stay true to ourselves while realizing that it is the demeanor we project and not the quality of our wondrous inner landscapes that people see. Thus, as we interact with others, how we behave can be as important as who we are. If we project our passion for life, our warmth, and our tolerance in our facial features, voice, and choice of words, every person who enters our circle of influence will leave our presence feeling at peace with themselves and with us. You never know whose life you are affecting, big or small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8397241778677344321?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8397241778677344321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8397241778677344321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8397241778677344321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8397241778677344321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/spreading-your-light.html' title='Spreading Your Light'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1008479777276986836</id><published>2009-09-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:10:04.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Life Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There is no secret recipe for happiness and contentment. The individuals who move through life joyously have not necessarily been blessed with lives of abundance, love, success, and prosperity. Such people have, however, been blessed with the ability to take the circumstances they’ve been handed and make them into something great. Our individual realities are colored by perception—delight and despair come from within rather than without. Situations we regard as fortuitous please us while situations we judge inauspicious cause us no end of grief. Yet if we can look at all we have accomplished without dwelling on our perceived misfortune and make each new circumstance our own, the world as a whole becomes a brighter place. A simple shift in attitude can help us recognize and unearth the hidden potential for personal and outer world fulfillment in every event, every relationship, every duty, and every setback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe is often an unpredictable and chaotic place, and the human tendency is to focus on the negative and assume the positive will care for itself. But life can be no more or no less than what you make of it. If you are working in a job you dislike, you can concentrate on the positive aspects of the position and approach your work with gusto. What can you do with this job that can turn it around so you do love it. When faced with the prospect of undertaking a task you fear, you can view it as an opportunity to discover what you are truly capable of doing. Similarly, unexpected events, when viewed as surprises, can add flavor to your existence. By choosing to love life no matter what crosses your path, you can create an atmosphere of jubilance that is wonderfully infectious. A change in perspective is all it takes to change your world, but you must be willing to adopt an optimistic, hopeful mind-set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a conscious decision to be happy is not enough. You must learn to observe life’s complexities through the eyes of a child seeing everything for the first time. You must furthermore divest yourself of preconceived notions of what is good and what is bad so that you can appreciate the rich insights concealed in each stage of your life’s journey. And you must strive to discover the dual joys of wanting what you have. As you gradually shift your perspective, your existence will be imbued with happiness and contentment that will remain with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1008479777276986836?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1008479777276986836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1008479777276986836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1008479777276986836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1008479777276986836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-life-yours.html' title='Making Life Yours'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-537792492506417333</id><published>2009-09-11T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:28:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open and Listening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;For better or worse, much of the world we experience is dominated and controlled by human beings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We spend our days in houses, cars, and buildings, and inside these structures, we are in control.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We assert our wills and manipulate our environment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Within the context of the human world, this is natural.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;However, we often carry this attitude with us into the world of nature.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We forget as we enter the forest, or sit on the edge of a pond, that we are moving into another realm, one that asks us to drop our baggage and surrender to a different sense of order and meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When we move from our everyday world into the world of nature, we may not even notice at first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We might continue talking loudly into our cell phone or to a friend that is with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We might walk quickly as if we are on a busy city street, our eyes downcast, our thoughts hectic and hurried.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In the best case, if we are sensitive to our environment, we will soon notice that it has changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We may hear ducks calling, or wind moving through the leaves on a tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If we notice the shift, we will naturally shift as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If we don’t, we may get all the way through a beautiful park without having lowered our voices.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Next time you find yourself in the presence of wildlife—even if it’s just a duck pond in the midst of urban hustle—try to move into a receptive state of openness and listening, no matter how much or how little time you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Allow yourself to be captivated and calmed by the energy of the wildlife that covers this earth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teaching our children to be respectful of nature and and to stop and observe is a gift they can always cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We preserve pockets of nature in our urban centers and large expanses of nature in our national parks because of the magic we feel in its presence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It reminds us of our smallness and calls us back to a deeper, quieter part of ourselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When we honor nature by being respectful in its presence, we honor the mystery and wild beauty of our origin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-537792492506417333?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/537792492506417333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=537792492506417333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/537792492506417333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/537792492506417333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-and-listening.html' title='Open and Listening...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8425662470182075184</id><published>2009-08-31T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:40:21.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whimsical and Unconventional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Trying to incorporate unusual or even quirky elements into our routine helps us strike out into the unknown and add more interest to our lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So often it becomes easy to stay within our boundaries and keep to the same habits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;When we occasionally follow our caprices, however, we find that we end up opening our minds, hearts, and spirits to something new.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Our lives take on a different dimension because we make the effort to step out of ourselves and into a different world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When we infuse some element of the unusual into our lives, we will notice that our lives will become more playful, rich, and full of wonderful and unexpected surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8425662470182075184?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8425662470182075184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8425662470182075184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8425662470182075184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8425662470182075184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/08/whimsical-and-unconventional.html' title='Whimsical and Unconventional'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1091155281578741518</id><published>2009-08-24T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:12:23.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Permanence of Permanence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Putting our trust in the universe allows us to let go of our worries and let it take care of us. It is natural for us to hold onto what we have, but in reality nothing in our lives is permanent things will change not matter what we do. When we understand this and recognize that the universe is a source of abundance and will never let us down, we can let go of our concerns and handle our lives in a way that is not only sensible but also healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1091155281578741518?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1091155281578741518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1091155281578741518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1091155281578741518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1091155281578741518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/08/permanence-of-permanence.html' title='The Permanence of Permanence...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8921985771289392172</id><published>2009-08-12T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:58:47.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets, Anyone?  Regrets???  Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Way To Find Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You Never Know Until You Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When contemplating whether to do something or not, a plucky voice in our heads may say, "You never know until you try." This is time-honored wisdom that encourages us to be game rather than to hold back. It reminds us that it is only through experience that we learn about this world and ourselves. Even if we regret the outcome, we have learned something, and the newfound knowledge is almost always worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This wisdom can be applied to situations both large and small. From crossing the Atlantic on a boat to trying Ethiopian food, there’s only one way to find out what it’s like. We have all had experiences where we tried something we didn’t think we’d like and fell in love. We may have found ourselves stuck with nothing to read but a "boring" book, only to kick-start a lifelong passion for Victorian literature. We may have decided that sailing was not for us until we fell in love with someone with a boat. On the other hand, we may try tofu only to learn that it is truly not for us. In this case, we gain greater self-knowledge from the experience. And yet, we might still remain open to trying it prepared in a different way. The right marinade might make you a convert—you’ll never know if you don’t try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is often said that at the end of our lives we are more likely to regret the things we did not do than the things we did. As an exercise to test your own willingness to discover through doing, try making a list of things you regret not having done. You may begin to notice patterns such as a failure to say what you really think at key moments or closed-mindedness to certain types of activities. Just being aware of the opportunities you missed might encourage you not to miss them again. There’s only one way to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8921985771289392172?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8921985771289392172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8921985771289392172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8921985771289392172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8921985771289392172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/08/regrets-anyone-regrets-why.html' title='Regrets, Anyone?  Regrets???  Why?'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-5986913919231944380</id><published>2009-07-06T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:10:55.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE TO BE HAPPY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;When we look to our youth to rediscover the lightheartedness that once allowed us to enjoy an unadulterated sense of awe while interacting with the world, we find that we are still very much equipped to experience wonder and admiration. The key to being carefree is recognizing that there will always be foibles unfolding in our lives, and we should not let these interfere with our ability to be happy. It is entirely possible to retain a modicum of innocence while still seeing to our myriad adult responsibilities. In fact, the more vigilant we are about making sure that we have plenty of uncorrupted free time at our disposal, the easier it will be for us to kick back and enjoy ourselves in the midst of modern life's chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-5986913919231944380?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/5986913919231944380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=5986913919231944380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5986913919231944380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5986913919231944380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-to-be-happy.html' title='FREE TO BE HAPPY!!!'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1645279581084557706</id><published>2009-07-02T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:38:58.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDEAS UPON IDEAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Collaboration cannot happen without proper, effective communication, as it is the free exchange of ideas that fuels the fire of cooperation. When we find ourselves in the presence of likeminded individuals whose goals are similar to our own, the thoughts and feelings we share excite us intellectually and awaken our enthusiasm for the task at hand. We want to spend time with such people, no matter what we are doing, because the ideas they put before us inspire us to be as innovative and imaginative as possible. Even if we are unsure as to how best to proceed, our partners will likely have a clear notion of the path ahead or they will be able to help us distill the product of our brainstorms into workable plans of action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1645279581084557706?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1645279581084557706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1645279581084557706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1645279581084557706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1645279581084557706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/07/ideas-upon-ideas.html' title='IDEAS UPON IDEAS...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2385395104421542312</id><published>2009-06-24T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:21:44.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For All That You Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Allowing Our Loved Ones To Be Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Putting People on a Pedestal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall in love with someone or make a new friend, we sometimes see that person in a glowing light. Their good qualities dominate the foreground of our perception and their negative qualities. They just don’t seem to have any. This temporary state of grace is commonly known as putting someone on a pedestal. Often times we put spiritual leaders and our gurus on pedestals. We have all done this to someone at one time or another, and as long as we remember that no one is actually “perfect,” the pedestal phase of a relationship can be enjoyed for what it is—a phase. It’s when we actually believe our own projection that troubles arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has problems, flaws, and blind spots, just as we do. When we entertain the illusion that someone is perfect, we don’t allow them room to be human, so when they make an error in judgment or act in contradiction to our idea of perfection, we become disillusioned. We may get angry or distance ourselves in response. In the end, they are not to blame for the fact that we idealized them. Granted, they may have enjoyed seeing themselves as perfect through our eyes, but we are the ones who chose to believe an illusion. If you go through this process enough times, you learn that no one is perfect. We are all a combination of divine and human qualities and we all struggle. When we treat the people we love with this awareness, we actually allow for a much greater intimacy than when we held them aloft on an airy throne. The moment you see through your idealized projection is the moment you begin to see your loved one as he or she truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot truly connect with a person when we idealize them. In life, there are no pedestals—we are all walking on the same ground together. When we realize this, we can own our own divinity and our humanity. This is the key to balance and wholeness within ourselves and our relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2385395104421542312?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2385395104421542312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2385395104421542312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2385395104421542312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2385395104421542312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-all-that-you-are.html' title='For All That You Are...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-474599057706227782</id><published>2009-06-10T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:09:57.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Simpler Joys</title><content type='html'>There is great potential for happiness hidden in our day-to-day existence, and fully realizing this veiled joy is often little more than a matter of savoring each of our experiences to the fullest extent possible. When we regard the happenings that define our days as ordinary or insignificant, we inadvertently rob them of any meaning they might have conveyed. Yet the ordinary becomes extraordinary each time we admit to ourselves that life’s smallest pleasures and most commonplace events can touch us deeply. As we learn to appreciate and enjoy the world around us, we begin to see that we need not go in search of fun because there is so much of it to be had in the experiences that make up our lives in the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-474599057706227782?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/474599057706227782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=474599057706227782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/474599057706227782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/474599057706227782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-simpler-joys.html' title='Life&apos;s Simpler Joys'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1964713477655102933</id><published>2009-06-09T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:04:53.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Though many people associate feelings of inner harmony with the convergence of certain specific outer-world conditions, we can, in fact, enjoy a sense of bliss no matter the nature of the circumstances unfolding around us. Finding harmony in our own lives is a matter of first accepting that there will always be stressors present in our environment and then recognizing that we are capable of drawing forth serenity from within ourselves at will. This means that we can feel idyllic and happy anywhere, at any time in our lives, without having to hope that conditions will be right. Sustaining this lasting harmony is a matter of both knowing that our lives are developing as they should and understanding that we should be proud of the progress we have made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1964713477655102933?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1964713477655102933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1964713477655102933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1964713477655102933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1964713477655102933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/06/within.html' title='Within...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7036892583115778049</id><published>2009-06-04T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:59:42.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free From Negativity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Keeping our conversations free from negativity helps us engage in encouraging and affirming interactions. Many of the topics we discuss with others can focus on information that is damaging to ourselves and those we interact with. It can be so easy to talk behind others’ backs or form friendships based on mutual criticisms. But when we set the intention to speak about positive subjects, our focus turns toward achieving greater meaning through our interactions. Conversations become more pleasing to ourselves and others, and our friendships strengthen as a result. We begin to explore topics that serve the purpose of growing our relationship and nurturing our spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7036892583115778049?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7036892583115778049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7036892583115778049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7036892583115778049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7036892583115778049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/06/free-from-negativity.html' title='Free From Negativity...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7316080026126336266</id><published>2009-05-28T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:36:35.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Little Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Small Gestures Make a Big Difference&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Common Courtesy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We often feel that we don’t have the time or energy to extend ourselves to others with the small gestures that compose what we call common courtesy. It sometimes seems that this kind of social awareness belongs to the past, to smaller towns and slower times. Yet, when someone extends this kind of courtesy to us, we always feel touched. Someone who lends a helping hand when we are struggling with our groceries makes an impression because many people just walk right by. Even someone who simply makes the effort to look us in the eye, smile, and greet us properly when entering a room stands out of the crowd. It seems these people carry with them the elegance and grace of another time, and we are always thankful for our contact with them. Common courtesy is a small gesture that makes a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An essential component of common courtesy is awareness and common sense—looking outside yourself to see when someone needs help or acknowledgment. As a courteous person, you are aware that you are walking into a room full of people or that your waiter has arrived to take your order. Then, awareness leads to action. It is usually quite clear what needs to be done—open the door for the woman holding the baby, move your car up two feet so another person can park behind you, acknowledge your sister’s shy boyfriend with a smile and some conversation, apologize if you bump into someone. A third component is to give courtesy freely, without expecting anything in return. People may not even take notice, much less return the kindness, but you can take heart in the fact that you are creating the kind of world you want to live in with your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are out in the world, remember to be aware of others, lend your hand when one is needed, and give this help without an ulterior motive. Through these small actions, you make this world a better place in which to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7316080026126336266?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7316080026126336266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7316080026126336266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7316080026126336266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7316080026126336266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the Little Things...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2333702078671258430</id><published>2009-05-14T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:30:52.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE KID IN US ALL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Play is an important part of adult life because it provides us with an outlet through which we can relax and rejuvenate ourselves in a less than structured way. We are required to adhere to schedules and specific methodologies in so many areas of existence, and the need to be consistently organized can exhaust and overwhelm us. When we play, we are free to exercise our imaginative minds in a variety of ways, and we can choose how we will handle the complexities inherent in the forms of recreation we like best. The games we enjoy can be as tiring as work itself, yet the freedom we are allowed to wield as we have our fun provides us with a welcome break from the rigidity of day to day living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2333702078671258430?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2333702078671258430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2333702078671258430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2333702078671258430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2333702078671258430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/05/kid-in-us-all.html' title='THE KID IN US ALL...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-983059573696047005</id><published>2009-05-04T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:21:49.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gifts We Give Ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends enrich our lives in so many ways. Through a magical combination of similarities and differences, friends offer us the opportunity to know ourselves as we are and help us grow into who we want to be. Our similarities attract us to each other, comforting us with familiarity when we see ourselves in them. When we are drawn to those we admire, the same recognition is at work, unconsciously acknowledging that these people possess qualities that we ourselves possess. By acting as mirrors, friends help us define who we are by reflecting our selves back to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends also help us know ourselves through our differences. Differences allow us to see other options and make choices about who we want to be. Sometimes we are drawn to those who appear to be our opposites, and we learn to accept the parts of them we love and the parts of them that don’t resonate with us, thus allowing us a valuable learning experience. By expanding our understanding to include others’ experiences, friends help us accept others. By understanding when someone’s life differs from our own, we can learn about ourselves in contrast. There are times when we see in friends what we don’t like about ourselves. That mirror reflection may be hard to take, but a good friend helps us find ways we can change and supports us in that choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the joy of friendship is the feeling that we are accepted just the way we are, with no need to change. It is a gift they give us, and one we can give back every day. Ultimately, we choose friends because they make us feel good about ourselves and life. Through tears and difficulties, friends help us find the laughter. When we find those special people who offer us that perfect combination of comfort and stimulus to grow, we are very fortunate. Friends, those wonderful companions that walk with us through life, help us define and refine who we are and who we choose to be every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-983059573696047005?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/983059573696047005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=983059573696047005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/983059573696047005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/983059573696047005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3949380825164740116</id><published>2009-04-30T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:25:25.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Fulfillment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We instinctively know when we are ready to intensify our search for fulfillment because we can sense that we have prepared ourselves adequately for the challenges that lie ahead. The contingencies that might otherwise have dampened our spirits or halted our progress have been accounted for in our long-term plans, and we are thus unafraid to meet these unexpected circumstances. While we understand that we cannot prepare ourselves for every difficult detail or situation we may encounter, we nonetheless feel confident that we can cope with that which will weigh heavily on our hearts. Once we have carefully thought through the path ahead and gathered all we will need to best it, we can move forward without fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3949380825164740116?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3949380825164740116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3949380825164740116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3949380825164740116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3949380825164740116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/on.html' title='On...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3199141812331029556</id><published>2009-04-27T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:01:03.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a new one written just now!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Enjoy, all comments and critiques are welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Relationship Dichotomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; By: Michael A. Cordova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we begin with love,&lt;br /&gt;or do we begin with lust?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it an ever-evolving,&lt;br /&gt;teetering and overlapping&lt;br /&gt;mesh that is becoming of&lt;br /&gt;life's dichotomy of love and lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever learn&lt;br /&gt;to be happy with what we have,&lt;br /&gt;rather than always lusting&lt;br /&gt;after that which we do not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there even a remote chance&lt;br /&gt;that man can change his ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we begin with lust,&lt;br /&gt;or do we begin with love?&lt;br /&gt;As plaguing as this question is,&lt;br /&gt;it has been asked time and time,&lt;br /&gt;and to this day, it has yet&lt;br /&gt;to garner an answer worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to what I know within,&lt;br /&gt;and what I feel is right.&lt;br /&gt;When I live life from within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I forget to follow with my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer reveals itself:&lt;br /&gt;When TRUE LOVE exists, lust cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(April 27,2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3199141812331029556?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3199141812331029556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3199141812331029556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3199141812331029556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3199141812331029556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-poem.html' title='A New Poem...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6725937009840431582</id><published>2009-04-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:51:22.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The Best Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*You Are The Best Thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's been a long day,&lt;br /&gt;baby, things ain't been going my way.&lt;br /&gt;You know I need you here,&lt;br /&gt;here by my side,&lt;br /&gt;all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby, the way you move me it's crazy,&lt;br /&gt;it's like you see right through me.&lt;br /&gt;And you make it easier,&lt;br /&gt;to please me,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't even have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, you are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;you are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;you are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we've come a long way,&lt;br /&gt;baby, you know I hope and I pray,&lt;br /&gt;that you believe me,&lt;br /&gt;when I say this love will never fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, you are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;you are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;you are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, both of us have known love before,&lt;br /&gt;to come on up promising,&lt;br /&gt;like the spring,just walk on out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are strong and our hearts are kind,&lt;br /&gt;well, let me tell you what exactly is on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;you are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;you are the best thing,&lt;br /&gt;that ever happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6725937009840431582?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6725937009840431582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6725937009840431582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6725937009840431582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6725937009840431582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-best-thing.html' title='You Are The Best Thing...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8897113385180952219</id><published>2009-04-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:52:30.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paths We Are Treading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we search for significance in our earthy incarnations, we should always make it a point to remember that the beliefs and ideals that add value to our lives will be unique to our existence. Though exploration is an important part of the lengthy journey toward eventual enlightenment, we should not feel that we must take to heart every piece of wisdom we come across. Some profundities and virtues that others embrace may serve no practical purpose when viewed in the context of our individual needs. People may attempt to coerce us into adopting their worldview as our own, but the strength of our principles and our commitment to a course of individuality will serve to protect us from their influences. Our search for meaning can take us in many directions, but we must remember that it is entirely up to each of us to decide which paths we will tread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8897113385180952219?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8897113385180952219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8897113385180952219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8897113385180952219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8897113385180952219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/paths-we-are-treading.html' title='Paths We Are Treading...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7615014225048544636</id><published>2009-04-24T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:50:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Sun Shine In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sun Is Always Shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when gloom or darkness causes us to momentarily lose sight of the light. Although it is at these times when the thought of the sun can help us. Its warm, glowing rays brighten even our thoughts, and it’s good to remember that despite appearances the sun is shining right now. We may not be able to see it at this very moment, but if clouds block our view, they are only filtering the sun’s light temporarily. If darkness has fallen, we know that the sun is still shining at this very moment somewhere not too far away, and it’s only a matter of time before it will shine on us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we remember that the sun is still shining, we know that things are still in motion in the universe. Even if life feels like it is at a standstill, sometimes all we need to do is have faith and wait for the time when everything is in its perfect place. Or we can we can choose to follow the cues of the sun and continue doing our work and shining our light, even when we can’t yet see results. In doing so we exercise our patience, making sure we are prepared when opportunity knocks and all other elements are in their right and perfect places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun also reminds us that our own shining truth is never extinguished. Our light shines within us at all times, no matter what else occurs around us. Though the sun gives us daily proof of its existence, sometimes our belief in our own light requires more time. If we think back, however, we can find moments when it showed itself and trust that we will see it again. Like the sun, our light is the energy that connects us to the movements of the universe and the cycles of life and is present at all times, whether we feel its glow or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7615014225048544636?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7615014225048544636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7615014225048544636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7615014225048544636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7615014225048544636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-teh-sun-shine-in.html' title='Let The Sun Shine In...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-684707572710095640</id><published>2009-04-21T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:24:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedestals???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The love, respect, and esteem we feel for others are motivated by a wide range of feelings, which means that the inspiration that lies behind our appreciation will seldom be rooted in notions of perfection. As a result of this, we gain little when we idealize our loved ones. Putting the people we care about on a pedestal can make normal interactions difficult because we either begin to feel unworthy of the notice of friends and family or are disappointed when these individuals do not live up to our expectations. When we choose to love others, understanding that they have faults and failings like all human beings, we are better prepared to appreciate the wonderful qualities they bring to our relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-684707572710095640?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/684707572710095640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=684707572710095640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/684707572710095640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/684707572710095640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/pedestals.html' title='Pedestals???'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2899204531578548698</id><published>2009-04-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:39:11.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus on the Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raise Your Vibration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Everything in the universe is made of energy. What differentiates one form of energy from another is the speed at which it vibrates. For example, light vibrates at a very high frequency, and something like a rock vibrates at a lower frequency but a frequency nonetheless. Human beings also vibrate at different frequencies. Our thoughts and feelings can determine the frequency at which we vibrate, and our vibration goes out into the world and attracts to us energy moving at a similar frequency. This is one of the ways that we create our own reality, which is why we can cause a positive shift in our lives by raising our vibration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We all know someone we think of as vibrant. Vibrant literally means “vibrating very rapidly.” The people who strike us as vibrant are vibrating at a high frequency, and they can inspire us as we work to raise our vibration. On the other hand, we all know people that are very negative or cynical. These people are vibrating at a lower frequency. They can also be an inspiration because they can show us where we don’t want to be vibrating and why. To discover where you are in terms of vibrancy, consider where you fall on a scale between the most pessimistic person you know and the most vibrant. This is not in order to pass judgment, but rather it is important to know where you are as you begin working to raise your frequency so that you can notice and appreciate your progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There are many ways to raise your vibration, from working with affirmations to visualizing enlightened entities during meditation. One of the most practical ways to raise your vibration is to consciously choose where you focus your attention. To understand how powerful this is, take five minutes to describe something you love unreservedly—a person, a movie, an experience. When your five minutes are up, you will noticeably feel more positive and even lighter. If you want to keep raising your vibration, you might want to commit to spending five minutes every day focusing on the good in your life. As you do this, you will train yourself to be more awake and alive. Over time, you will experience a permanent shift in your vibrancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2899204531578548698?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2899204531578548698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2899204531578548698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2899204531578548698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2899204531578548698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/focus-on-good.html' title='Focus on the Good'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8564934181138497600</id><published>2009-04-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:39:28.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;April Fools' Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The term "All Fools," was probably meant as a deliberate stab at All Saints (November 1) and All Souls (November 2) Day. Although the origin of playing practical jokes and pranks on this day is hazy, many folklorists believe it may go back to 16th-century France. At that time, New Year's Day was March 25, with a full week of partying and exchanging gifts until April 1. In 1582, the Gregorian calendar moved New Year's Day to January 1. Those who forgot or refused to honor the new calendar were the butts of jokes and ridicule. Weather folklore states, "If it thunders on All Fools Day, it brings good crops of corn and hay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8564934181138497600?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8564934181138497600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8564934181138497600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8564934181138497600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8564934181138497600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3342177785054845283</id><published>2009-04-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:31:27.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over And Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Having The Same Experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;There may be times in our lives when it seems like we keep having the same kinds of experiences. The situation or the people involved may be different each time, yet one experience may feel exactly like the last one and the one before that one. Perhaps we left a job where we were unhappy and we find ourselves experiencing similar challenges in our new job. A relationship with a new romantic partner may start to seem a lot like our old relationship and the problems that we thought we had left behind. We may feel disappointed or frustrated and wonder why the same situations and people keep showing up in our lives. The truth is that the same kinds of experiences don’t keep happening to us. After all, the circumstances and the people involved are always different. We keep having the same kinds of experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Subconsciously, there is great value to be had in experiencing life in the same ways until we are ready to have different experiences. Perhaps we feel unworthy of happiness, or worry that we can’t get a break. Our experiences tend to reflect what we believe about life. After all, most of us don’t like to be proven wrong. We may even derive satisfaction in being right or experience a sense of safety every time we confirm to ourselves that know the way the world works. We may choose a relationship partner who is very different from our last significant other and hope that this time love will turn out differently. Yet as long as we hold whatever beliefs we have that limit the good we can experience in our relationships, we will create the same dynamic of limited happiness with any partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;We bring ourselves and our beliefs to every situation. If we can figure out which of our beliefs are no longer serving us, we can consciously change those beliefs, make new choices, and start having new kinds of experiences that are in line with what we want in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3342177785054845283?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3342177785054845283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3342177785054845283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3342177785054845283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3342177785054845283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-and-over-again.html' title='Over And Over Again'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6635729857299508027</id><published>2009-01-14T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:19:00.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poetry Addition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;*In Shining Armor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;By: Michael A. Cordova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;There is a truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;a reality that flies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;amongst the dreams and hopes never quite reached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;There is something there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;existing deep within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;resounding with exaltation of being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A beauty in its purest form,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;my appreciation of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;is never greater, nor has it ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;With each glimpse of your light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;my life becomes a blossoming rose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;as I open myself completely to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You wear beautiful shining armor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;a protective second skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;that also hides you from the world outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A shelter from the storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but through these plates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;one cannot possibly see the true beauty of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This shining armor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;one day you'll shed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;to reveal your truth and share your light with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jan 15, 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6635729857299508027?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6635729857299508027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6635729857299508027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6635729857299508027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6635729857299508027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-poetry-addition.html' title='New Poetry Addition...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1934566359934211948</id><published>2009-01-08T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:28:28.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something  to Ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot make our lives gifts to other people if we don't risk some unpleasantness.  We can't use our powers for the good of the world if we keep them to ourselves, hidden behind walls that we've erected for "safety," hiding from the possibility of being hurt.  We will be hurt, but how we see that hurt is what determines whether we learn from it or allow it to debilitate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1934566359934211948?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1934566359934211948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1934566359934211948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1934566359934211948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1934566359934211948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-to-ponder.html' title='Something  to Ponder...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7045625145478864340</id><published>2009-01-07T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:13:32.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red-Neck Definitions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;32 Red-Neck Definitions!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1.Terminal Illness - Getting sick at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2.Tumor - More than one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3.Cauterize - Made eye contact with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4.Nitrates - Cheaper than day rates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5.Pelvis - Second cousin to Elvis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;6.Barium - What doctors do when patients die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;7.Dilate - To live long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;8.Benign - What you be after you be eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;9.Genital - Non-Jewish person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;10.Node - I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;11.Morbid - A higher offer than I bid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;12.Seizure - Roman emperor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;13.Labor Pain - Getting hurt at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;14.Enema - Not a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;15.Tablet - A small table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;16.Medical Staff - A Doctor's cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;17.Secretion - Hiding something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;18.Hangnail - What you hang your coat on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;19.Impotent - Distinguished, well known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;20.Varicose - Near by/close by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;21.Colic - A sheep dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;22.Catscan - Searching for Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;23.D&amp;amp;C - Where Washington is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;24.Coma - A punctuation mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;25.Cesarean Section - A neighborhood in Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;26.G.I.Series - World Series of military baseball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;27.Recovery Room - Place to do upholstery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;28.Fester - Quicker than someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;29.Post Operative - A letter carrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;30.Bacteria - Back door to cafeteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;31.Outpatient - A person who has fainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;32.Fibula - A small lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7045625145478864340?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7045625145478864340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7045625145478864340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7045625145478864340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7045625145478864340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-neck-definitions.html' title='Red-Neck Definitions...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7856016779446642242</id><published>2009-01-06T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:45:18.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Agreements...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FOUR AGREEMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE IMPECCABLE WITH YOUR WORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Speak with integrity.  Say only what you mean.  Avoid using&lt;br /&gt;the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about&lt;br /&gt;others.  Use the power of your word in the direction of&lt;br /&gt;truth and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nothing others do is because of you.  What others say and do&lt;br /&gt;is a projection of their own reality, their own dream.  When&lt;br /&gt;you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you&lt;br /&gt;won't be the victim of needless suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T MAKE ASSUMPTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you&lt;br /&gt;really want.  Communicate with others as clearly as you can&lt;br /&gt;to avoid misunderstandings, sadness, and drama.  With just&lt;br /&gt;this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS DO YOUR BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will&lt;br /&gt;be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick.  Under&lt;br /&gt;any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid&lt;br /&gt;self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7856016779446642242?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7856016779446642242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7856016779446642242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7856016779446642242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7856016779446642242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/01/four-agreements.html' title='The Four Agreements...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8697288882964387357</id><published>2009-01-05T07:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:58:54.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T KNOW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Power of Not Knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is wisdom in not knowing, and it is a wise person who can say, "I don't know." For no one knows everything. There are many types of wisdom - from intellectual to emotional to physical intelligence. Yet, even deemed experts in their fields do not know all there is to know about mathematics, yoga, literature, psychology, or art. It is a true master who professes ignorance, for only an empty vessel can be filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in life that we don't know, and there are many things we may have no interest in finding out. There is freedom in saying "I don’t know." When we admit that we don't know something, we can then open ourselves up to the opportunity to learn. And there is power in that. We can’t possibly know everything. And when we think we do, we limit ourselves from growing and learning more than what we already do know. A person who can admit to not knowing tends to be more intellectually and emotionally confident than someone who pretends to know everything. They also tend to be more comfortable with who they are and don’t feel the need to bluff or cover up any perceived ignorance. People can actually end up appearing more foolish when they act as if they know something that they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would be wise to respect people who freely admit when they don't know something. They are being honest, with us and with themselves. And we, too, should feel no shame in saying, "I don't know." In doing so, we open ourselves up to the unknown. We can then discover what lies beyond our current levels of understanding. It is the wise person in life that answers questions with a question and inspires the pursuit of internal answers with a funny face, a shrug, and a comical, "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8697288882964387357?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8697288882964387357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8697288882964387357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8697288882964387357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8697288882964387357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know.html' title='I DON&apos;T KNOW!!!'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-806425333225701647</id><published>2008-12-31T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:29:24.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On New Year Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Setting New Year Resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you SHOULD or COULD do with your life, does not matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only thing that matters, from this day forward, is what you MUST do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-806425333225701647?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/806425333225701647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=806425333225701647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/806425333225701647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/806425333225701647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-new-year-resolutions.html' title='On New Year Resolutions...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7311336386572764875</id><published>2008-12-19T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:19:38.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poetry Addition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*I'm The Lucky One...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;By: Michael A. Cordova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm the lucky one, always having fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;a Jack of all trades, a master of none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I look at the world with a smiling eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and laugh at the devil as his train rolls by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Just give me a song from a one man band,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and you'll be looking at a happy man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'cause I'm the lucky one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Where I'm blessed, I guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;by never knowing which road I'm choosing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;To me, the next best thing to playing and winning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;is playing and losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Not a care in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;not a worry in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Everything's gonna be alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'cause I'm the lucky one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Inspired by Alison Krauss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7311336386572764875?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7311336386572764875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7311336386572764875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7311336386572764875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7311336386572764875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-poetry-addition.html' title='New Poetry Addition...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1168468188354973902</id><published>2008-12-18T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:15:39.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus is Dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A Scientific Inquiry into Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;1) No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;Santa has ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, &amp;amp; Buddhist children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;one good child in each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with. This is due to the different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;(which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits/second. This is to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has .001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, get back into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;we are now talking about .78 miles/household, a total trip of 75.5 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;miles; not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;31 hours, plus feeding &amp;amp; etc. So Santa's sleigh must be moving at 650 miles/second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;miles/second. A conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles/hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 lb.),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;than 300 lb. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see #1) could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;pull 10 TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with 8, or even 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;reindeer. We need 214,200. This increases the payload - not counting the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. This is four times the weight of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;the ocean-liner Queen Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles/second creates enormous air resistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;This will heat up the reindeer up in the same fashion as a spacecraft reentering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;.00426 of a second. Meanwhile, Santa will be subjected to centrifugal forces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-lb Santa (seems ludicrously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 lb. of force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;In Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1168468188354973902?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1168468188354973902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1168468188354973902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1168468188354973902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1168468188354973902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-claus-is-dead.html' title='Santa Claus is Dead...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-5193335572072697064</id><published>2008-12-18T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:16:34.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMMM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's Holiday Fruitcake Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Cup Water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Cup Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4 Large Eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 Cups Dried Fruit (your choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 tsp. Baking Soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 tsp. Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Cup Brown Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lemon Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuts (your choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 FULL bottle of your favorite Whiskey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Sample the whiskey to check for quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Take out a large bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Check the whiskey again to be certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that it is of the HIGHEST QUALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Pour 1 level cup and drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Repeat last step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Turn on the Electric Mixer;  beat 1 cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of butter in a large fluffy bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Add 1 tsp. sugar and beat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Make sure the whiskey is still OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Cry another cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Turn off the Mixer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Break two geggs and add to the bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Chuck in the cup of dried fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Mix on the burner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*If the fruit gets stuck in the beaties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pry it loose with a screwdriver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Sample the whiky to check for toxisisticity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Next, Sift 2 cups of Salt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or something, who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Check the wishky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Now sift the Lemon Juice and strain the nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Add 1 TBSP of sugar or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever you can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Grease the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Turn on the cake tin to 350 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Don't forget to beat off the turner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Throw the bowl out of the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Check the wikky again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Go to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-5193335572072697064?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/5193335572072697064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=5193335572072697064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5193335572072697064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5193335572072697064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/yummm.html' title='YUMMM'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1199673650956461253</id><published>2008-12-18T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:17:36.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Unto Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Golden Rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;All over the world, there exists a simple precept that, when followed, has the power to end conflict and banish strife. It is the Golden Rule, a key concept in many philosophies and spiritualities that admonishes us to “do unto others as we would have them do unto us.” Its meaning is clear: treat others only in ways that you would want to be treated. However, the golden rule is not always easy to follow. It can be a challenge to honor others as we wish to be honored. Yet, when we do so, we bestow a gift of loving kindness on our fellow human beings. And, in honoring others, we honor ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It is as uncomplicated a tenet as one could wish for. When we live by it, harming another person becomes nearly impossible. The Golden Rule is rooted in pure empathy and does not compel us to perform any specific act. Rather, it gently guides us to never let our actions toward others be out of harmony with our own desires. The Golden Rule asks us to be aware of the effect our words and actions may have on another person and to imagine ourselves in their place. It calls on us to ask ourselves how we would feel if what we were about to do were directed toward us. And yet this rule invites us to do more than not harm others. It suggests that we look for opportunities to behave toward others in the same ways that we would want others to act toward us. Showing compassion, being considerate of others, caring for the less fortunate, and giving generously are what can result when you follow the Golden Rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Adhering to the Golden Rule whenever possible can have a positive effect on the world around you because kindness begets kindness. In doing so, you generate a flow of positive energy that enfolds everyone you encounter in peace, goodwill, and harmony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1199673650956461253?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1199673650956461253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1199673650956461253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1199673650956461253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1199673650956461253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1174949827888062660</id><published>2008-12-17T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:33:59.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One For My Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Your iTunes on Shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Tag at least 10 friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because pointlessness fun spreads like a virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody's Free To Feel Good - Rozalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could You Be Loved (and be loved)? - Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Vibrations - Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live Like You Were Dying - Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Underneath Your Clothes - Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Can Move Mountains - Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Sweet It Is (To be loved by you) - Marvin Gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Can't Escape My Love - Enrique Iglesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do You Believe in Magic - The Lovin' Spoonful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is 1+1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Believe in You and Me - Whitney Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing - George Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't Fight The Moonlight - LeAnn Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you Believe - Mariah and Whitney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It Wouldn't Have Made Any Difference - Alison Krauss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fade Into you - Mazzy Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They Can't Take That Away From Me - Ella Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I Could Change The World - Eric Clapton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting Some Fun Out Of Life - Madeleine Peyroux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Coffee - Peggy Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Womanizer - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Can't Live Without You - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s the worst thing that could happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What You Waiting For - Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is one thing you regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carwash - Rose Royce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just The Two of Us - Grover Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chain of Fools - Aretha Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you ever get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoke Get's In Your Eyes - Peggy Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What scares you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please Remember Me - Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together Again - Janet Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Song for You - The Carpenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What hurts right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama Said There'll Be Days Like This - The Shirelles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One For My Baby - Blue Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1174949827888062660?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1174949827888062660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1174949827888062660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1174949827888062660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1174949827888062660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-for-my-baby.html' title='One For My Baby...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6469192587066833607</id><published>2008-12-16T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:51:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Christmas Story for people having a bad day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which Stressed Santa even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor.  In his frustration, he Accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass Pieces all over the kitchen floor.  He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day?  I have a beautiful tree for you.  Where would you like me to stick it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas Tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6469192587066833607?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6469192587066833607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6469192587066833607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6469192587066833607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6469192587066833607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7215690904144703850</id><published>2008-12-15T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:17:50.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Abby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I have never written asking for your help before, but I really need your  advice. I have suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs: phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently and when I ask their names, she always says, just some friends from work and you don't know them.  I have tried to stay awake and look out for her when she comes home, but I usually fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Anyway, I have never broached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just did not want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to finally check on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Around midnight, I hid in the garage behind my golf clubs so I could get a good view of the whole street when she arrived home from a night out with 'the girls.  When she got out of the car she was buttoning up her blouse, which was open, and she took her panties out of her purse and slipped them on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It was at that moment, crouching behind my golf clubs, that I noticed a hairline crack where the grip meets the graphite shaft on my 3-wood. Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the pro-shop where I bought it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A Concerned Golfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7215690904144703850?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7215690904144703850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7215690904144703850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7215690904144703850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7215690904144703850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-abby.html' title='Dear Abby...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-7894914132671527920</id><published>2008-12-10T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:05:00.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to the 2008 Christmas Edition of ‘Getting to Know Your Friends! Highlight, copy, and paste in a new e-mail and change my answers to your answers.  Be sure to send back to me.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone has time for a few moments of fun!  Don't be a scrooge!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I'd have to go with Hot chocolate on this one.  I had some terrifying experiences with Egg Nog when I was young and I've associated too much pain and misfortune with Egg Nog.  Maybe 1 glass a year, but THAT'S IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Santa is not allowed to wrap gifts anymore.  I know who's gonna take credit for the wrapping this year.  A lot of my gifts that claim to be from Santa are very poorly wrapped.  So, This year, it's gonna be ME wrapping gifts!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Colored or white lights on tree and house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I would prefer Clear white lights on either or.  It just looks cleaner and a tad bit classier.  But it really depends on my mood.  I can like multi-color lights if they're done well.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I've never had the opportunity to kiss someone while under the mistletoe.  I've never even had mistletoe to hang.  What's Mistletoe anyway???  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.When do you put your decorations up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I put them up as soon as time allows.  I aim for the weekend after Thanksgiving, but this year things were a little hectic and the decorations will have to wait for a little later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Excluding Dessert???  How can you say that?  I guess I will have to say it's the Cheese Board by far.  Give me some Stinky Cheese and some Wine and we can party all night long!!!  :)  Mmmm, Cheeze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.Favorite Christmas cookie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Well last year I made 13 different types of cookies that I LOVED EQUALLY for different reasons.  :)  But, I've gotta say that my favorite cookie of the holiday season is not really a cookie as much as it is a bar.  It's the Blond Brownie.  If you've never had one, you're missing out on one of the most incredible treats of the season.  I'll be making them pretty soon.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.Favorite Christmas memory as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Receiving my Extra Large Plush Grey Elephant and naming him Harry Elefante.  What a wonderful time in my life.  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~The Truth?  What Truth?  I just saw him yesterday and he seemed fine.  :)  Actually, I don't really know when.  I think it must have been pretty early.  I was a child that used logic for everything, and I don't think the whole Santa thing ever really made too much sense for me to believe in it completely!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I am patient.  I don't need to open gifts early.  I can Wait!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.How do you decorate your Christmas tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I Decorate it with LOVE, and the knowing that it will soon tower above many gifts with tags that say "To: Mike"  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.Snow! Love it or dread it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Oh, I Love the Snow.  I just can't handle the cold.  It's nice to be in sometimes, but I couldn't live in Chicago, or Alaska, or Siberia.  TOO COLD FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I can Rollerblade, and as far as I've heard, they're very similar.  I think I'd be good at it.  If not, it would take a few times practicing and I'd be going for the gold at the Olympics in 2010.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.Do you remember your favorite gift? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Harry Elefante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.Do you have a favorite ornament?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Something that is unique and has sentimental value.  No favorites as of now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.What's the most important thing about Christmas for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Sharing my Joyous Spirit, and loving the people that choose to have me in their life, and appreciating the fact that they can be in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.What is your favorite Christmas dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I thought we went over this?  oh well.  It's either Blond Brownies, or Pumpkin Cake roll, or Rum Cake, or Fruit Cocktail Cake, or Pumpkin Pie, or Fudge, or...  or...  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.What is your favorite Christmas tradition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~It's a fairly new tradition within the last 4 years, but, going to Winterpark to cut down a fresh Christmas Tree.  It's one of the most exciting thing of the season.  A little cold and snowy, but that makes it all BETTER!!!  So much fun...  LOVE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.What tops your tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Tree-topper.  It tends to be something different every year.  Creativity  is abundant in my decorating techniques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.Which do you prefer: giving gifts; or Receiving gifts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~I LOVE giving gifts and seeing people's faces light up with joy and happiness and smiles.  I put a lot of time and effort into researching and finding/making the perfect gifts for people, and the response is more than enough "Thanks" for me.  :)  It's nice to receive gifts as well.  I'd much rather receive a heartfelt letter or something hand/home-made, than a gift-card to a store, or money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~The Christmas Song - Vince Guaraldi or Nat King cole  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.What is your least favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Deck the Halls - Mannheim Steamroller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.How soon in the season will you start listening to Christmas songs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Usually around Thanksgiving.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.Favorite Christmas cartoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Mickey Mouse and Pluto putting up the Christmas tree and running into Chip and Dale.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;26.Candy Canes - Yum or Yuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yum.  But only for a few of them for the season.  Any more and I'd have to see the dentist in January!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Holidays Everyone!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb131/mikeacordova/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FunnyMikeSMALL-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb131/mikeacordova/FunnyMikeSMALL-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-7894914132671527920?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/7894914132671527920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=7894914132671527920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7894914132671527920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/7894914132671527920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-cheer.html' title='Holiday Cheer'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6711123114095422678</id><published>2008-12-10T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:59:41.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections and Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflections of Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We Are All Mirrors for Each Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look at other people, we see many of their qualities in innumerable and seemingly random combinations. However, the qualities that we see in the people around us are directly related to the traits that exist in us. "Like attracts like" is one of the spiritual laws of the universe. We attract individuals into our lives that mirror who we are. Those you feel drawn to reflect your inner self back at you, and you act as a mirror for them. Simply put, when you look at others, you will likely see what exists in you. When you see beauty, divinity, sweetness, or light in the soul of another, you are seeing the goodness that resides in your soul. When you see traits in others that evoke feelings of anger, annoyance, or hatred, you may be seeing reflected back at you those parts of yourself that you have disowned or do not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are all mirrors for each other, looking at the people in your life can tell you a lot about yourself. Who you are can be laid bare to you through what you see in others. It is easy to see the traits you do not like in others. It is much more difficult to realize that you possess those same traits. Often, the habits, attitudes, and behaviors of others are closely linked to our unconscious and unresolved issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come into contact with someone you admire, search your soul for similarly admirable traits. Likewise, when you meet someone exhibiting traits that you dislike, accept that you are looking at your reflection. Looking at yourself through your perception of others can be a humbling and eye-opening experience. You can also cultivate in you the traits and behaviors that you do like. Be loving and respectful to all people, and you will attract individuals that will love and respect you back. Nurture compassion and empathy and let the goodness you see in others be your mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6711123114095422678?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6711123114095422678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6711123114095422678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6711123114095422678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6711123114095422678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflections-and-mirrors.html' title='Reflections and Mirrors'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4902623323525412186</id><published>2008-11-25T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:52:18.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A Q&amp;A Q&amp;A Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First off, here's a joke to awaken your spirits!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: What do you call a dog with no hind legs and metal balls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: Sparky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now the Questions!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What was your last call about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will be working on promoting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a new exciting Friday evening out with friends at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leisure at Limon in Downtown Denver!  :) YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is there a member of the opposite gender on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you miss anybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss...  Yes, I DO.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you growing apart from someone close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that I know of. Or at least, I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you have a facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When is the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;last night.  I got chili in my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you like country music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like older country music.  Most of the new stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all sounds the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do your parents like your number one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope so, it's my Brother...  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No Kisses today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hugs will be this afternoon!  YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mid-September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Want World Peace.  lol  Really, I want nothing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;than to make the rest of my day the BEST day I've had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so far this year.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you like being called baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only by Kimmie!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What were you doing at 8 this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was starting to check my e-mails and reading one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in particular that was so special and totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;made my day brighter.  :)  I Love my Friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whats the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spicy Italian with Everything on it from Subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What's your favorite Gatorade flavor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't remember, It's been too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you best friends with someone who's older than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.  Most of my friends are older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you been to the beach yet this month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't remind me that I MOVED AWAY FROM THE BEACH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you believe you have common sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My sense is not all that common.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And there is NO SUCH THING AS COMMON SENSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:) yep!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The sounds of Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does it make you mad when people stare at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't really notice people staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I do, I can't get mad, I am flattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who is home with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY Family.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How did you feel when you woke up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I slept well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who was the last person's voice you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does anyone call you babe or baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only Kimmie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you want to see someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Absolutely, But, tomorrow will soon be now!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you wear your seat belt in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Always.  :)  My Life is too Valuable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will you be in a relationship next month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the context it is being asked, Chances are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, and Chances are No.  Time will tell the Tale!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you someone who worries too often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I worry often, but I've learned to control it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What are you excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes...  LIFE!!!  I am excited about NOW, Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Family and Friends.  LOVE.  It's all so exciting to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably somewhere.  I hope so!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes there is.  I hope you are well!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who do you care about the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I care about myself more than anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I come first, and it's an absolute must!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you know anyone who drinks a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I do.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who was the last person you had a conversation with for more than 2 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Geesh, I don't remember, it's been a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably Justin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tie between Yellow and Orange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lemur.  they're just SO DAMN CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who makes you laugh alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DO, but my brother and I have the same sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of humor, so he'd be my real answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who do you text the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Did you go out or stay in last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I stayed in.  Mondays are bizzy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you like to text or call more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E-Mail and fone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last time somebody hurt you physically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't remember.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Meet anyone new this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh hell yeah, I'm the Social Butterfly of Denver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I meet people constantly!  It never hurts to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;people.  It's not WHAT you know, it's WHO you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who is the last person of the opposite sex that you talked to in person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What is the last digit in your phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever hugged somebody whose name starts with an M?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, of COURSE.  I Hug EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you have any hidden talents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DO, and I ain't sharing them this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once is enough!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Has anyone ever told you they're truly in love with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a Long time ago.  Some day in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it will happen again!  Until then, It's Me for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you regret doing anything over the last week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have no regrets.  It's a waste of time and energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am waiting impatiently for food!!!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4902623323525412186?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4902623323525412186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4902623323525412186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4902623323525412186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4902623323525412186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/q-q-q-q.html' title='Q&amp;A Q&amp;A Q&amp;A Q&amp;A'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1349529649616057498</id><published>2008-11-25T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:12:14.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Gift of the Heart &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/kiss.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Letting People Know You Love Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to take our feelings for granted and to assume that the people we care about know how we feel about them. But while those we love are often quite cognizant of our feelings, saying "I love you" is a gift we should give to our loved ones whenever we can. Letting people know you love them is an important part of nurturing any kind of loving relationship. Few people tire of being told they are loved, and saying "I love you" can make a world of difference in someone’s life, take a relationship to a new level, or reaffirm and strengthen a steady bond. Everyone needs to hear the words "I love you." Three simple words – I - Love - You. When you declare your love for someone you admit to them that you care for them in the most significant way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be difficult to express your love using words, particularly if you grew up around people that never expressed their affection verbally. But you should never be afraid to say "I love you" or worry that doing so will thrust you into a position of excessive vulnerability. It is important to share your feelings with those that matter to you. Part of the fulfillment that comes with loving someone is telling them that you love them. Besides, love exists to be expressed, not withheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, let them know. Don’t be afraid of the strength of your emotions or worry that your loved one won’t feel the same way. Besides, the words "I love you" are often best said to another without expectation of a return investment. As each one of us is filled with an abundance of love, there is never any worry that you’ll run out of love if your expression of love isn’t said back to you. Saying, "I love you" is a gift of the heart sent directly via words to the heart of a recipient. Even though it may not always look that way, love from the heart is an offering that is always unconditional and given without strings attached. That is the true essence of the gift of "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1349529649616057498?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1349529649616057498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1349529649616057498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1349529649616057498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1349529649616057498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU!!!'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2344693133980040479</id><published>2008-11-21T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:01:17.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin Pardons a Turkey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;... While&lt;wbr&gt; other&lt;wbr&gt;s slaug&lt;wbr&gt;htere&lt;wbr&gt;d behin&lt;wbr&gt;d her. We all know that the media&lt;wbr&gt; has field&lt;wbr&gt; days with Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;, this is anoth&lt;wbr&gt;er prime&lt;wbr&gt; examp&lt;wbr&gt;le, but someh&lt;wbr&gt;ow poor Sarah&lt;wbr&gt; sets herse&lt;wbr&gt;lf up for these&lt;wbr&gt; momen&lt;wbr&gt;ts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news story&lt;wbr&gt; seems&lt;wbr&gt; more like a video&lt;wbr&gt; from The Onion&lt;wbr&gt; News Network, yet, if you were to ask her if she'&lt;wbr&gt;s plann&lt;wbr&gt;ing on havin&lt;wbr&gt;g one of these&lt;wbr&gt; turke&lt;wbr&gt;ys for Thank&lt;wbr&gt;sgivi&lt;wbr&gt;ng, she'&lt;wbr&gt;d most like say "You betch&lt;wbr&gt;a!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJd_vm9VhpU&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJd_vm9VhpU&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2344693133980040479?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2344693133980040479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2344693133980040479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2344693133980040479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2344693133980040479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/sarah-palin-pardons-turkey.html' title='Sarah Palin Pardons a Turkey...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8784644979273418724</id><published>2008-11-20T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:54:24.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years, 4 years, and Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;***8 YEARS​ AGO *​​*​​*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) How old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) Where​ did you go to schoo​l?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) Where​ did you work?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;See Above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4) Where​ did you live?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;See Above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5) Where​ did you hang out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;See Above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6) Did you wear conta​cts?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yeah, Still do.  Lasik here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7) Who was your best frien​d?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It was 70 other guys in my same position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8) How many tatto​os did you have?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ZERO and still have Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Preparing for my First, very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9) How many pierc​ings did you have?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zero and still have Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10) What car did you drive​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My FEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11) Had you been to a real party​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yeah, Sure, But WHAT's a REAL Party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;12) Had you had your heart​ broke​n?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I thought so, but Not Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13) Were you Singl​e/​​Taken​/​​Marri​ed/​​Divor​ce?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was Married.  lol...  jk.  I was Free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;***4 YEARS​ AGO *​​*​​*​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) How old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) Where​ did you go to schoo​l?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The School of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) Where​ did you work?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just started working at an Engineering Firm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;in Yuma, AZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4) Where​ did you live?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yuma, AZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5) Where​ did you hang out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mexicali, Mexico, and Yuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7) Who was your best frien​d?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;David and Frankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8) How many tatto​os did you have?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zero and still have Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Preparing for my First, very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9) How many pierc​ings did you have?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zero and still have Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10) What car did you drive​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Audi TT Quattro Convertable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11) Had your heart​ broke​n?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I realized my heart could NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Be Broken.  :)  So, NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;12) Were you Singl​e/​​Taken​/​​Marri​ed/​​Divor​ce?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Divorced and then Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13) Any Kids?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I had my first kid that year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*​​*​​*​​*​​TODAY​ (​​2008)​​*​​*​​*​​*​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) Where​ do you work?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am the Director of Marketing, Media and Promotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;for a Local Chain of Restaurants in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Northern Denver (Great Scotts and Jays Grille &amp;amp; Bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) Where​ do you live?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Denver, Westminster, CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4) Do you wear glass​es?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nah, I wear Contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5) Who is/​​are your close​st frien​d(​​s)​​:​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Brother Rey, David, Justin, Melissa, Lance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6) Do u talk to your old frien​ds?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I talk to almost Everyone I've ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That's a Lot of People!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7) How many pierc​ings do you have?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zero and still have Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8) How many tatto​os?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zero and still have Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Preparing for my First, very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9) What kind of car do you have?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mazda Miata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Preparing for my New Red Jeep Wrangler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10) Has your heart​ been broke​n?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Never.  It's still Beating Full of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11) Singl​e/​​taken​/​​marri​ed/​​divor​ced/​​Engag​ed?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm now Engaged again, and Quasi-Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;12) How many kids do you have?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just the Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8784644979273418724?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8784644979273418724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8784644979273418724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8784644979273418724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8784644979273418724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-years-4-years-and-today.html' title='8 years, 4 years, and Today'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2853834508512057381</id><published>2008-11-20T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:23:27.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble Gobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hello All,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well...  I'm still alive, the Sun's still a blazing glory, and I haven't dropped off the face of the Earth yet, even though I keep looking for the ends.  But, I've finally come to the conclusion that the Earth IS ACTUALLY ROUND and limitless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who'd'a'thunk?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  :)  Things have been incredibly Amazing, and incredibly bizzy, and time has been flying by as fast as cats on a polished hardwood floor.  Geesh, it's already THANKSGIVING, and I'm wondering where the year went?  It's been a most extraordinary year though, and lot's of crazy stories to tell around the campfire someday.  However much I'm enjoying this really Late Indian Summer, I'm still missing the SNOW.  If you know me, you know that I LOVE THE COLD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;--&gt; WHEN THERE's SNOW ON THE GROUND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.  Otherwise, it's just cold.  So if anyone knows how I can get a hold of Jack-Frost or Ma-Nature, gimme their number or e-mail address, and I'll write a strongly worded letter.  :)  I can be very persuasive when I try.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I am, however, enjoying the warm days of late, and getting outside to do my yoga and meditation comfortably.  The sun was directly overhead only 3 short months ago, and now it peaks through the leaf-less branches of the sleeping trees, from the south.  I see some strange shadows from time to time, and as always I get lost in my imagination.  It's a perfect setting for collecting my thoughts and centering my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Autumn, in my experiences throughout life, has been one of the most profound times of the year for me.  Growing up, it was always my Birthday, and the return to the days of School when I would start to gather my new harvest of friends for the winter and spring.  Then, in my teen years it became the time for high school football games and playing the Sax in Pep-Band, and doing our Marching band routines for the football games and for competition.  Some of my fondest memories were trying to stay close to one another, just to keep warm in the stands as we made some VERY close friends.  lol.  And then, after high school, the Autumn season for me, was suddenly inundated with endless Summer weather, the Marine corps and Bootcamp.  The tumbling temperatures, the aromas of decadence, and the myriad of sepia tones slowly faded into what seemed to be only a blurry impressionist masterpiece of my memories of the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Upon my arrival in Colorado last year, I was able to experience my very first Autumn after 8 years of Summer.  I was in beautiful Telluride around this time last year, and I had never felt the Earth quake beneath my feet so much as it did when I saw the country-side blanketed in Golds and Reds and Colors I cannot lend my effort to describing as accurately as they should be described.  It was my first experience of the season through these new eyes, and I opened my doors and my heart to a flash-flood of never-before-seen beauty and the ultimate surreality.  In a moment, I knew that my life had been missing out on an important time-period of growth, thriving, decay, and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WHAT A YEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;certainly has been.  I've been in search of creating my own definition of Home, and where it truly is, and have wondered if it is even a place I can locate on a map.  I remember around January of 06, I was getting ready to move out of Yuma, AZ and back to Denver.  It was certain to happen, and Somehow I ended up going the opposite direction and ended up in Sunny San Diego, California - A world of complete newness to me.  For the first 6 months of the year in San Diego, I took another trip into the education world of life, and learning what it takes to have the life I want to have.  I began learning the steps to personal happiness, and freedom from self-bondage.  I took yoga classes and learned to meditate.  I read book after book, and listened to CD after CD.  I watched certain movies over and over again.  I never sensed that the learning would actually change me for the better as much as it did.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The 30th of June, 2007 marked the turning point, when just before, I had begun to fear that all of my learning and studies were never going to materialize into something of substance that I could call my life.  That day marked one of the greatest days in my life.  It became the first day that I stepped out into the world as a New Person, with wisdom and knowledge as a permanent part of me, that I could share with the world in ways I'd never known before.  Up until this turning point in my life, I was lost when it came to home.  I didn't know if my home was in Denver...  Yuma...  San Diego...  or somewhere over yonder.  Christopher S. Hyatt said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To clear the mind of its noise, then to lose the mind altogether. This is meditation. (Of course some would call this insanity.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"  Just as I got lost in the world of living my life, I was found, and I had found my home.  I met some great people who've engraved their footprints in my life and some of them on my heart.  My circle of friends, and acquaintances, and mentors, expanded and grew to a size I could only dream of while growing up as a teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I Still miss San Diego, and plan on returning sometime in my future, if not to live, then to visit all of my friends that I do miss dearly.  But, having lived in Denver for almost a year and a half now, I've discovered my very own plot of land, I've re-claimed it from the Denverites, I've planted my flag, and have since started building the foundations for my future in this place that I an now able to call "My Home." :)  Denver stole my heart this year, and I've had no problem with that whatsoever.  In Denver I've continued to meet remarkably wonderful people from all walks of life, that have made their very own home in my heart, and I consider myself blessed and ever-so grateful that these wonderful people consider themselves lucky to have me in their lives as well.  I really do love my life, and I have EVERY reason to!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As Turkey-Day (or steak-day, or tofurkey-day, or what have you) quickly Approaches, aside from doing a lot of cooking, baking, eating and celebrating, I will be doing a lot of thanking, inside myself, and to certain individuals that have been incomparably profound teachers, friends, loved ones and companions along my journey.  There has never been another year like this one, and if things keep going the way they are, I'm certain that I have nothing but complete perfection, joy, happiness, growth, friendship, and Love to look forward to.  It makes me all warm and cozy, just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll be around throughout the season, e-mailing, and talkin' on the fone, socializing, and workin' like usual, so feel free to say "Hi."  As you may know, I just LOVE sharing MY updates with all of you, but it's always nice to hear how my loved ones are doing as well.  How are you?  What's new?  How's your year been?  Did anything Exciting happen?  What have you learned this year?  Where have you gone?  How have you grown?  I believe we're all students in this classroom of life, and the experiences that we share with each other help us all learn and grow to become better people.  No one person knows all about life, and there's no one that doesn't know enough.  Life is about coming together and bringing our very own unique stories to the table and touching the heart of another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Until we chat, I am wishing you a most joyous start to your Holiday Season.  The winter, the cold, and the snow bring us closer together in the warmth of our hearts and homes, so start enjoying all of the festivities, the hot cocoa, the shopping, the lights, the smiles, and the comforts that the holiday season is sure to bring with it.  And, if there is someone special in your life that brings you smiles and joy, there is ne'er a more perfect time to let them know just how much they mean to you.  :)  You are all very important people in my life, and I wouldn't be the man that I am today without the touch of energy from your hand to mine, the words that you've contributed to my life's book, or the love that you've shared from deep within your heart.  It is for these, that I have never been more grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Relax...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Feel the Earth move beneath your feet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sway with the wandering winds of time and space...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And Remember to always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BREATH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BREATH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BREATH &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;again...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Always Livin' and Lovin' Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Love and Light to You All&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;~Michael A. Cordova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;P.S.  Just in Case I forget, could you please send me your current contact information?  I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;updating my records and would like to make sure I have you in my book!  :)  Address, Phone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Websites, Social Security  (just kidding)...  :)  Anything you'd like to share.  Thanks A Whole Bunch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.S.  Here's a poem I wrote back in 2005 that I thought I'd share with ya!  Enjoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*Autumn Breezes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By: Michael A. Cordova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I hear the blowing winds through the aspen and pine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and I feel the echoing breeze of the November chill, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;as it sweeps down from the Autumn mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The crystal clear waters of the rivers flow among the land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;washing away the impurities and the old, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;while instantly replenishing with beauty and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The wonderful winter wonderlands are soon to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  and I can smell the fresh pure snow in the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;as it prepares for it's journey over the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I hear birds call to one another amidst the trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sharing care and love while basking in the setting sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  as the last golden leaf of the Aspen flutters to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I stand as one with beauty and nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and I feel weightless and free of form and thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;as I breath in the energy of the pure fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  It is the time of decadence and life's passing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;only to be still in the winter months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and re-born in the spring with beauty and perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Of the seasons of change throughout the years and our lives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  there are never more wondrous moments in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and nothing is more beautiful than that of the season of Autumn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I forever long to feel the innocent child-like love of nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;as the Autumn breeze blows by and by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;September-2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Be Sure to Visit My Websites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm1pa2VhY29yZG92YS5ibG9nc3BvdC5jb20v" target="_blank"&gt;www.MySpace.com/MikeACordova&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmpheXNncmlsbGVhbmRiYXIuY29tLw==" target="_blank"&gt;www.JaysGrilleAndBar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/JaysGrilleNBar" target="_blank"&gt;www.Myspace.com/JaysGrilleNBar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/GreatScottsEatery" target="_blank"&gt;www.Myspace.com/&lt;wbr&gt;GreatScottsEatery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2853834508512057381?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2853834508512057381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2853834508512057381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2853834508512057381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2853834508512057381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1962119397747307426</id><published>2008-11-19T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:08:31.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Santa Index</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hmmm...  Food for thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The latest surprise victims of the recession: Small-town Santas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The latest surprise beneficiaries: Internet psychics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Incidentally, consumer confidence has fallen to its lowest level ever recorded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why ask for toys from Santa when you’re asking a psychic about your chances of getting a pink slip this quarter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We’re used to watching the TED spread as an indicator of economic health. Maybe we should start checking the Santa spread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1962119397747307426?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1962119397747307426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1962119397747307426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1962119397747307426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1962119397747307426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/santa-index.html' title='The Santa Index'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8174070434602530966</id><published>2008-11-19T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:46:29.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hilarious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8174070434602530966?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8174070434602530966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8174070434602530966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8174070434602530966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8174070434602530966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-hilarious.html' title='So Hilarious...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1117282743139005762</id><published>2008-11-19T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:26:18.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something we don't see daily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lessons of Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Instruction Manuals for Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on what stage we are in our lives, we can sometimes feel like we ought to know more about who we are or how to live. We may even berate ourselves for making the same mistakes, or for just not "getting it," whatever "it" may be. We wonder how our lives would be now, if only we had “known better.” During moments like these, it is important to remember that none of us are born with instruction manuals and that learning lessons is a lifelong journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inherent to our being born is that we are here to observe, learn, and grow. Accompanying this is a built-in guarantee that there will be mistakes and misadventures along the way. And while it is only natural that we may sometimes become overwhelmed, especially when the lessons keep coming, it is important to remember that learning to understand yourself and your world is an ongoing and active process where the journey is more important than the destination. Every lesson is intended so you can become more of who you are. And as you grow through this self-discovery, you begin to create your own instruction manual. The "how’s" and "why’s" are yours to discover, and part of the beauty of being alive is that these rules are always changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that you would like to explore what your personal instruction manual may already say, then try writing down in order some of the significant events that have happened to you. It’s also important to take note of what you learned from each one. When you are done, you may be surprised to discover how much you are always growing, and that every lesson learned always informs the next. That being said, there is never any need to be hard on yourself or think that you should have it all figured out. We always know as much as we’re meant to know at that moment, and growing into our fullness is a process that unfolds in divine timing. You and your life are beautiful works in progress. Discover yourself and embrace your life’s lessons, and your instruction manual will create itself.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1117282743139005762?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1117282743139005762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1117282743139005762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1117282743139005762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1117282743139005762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-we-dont-see-daily.html' title='Something we don&apos;t see daily'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4015809203354031996</id><published>2008-11-17T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:51:45.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some MORE Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Will your next kiss be a mista​ke?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Absolutely Not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How did you wake up this morni​ng?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I woke up in a Perfect state of Happiness and Smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It couldn't have been any more perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What would​ your last name be if you marri​ed the last perso​n you kisse​d?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My last name wouldn't change.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What'​s the best eye color​ for the oppos​ite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Blue'ish Green'ish Hazel'ish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What are you doing​ tomor​row?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Working and enjoying the Day, yet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can you do a cart wheel​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Of course I can.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can you wiggl​e your ears?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can do both, and then I can do one at a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And then I can alternate them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can you touch​ your nose with your tongu​e?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I have a long tongue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Did you ever want to be a docto​r?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When I was young...  But, Dreams changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Did you ever want to be a teach​er?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I would Love to be a teacher some day.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you ever broke​ the law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sure.  We all have...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mine was Exciting and I Lived to TELL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Does anyon​e not like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't know of a single person that doesn't like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Where​ is your pet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Over There...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you liste​ning to music​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just me and the silence...  Ooh so nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plans​ for the night​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just chillin...  It was a long weekend, and I have another ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you drink​ing anyth​ing?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you eatin​g anyth​ing?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How'​s your heart​ latel​y?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My Heart is overflowing with Love and Abundance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Last Thursday was a Perfect Day for my Heart!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What day is it today​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday the 17th of November...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't believe it's Thanksgiving next week...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What is the last non-​alcoh​olic bever​age you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What do you want right​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to sleep just as I slept last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can peopl​e tell your natio​nalit​y by your last name?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They should be able to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Most incorectly call me Mexican...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you belie​ve in love?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOVE IS who I AM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I BEST BE BELIEVIN'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you miss anyon​e?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope.  They're all in my life right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Some way and some how...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What color​ is your hair?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you too forgi​ving?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There's no such thing as TOO FORGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Forgiveness has nothing to do with anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but yourself...  It HEALS YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you like anyon​e?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Absolutely...  No Doubt About That!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you like schoo​l?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I start Up in January!!!  AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you good at givin​g direc​tions​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I ROCK...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you lost frien​ds in the past 3 years​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;None are Lost who cannot be found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Your recen​t ex reall​y needs​ you at 3 AM and you have a way to his/​her house​ would​ you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't have a Recent EX...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But Technically Speaking, Absolutley.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4015809203354031996?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4015809203354031996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4015809203354031996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4015809203354031996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4015809203354031996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-more-questions.html' title='Some MORE Questions'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4845727257388929182</id><published>2008-11-17T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:24:04.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awakening to Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being Aware is the First Step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey comprised of many steps on our personal path that takes us down a winding road of constant evolution. And each day, we are provided with a myriad of opportunities that can allow us to transform into our next best selves. One moment we are presented with an opportunity to react differently when yet another someone in our life rubs us the wrong way; on another day we may find ourselves wanting to walk away from a particular circumstance but are not sure if we can. Eventually, we may find ourselves stuck in a rut that we can never seem to get out of. We may even make the same choices over and over again because we don't know how to choose otherwise. Rather than moving us forward, our personal paths may take us in a seemingly never-ending circle where our actions and choices lead us nowhere but to where we've already been. It is during these moments that awareness can be the first step to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is when we are able to realize what we are doing. We observe ourselves, noticing our reactions, actions, and choices as if we were a detached viewer. Awareness is the first step to change because we can't make a change unless we are aware that one needs to be made in the first place. We can then begin understanding why we are doing what we are doing. Afterward, it becomes difficult not to change because we are no longer asleep to the truth behind our behaviors. We also begin to realize that, just as much as we are the root source behind the causes for our behaviors, we are also the originator for any changes that we want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a freedom that comes with awareness. Rather than thinking that we are stuck in a repetitive cycle where there is no escape, we begin to see that we very much play a hand in creating our lives. Whether we are aware of them or not, our behaviors and choices are always ours to make. Our past and our present no longer have to dictate our future when we choose to be aware. We are then free to move beyond our old limits, make new choices, and take new actions. With awareness, our paths can't help but wind us forward in our lives while paving the way for new experiences and new ways of being. It is through awareness that we can continue to consciously evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4845727257388929182?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4845727257388929182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4845727257388929182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4845727257388929182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4845727257388929182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-step.html' title='The First Step'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-316261397666218470</id><published>2008-11-14T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:17:01.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's True about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="expanded" id="C12AE139-DECF-4362-87FC-CAA6FD54ECE6_description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Unconditional Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And Finding Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional Love opens us up to a new way of being that allows us to feel a greater sense of inner peace, freedom, and connection with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a way of loving without any assigned conditions, such as wanting someone to be, feel, or act as we wish them too. Or expecting someone to do, feel, or say something towards us in return for our love towards them. There is no fear of rejection, no anticipation of hearing those three little words, or any control over how someone else lives their own life. The one and only experience, thought, and feeling that we encounter when sharing Unconditional Love with another... is Unconditional Love. We love, simply, for the expression of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way a mother and child have an innate connection. The excitement our pet shows on their face as they run towards us. The way an elderly couple take care of one another, even in light of any mental or physical debilitating health. The way we feel in the deepest part of our Being when we sit alone and connect to Energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share Unconditional Love with another, we must first harvest it for ourselves. We cannot share our glass of water with a friend, until we have the glass of water to begin with. When we free ourselves of fear, judgment, need, desire to control, expectations, and resentment, we allow a space for Unconditional Love to breathe. Through meditation, breath-work, affirmations, and other tools, we can release that which is no longer serving us in our lives. That which keeps us from growing, shifting, becoming... we may release. And in it's place, we shall fill up with Unconditional Love and share it with the world. When we sit with another and pass Unconditional Love onto them, and they receive and pass Love Energy back to us, then, both of our energies are amplified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk up to a friend, family member, pet, or stranger and give them an unexpected hug... and then watch what happens. Unconditional Love makes positive shifts in the lives of all it touches; profoundly changing your own life and filling it with inner peace, freedom, and a greater feeling of connection to the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the greatest gift that you could give yourself, or another. Let your presence light the way... one heart at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-316261397666218470?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/316261397666218470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=316261397666218470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/316261397666218470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/316261397666218470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-true-about.html' title='It&apos;s True about...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3131510469761927402</id><published>2008-11-14T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:06:12.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Encouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Finding Encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your True Inner Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within each of us, there are numerous voices often that compete for our attention. It can be difficult to decide which one to listen to, particularly when their messages are all quite different, sometimes conflicting, and even alluring. One voice, however, is the speaker of truth. Among all your inner voices, your true inner voice is the one which encourages you, gives you hope, and pushes you to trust and believe in yourself. Conflict within oneself is often caused by dueling voices inside of each one of us. As we move through life, we get mixed messages from the various aspects of ourselves. Some of our voices, such as the naysayer or saboteur, can speak so loudly that they drown out the voice of truth. Listening to your true inner voice – often the voice of understanding, support, and self-assurance - can help lessen and even resolve internal conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re looking toward the future but your faith in your ability to succeed in life is wavering, you will benefit from finding and listening to your true inner voice. You can connect with it by remaining relaxed and alert, while listening carefully. If you have trouble distinguishing your true voice from the others, meditation may be helpful. You may hear many voices as you meditate, but the one you should pay attention to is the one that speaks to you with love, understanding, and compassion. It will bolster your spirits and urge you to go after your dreams. And it will never cause confusion, remind you of past mistakes, or cause you to doubt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you listen to and believe in what your true inner voice is telling you about your value and your potential, the stronger that voice will become. And the more you disregard the voices that can interfere with your resolve to succeed, the quieter those voices will become. Saying no to the voices that are judgmental and make you feel ashamed will help you stop being critical of your failures and afraid of success. By finding and strengthening your true inner voice, you will be able to ignore internal conflict and pick out the one that speaks the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3131510469761927402?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3131510469761927402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3131510469761927402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3131510469761927402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3131510469761927402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-encouragement.html' title='A Little Encouragement'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-1860950434587884379</id><published>2008-11-13T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:39:22.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflexible Judgments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;Inflexible Judgments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And Creating Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Have you ever felt judgmental?  Or, that you are feeling disapproval toward those whose beliefs differ from your own. Being inflexible in your personal beliefs leaves little room for a higher power or intelligence in your life or in the universe. It has often been said that while you point your finger at someone else, you have three fingers pointing back at you. This illustrates the concept that we are often the most judgmental when we see a reflection of ourselves in others that we don’t want to acknowledge. Inflexibility also leaves little space for growth or connection, and you can become very lonely. Though you may be feeling judgmental and disapproving, you can leave the judgment to others and invest your energy into your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;When we can accept that we don’t know everything, and there is much in the world that we don’t have any knowledge of, we open ourselves up to learning and understanding. If we take the time to see it, we may find that people aren’t very different no matter what part of the world they come from. At our core, we are family, all sharing the same home. We can try to isolate ourselves, but humans do better in communities. Today’s communications technology allows us to see immediately that what happens in one part of the world affects the rest. Being inflexible ultimately will not help you thrive or survive, but being willing to reach out and try to understand each other can create connection and a world of peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-1860950434587884379?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/1860950434587884379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=1860950434587884379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1860950434587884379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/1860950434587884379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/inflexible-judgments.html' title='Inflexible Judgments'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-5935263399160111286</id><published>2008-11-12T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:16:50.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Survey Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Can you honestly say that things are running smoothly for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Right now, Things are as smooth as Glass, Baby...  Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you think the last person you kissed cares for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't give a rats ass...  lol...  jk...  It doesn't concern me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You see a shooting star, do you make a wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I always have time to Wish upon Shooting Stars.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you a big fan of snowstorms or thunderstorms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thunderstorms By FAR!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Think back to your last hug, when and who was it with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It was a 4way hug with my friends.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Where is the next place you will travel to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mexico...  Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Driving on I-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is something you currently want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I want some awesome clothes I saw at Guess the other day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dinner...  Mmmm  Yum...  Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you going to have a good night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Oh yeah, my nights are always good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you have strange dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;All of my dreams that I can remember are strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am happy almost ALL of the time.  :)  Right now, YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How long until your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;10 more months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I believe that there is a reason for everything happening.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Heaven...  lol...  jk...  kinda...  Coronado Beach, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So far, have you had a good day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TODAY WENT SO VERY WELL...  Lot's to be Thankful for.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Last person you told a secret to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't have secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Will you be in bed within twenty minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maybe, I'm kinda tired after last night...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Where were you at 4am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sleeping in Bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Last CD you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My Love Mix CD I made a month ago.  I Pick out Great Music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Right now, I don't really miss anyone in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you have any bruises?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Something that does not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Preparing for Christmas.  jk...  Relaxing and listening to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;130...  Mmmm...  Late night, Great night...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you think that you're a good person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm a FANTASTIC PERSON...  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Have you ever regretted letting someone go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I've never had a hold on someone and couldn't let go if I needed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Has someone ever made you a promise and broke it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't hold people to their promises.  I hold them to their actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you have your eye on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have my eyes on quite a few potentials.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who would you consider your first REAL relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who were you texting before bed monday night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Not Applicable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who is top in your top friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Most Important people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Waiting on anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nothing right not.  I'm content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What shoes did you wear today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Shoes that hurt my toe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Favorite board game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Oh gee, I have quite a few of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are your eyes the same color as your mom's or dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;No...  Mine are different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What's irritating you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My shoulders...  I don't have someone to massage me...  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I haven't focused on those aspects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Have you ever held hands with anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have...  I Love it.  Doesn't happen often...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who was the last person to tell you they love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My mom...  And she meant it...  I Know She Did!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Have you kissed anyone whose name started with a M?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Probably...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What are you excited for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm Excited for  ME, Right NOW, Everything is going So WELL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Have you ever wanted something you couldn' have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yes...  It's called WANTING...  If I could have it, it'd be mine!  lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What's the latest you went to bed this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;130 last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you guilty of saying 'lol' too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yes, see two lines above...  lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you going to miss anyone this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I Hope Not...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You're trapped in a room with your ex for 3 days, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I hope I have my computer.  If not, then I guess I wait patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and do what must be done to be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-5935263399160111286?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/5935263399160111286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=5935263399160111286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5935263399160111286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5935263399160111286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-survey-questions.html' title='Some Survey Questions...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4725109177405568921</id><published>2008-11-12T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:54:27.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Re-Phrased...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Re-Phrased Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Okay, so, after a few discussions, and some received input to my last question, I realized that I wasn't getting the responses I was looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I realize that it is HUMAN NATURE to feel the NEED to compare and create an imaginary caste system that sets people at certain levels according to Amount of Life Experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;With this known, my question now becomes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How does one accept and deal with a person that feels that their ability to relate to others is dependent upon similar life experiences.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All thoughts and ideas are welcomed and never disregarded.  Thanks for your input&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4725109177405568921?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4725109177405568921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4725109177405568921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4725109177405568921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4725109177405568921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-re-phrased.html' title='Question Re-Phrased...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6736220506071578932</id><published>2008-11-12T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:30:56.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Must We Compare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="pagenewsheadline"&gt;Why Must We Compare... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; Things are as they are. We make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; Why must we compare Ourselves and our Life Experiences to others. We all have different experiences. How can we compare Apples to Oranges, or say that one is superior to the other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; Do we compare simply because we need to validate our level on some Imaginary Caste System? Is it Ego Satisfaction?  Or is there something deeper that maybe my 26 year old self just doesn't understand yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="newsstory"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6736220506071578932?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6736220506071578932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6736220506071578932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6736220506071578932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6736220506071578932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-must-we-compare.html' title='Why Must We Compare?'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-29701220015922654</id><published>2008-11-11T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:51:10.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day and Marine Corps Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Veterans Day to All Vets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Originally today was Armistice Day, commemorating the signing of the agreement that ended World War I at 11:00 A.M., November 11, 1918.  This federal holiday was changed to Veterans Day in 1954. At that time, it became a day to honor all the men and women who have served in the armed forces of the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;And Yesterday, was the official birthday of the United States Marine Corps. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday My Fellow Marines.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;November 10, was when the Second Continental Congress decreed: “That two battalions of Marines be raised consisting of one Colonel, two lieutenant-colonels, two majors and other officers, as usual in other regiments; that they consist of an equal number of privates as with other battalions, that particular care be taken that no persons be appointed to offices, or enlisted into said battalions, but such as are good seamen, or so acquainted with maritime affairs as to be able to serve for and during the present war with Great Britain and the Colonies; unless dismissed by Congress; that they be distinguished by the names of the First and Second Battalions of Marines.  ”Tun Tavern is regarded as the location of the first Marines to enlist under Commandant Samuel Nicholas.  When the Revolutionary War ended in 1783, the Continental Navy was disestablished, and with it, the Continental Marines. The Corps was re-established on 11 July 1798, when the "act for establishing and organizing a Marine Corps" was signed by President John Adams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Prior to 1921, Marines celebrated the recreation of the Corps on 11 July with little pomp or pagentry.  On October 21, 1921, Major Edwin McClellan, in charge the Corps' only historical section, sent a memorandum to Commandant John A. Lejeune, suggesting the Marines’ original birthday of November 10 be declared a Marine Corps holiday to be celebrated throughout the Corps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; The celebrations were formalized and standardized by Commandant Lemuel C. Shepherd, Jr. in 1952, outlining the cake cutting ceremony, which would enter the Marine Drill Manual in 1956. By tradition, the first slice of cake is given to the oldest Marine present, who in turn hands it off to the youngest Marine present, symbolizing the old and experienced Marines passing their knowledge to the new generation of Marines. The celebration also includes a reading of Marine Corps Order 47, republished every year, as well as a message from the current Commandant, and often includes a banquet and dancing if possible. In many cases, the birthday celebration will also include a pageant of current and historical Marine Corps uniforms, as a reminder of the history of the Corps.  Marines are reputed to celebrate the birthday, regardless of where they may be in the world, even in austere environments or combat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I share my My Deepest Gratitude for all who've served.  Thank You.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; May you one day realize just how important of a part you play in making history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Michael A. Cordova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-29701220015922654?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/29701220015922654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=29701220015922654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/29701220015922654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/29701220015922654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day-and-marine-corps-birthday.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day and Marine Corps Birthday'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6460213368982535514</id><published>2008-11-08T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:17:20.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; 1.What was the highlight of your week? There were so many, It's hard to pass one as being the MAIN Highlight.  But, I've gotta say, it was making the acquaintance of a Bright Brilliant Light in Salt Lake City Utah.  It's so nice to know GOOD People :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2.Whose car were you in last? Other than mine, My Bro's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3.When is the next time you will kiss someone? Probably tonight.  Let's Get Freaky!!!  lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4.What color shirt are you wearing? Yellow for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5.How long is your hair? Newly cut Short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;6.Are you good looking? Hell Yeah, I'd have issues if I didn't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;7.Last movie you watched? Choke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;8.Who were you with? Justin and Wookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;9.Last thing you ate? Jambalaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;10.Last thing you drank? Love me Some Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;11.When was the last time you had your heart broken? My Heart is resilient.  But, I'd have to say 3 weeks ago, someone got close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;12.Who came over last? The comcast Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;13.Are you happy right now? I'm never more Thrilled than right NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;14.What did you say last? "Okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;15.Where is your phone? Exactly where it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;16.What color are your eyes? brownish, greenish, hazelish, greyish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;17.Are you left-handed? Nope, to me, left is wrong.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;18.Spell your name without vowels: Mchl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;19. Do you have any pets?Love My children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;20.Favorite Vacation? Maui, Acapulco, and Bahamas all tie for best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;21.What do you dislike currently? Time goes by so slowly...  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;22.What are you listening to? The Sound of Silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;23. If you could have one thing right now what would it be? Ice Cream, or Chocolate.  Either one would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;24.What is your favorite scent? Mmmm, after-the-Rain and Cedarwood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;25.Who makes you happiest? Above all else, ME.  I can't depend on anyone else to do what I must do for myself!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;26.What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;27.When is your birthday? Mid-September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;28.Who has the same phone as you? Oprah and David Letterman, It's true, I looked it up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;29.Last time you went swimming in a pool? Just the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;30. Do you read your horoscope? Sure.  It doesn't hurt, and mine are always good.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;31.Where was the last place you bought something? Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;32.How do you feel about your hair right now? Just got it cut and it always looks best just after the cut.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;33. Do you bite your nails? NEVER.  I think it's a disgusting habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;34. Do you have any expensive jewelery? Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;35.Where is your favorite place to eat? Acapulco.  Mmmm...  Cheeseburger in Paradise...  Mmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;36.Myspace or facebook? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;37.How fast have you driven a car? 130 Miles Per hour.  After that, the world began to warp around me and time slowed down.  I'm actually 45 seconds younger than everyone.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;38.Have you ever smoked? yeah, when I was 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;39.What was or is your favorite subject in school? Engineering and Drafting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;40. Do you have Verizon? Grrr...  No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;41.What type of boy or girl do you usually fall for? The good ones, and usually the ones that are taken.  Single life is Great, Couldn't ask for more right now!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;42. Do you have any hidden talents? Boy-oy-boy, wouldn't you just LOVE to know...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;43.Favorite Song? There are too many to have Just ONE!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;44. Do you like to sing at all? I've been singing since the day I was born!!!  :)  I sing all the time.  sometimes you might catch me breaking out into the chorus of a song at ANY given time.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;45.Dream Job? I am currently at my Dream Job.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;46.Where does most of your family live? Colorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;47.Are you an only child or do you have siblings? 2 Older Bros.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;48.Would you consider yourself to be spoiled? I Spoil Myself All The time.  No one Better to Spoil!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;49.What was the first thing you thought when you woke up? Mmmm, Today will be a most Perfect Day! :)  :)  And it Sure HAS BEEN!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;50.Do you drink? Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;51.Know any other languages? Bad Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;52.Ever write a coded message? Yeah, when I was a kid.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;53.Have you ever been IN a wedding? Only my bros wedding when I was 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;54. Do you have any children? None that I know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;55.Did you take a nap today? Haven't lately, I've had so much energy, I can't sleep during the day.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;56.Who has the same birthday as you? Alicia, and a few other famous people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;57.Ever met anyone famous before? Many, but they ARE just people, so it wasn't really anything Grand.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;58.Do you want to be famous one day? I will be.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;59.Any Pet Peeves? People who can't communicate, and Nail-Biters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;60.Are you multitasking right now? Oh yeah.  I multi-task ALL the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;61. Do you like Britany Spears? A couple songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;62.What is your least favorite chore? I do everything with gratitude, there is no LEAST favorite.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;63.Last place you drove your car? The Bank.  Deposits RULE!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;64.Ever been out of the country? Yes, I've been to 8 other countries, and that's just the Beginning of the list.  I'm soon to travel to many many more.  And Italy is Up Next!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;65.Where were you born? Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;66.Could you handle being in the military? I WAS in the Military.  USMC Baby...  OohRah...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;67.What is your average cell phone bill? $60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;68.Who are you thinking about right now? Stinky Cheese, and Wine...  Mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;69.When was the last time you laughed REALLY hard? I laugh TOO much to remember the last time...  lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;70.How many pairs of shoes do you own? only a few.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;71.Are your toes always painted? Ummm, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;72.How many piercings do you have? ZERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;73.What are you doing today? Exciting Stuff...  Starting in 2 hours.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;74.Have you ever been gambling? Sure, and I won a LOT of Money, but, I don't like to gamble much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;75.When is the last time you updated your page? this last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;76.Do you like rollercoasters? I LOVE the Thrills and Excitement and the rush and the adrenaline and the gravity and everything else involved with Roller Coasters...  Mmmm  Cedar Point, here I Come!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;77.Have you ever been to disneyland or world? I've been to both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;78.Do you have a favorite cartoon character? Stitch RULES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;79.Last thing you cooked? French Toast.  My Yummy Treat.  Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;80.How's the weather? Cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;81.Do you e-mail? A LOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;82.What's the stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone? Dropped it in the grass getting into a car, and then it rained that night, and then it was totally screwed up the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;83.Last time you were sick? I don't remember.  I don't get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;84.What states have you lived in? Colorado, Missouri, California, and Arizona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;85. Do you wish you could move? Yeah, I wanna get outta this hell-hole.  Just kidding.  Denver's growing on me.  :)  It's a wonderful city.  I'll see what the next couple years hold for me.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;86. Do you take all the QuizPox.com quizzes?  What the HELL????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;87.What is your dream car? Jeep Wrangler  RED.  Lifted.  Roll-bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;88.Have you ever wanted someone you cant have? Well, sure theoretically, but the reality is, I can have anyone I want, if I want them bad enough.  I am my own barrier to having what I want.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;89.If you could be anywhere right now where would it be? Right HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;90.Are you happy with your life? Yes, Everything has turned 180 degrees from a couple months ago, and Life couldn't be more Exciting and Wonderful!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6460213368982535514?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6460213368982535514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6460213368982535514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6460213368982535514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6460213368982535514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-questions.html' title='Some Questions...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8648049339391618038</id><published>2008-11-07T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:52:11.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/enfp.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. You break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmJsb2d0aGluZ3MuY29tL3doYXRzeW91cnBlcnNvbmFsaXR5dHlwZXF1aXov"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8648049339391618038?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.jaysgrilleandbar.com/" target="_self"&gt;VISIT JAY's WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb131/mikeacordova/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JAYSBARSPECIALSTableTopSMALL.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb131/mikeacordova/JAYSBARSPECIALSTableTopSMALL.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-5641239363669128373?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-931061881467128246</id><published>2008-11-04T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:44:40.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTORY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;44th Presidential Elect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What an INCREDIBLE time in History to witness, and be a part of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm ever so thankful that there were more than enough people out there, that understood the value of creating a change in a nation.  As change is the only constant in our universe, we must embrace it, and accept it; and according to record numbers, we can see that there was a general consensus among ALL, that Change was necessary, and we all came together to make it happen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;As Veteran's Day approaches, I have never felt more proud of and for my country and the people.  I served in Operation Iraqi Freedom and the Operation Enduring Freedom Wars.  I remember falling asleep in the deserts beneath the starry skies of Iraq, and waking up to beautiful sunrises.  I remember experiencing what it is actually like to fear for my life as I endured my moments of combat.  I remember moments of wonderful friendship with complete strangers, only to say farewell to them days later as they took their journey into the heaven's above.  I remember knowing that the only thing that I had to push me through some of the darkest moments of my life, was the knowledge of how to do so, and the Love of my friends and family back home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I Proudly served my country in the Marine Corps, the most difficult branch of service, for 8 years, and never regret a single moment.  If situations were different, I would still be active duty, and would have just begun by 9th year as a Marine.  Maybe a different lifetime will tell that story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So, this is a time in our history, in our NOW, to celebrate, and to understand that what is happening, is nothing more and nothing less than Complete Perfection.  What a time to be alive.  And, just as I have endured through a dark stretch of my life only to wake up to brighter sunrises and beautiful days filled with abundance and prosperity, the nation and the world will begin to celebrate with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's time for me to start planning my first long vacation in 5 years, and there's never been a better reason to travel and Celebrate.  My FIRST stop along my journey is going to be my first time in Puerto Vallarta, or Cancun, Mexico.  I haven't been to either place yet, and there's never a better time to do so than while I'm in my 20's.  Heck, Maybe Spring Break.  Anyone Wanna Tag Along?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;P.S. I FINALLY got to open my bottle of Veuve Clicquot.  I've had it since MAY, and couldn't find a good enough reason to pop it.  And Tonight, I did just that.  (Glad I Saved it...)  &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/artistic.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations Obama and Family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Happy Pre-Veteran's Day to All Military Veteran's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You For Your Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and Light to ALL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczIxMS5waG90b2J1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL2JiMTMxL21pa2VhY29yZG92YS8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1Dcm9wcGVkVmVyc2lvbi0xLmpwZw==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb131/mikeacordova/CroppedVersion-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-931061881467128246?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/931061881467128246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=931061881467128246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/931061881467128246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/931061881467128246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/history.html' title='HISTORY...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-610387987222494058</id><published>2008-11-04T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:21:47.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness --&gt; Openness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emptiness Becomes Openness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes a Loss Can Be a Gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;When we lose anything that we cherish, the sense of emptiness we are left behind with can be overwhelming. A space that was filled, whether in our lives or our hearts, is now a void, and the feelings of pain, loss, and separation can sometimes be difficult to bear. While it is always important to honor what we've lost, sometimes a loss can also represent a chance for a new beginning. When we are ready, the void left by a relationship, a job, or a dream can then be viewed as open space that can be filled with something new: new experiences, new knowledge, new job opportunities, new dreams, new people, and new ways to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There are many ways to weave the threads of loss into a blessing. If you've lost a job or ended a relationship, your first thoughts may revolve around filling the void with a similar job or the same kind of relationship. Try not to rush into anything just to fill up the emptiness. The loss of a job can free you up to explore new opportunities, especially if you've outgrown the old one. Likewise, the loss of a relationship can give you a chance to rediscover your own interests, explore new passions, and meet different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;If seeking the good in what seems like a bad situation makes you feel uncomfortable, then try to remember that you are not devaluing what you've lost or replacing it cold-heartedly. You are surrendering to the fact that, in life, we sometimes have to let go and allow for what is new to enter into the open spaces created by our losses. In doing so, you are honoring what has left you and welcoming the new into your life with open space, an open mind, and an open heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-610387987222494058?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/610387987222494058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=610387987222494058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/610387987222494058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/610387987222494058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/emptiness-openness.html' title='Emptiness --&gt; Openness...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6213881282225757062</id><published>2008-11-04T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:15:08.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owning Our Actions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Taking Responsibility For Our Actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Doing What is Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Most of us hesitate to confess our mistakes. We are equally reluctant to express regret, and it is a rare person who tries to make amends or even simply render a heartfelt apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; It is this reluctance of most people to admit that they've committed a mistake that forms the root of much human strife. An unforgiving, unrepentant nature - whether among individuals, families, communities or nations - is responsible for misunderstandings that lead to enmity and hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Asked what she thought was most needed in the coming century, the celebrated historian Barbara Tuchman and Pulitzer prize winner said: "Personal responsibility... taking responsibility for your behaviour and not forever supposing that society must forgive you because it's not your fault". The mistake may not be totally one's own. But usually, in some subtle way - either through action, reaction or even inaction - we played our role poorly. A teenager had just passed his driving test and was eager to drive his father's car. His father agreed. He asked his son to drop him at a place that was some 18 miles from home before he took the car for servicing. The father then wanted his son to pick him up at four in the afternoon so that they could go home together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; The boy dropped off his father, took the car to the garage and went to watch a film. Losing track of time, he continued to watch the film until 6 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Afraid his father would scold him for being late and would never give him the car again, the boy collected the car, arrived at the appointed place and said, "Dad, I'm sorry I'm late but it took the mechanic longer than usual to service the car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; "Son, I phoned the garage," his father replied. "The car was ready at 4 p.m." The boy looked down. "I'm sorry, but I went to watch a film." "Son, I'm very angry," replied the father after a moment of thought. "But not with you. I'm angry with myself. Where did I go wrong as a father? Why did you have to lie to me? Take the car home. I will introspect as I walk back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; The boy trailed behind his father, imploring him to sit inside the car. But his father continued walking silently, soul-searching all the way back home. Distraught, the son pledged to never again lie to his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; In the story, not only the boy, his father, too, gets transformed. We all need to examine ourselves inside - have we gone wrong somewhere? For, it is almost impossible to change others, but we can change ourselves. If we all decided to do just that, there would be no need to change anybody else anyway. The world would be transformed in a single blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Another thing that we need to change is our negative attitude to life. So few seem to be truly happy. Happiness is relative. It has little to do with money, fame or power. Why else do so many people who have all three end up leading miserable lives? A positive attitude will make you grow. You will be able to achieve happiness and spread it around, making the world a better place to live in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6213881282225757062?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6213881282225757062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6213881282225757062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6213881282225757062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6213881282225757062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/owning-our-actions.html' title='Owning Our Actions...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-2324669308134174449</id><published>2008-11-04T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:27:46.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb131/mikeacordova/?action=view&amp;amp;current=i-voted.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb131/mikeacordova/i-voted.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-2324669308134174449?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/2324669308134174449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=2324669308134174449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2324669308134174449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/2324669308134174449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-2008.html' title='Election Day 2008...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-689283750505325097</id><published>2008-11-04T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:54:39.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deep...  And The Blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plunging Into The Deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life Can Be Scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Life can take us on a roller coaster ride full of highs and lows and twists and turns. Even for those of us who enjoy unexpected thrills, it's frightening to suddenly find ourselves heading for a deep plunge. Yet, it happens to all of us. At these moments, it is important to remember that you are not alone in your experiences. No matter how brave, strong, or levelheaded we are, sometimes, we all get scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Our fears may revolve around our physical safety, particularly if we are not feeling well, living under difficult circumstances, or doing work that exposes us to hazardous conditions. Or, we may be experiencing financial woes that are causing us to be fearful about making ends meet. We may also fear the loss of a loved one who is sick, or we may be scared of never finding someone special to spend our life with. We may be scared to start at a new school, begin a different job, move to a new town, or meet new people. Whatever our fears are, they are valid, and we do not need to feel ashamed or embarrassed that we are, at times, afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It may be comforting to know that everyone gets scared, and it is perfectly OK. Sometimes just acknowledging our fears is enough to make us feel better. And while it sometimes takes a lot more to ease our mind, we can console ourselves with the knowledge that life can be scary at times. Giving ourselves permission to be scared lets us move through our fears so we can let it go. It also makes it alright to share our fears with others. Sharing our apprehensions with other people can make our fears less overwhelming because we are not letting them grow inside of us as pent up emotions. Sharing our fears also can lighten our burden because we are not carrying our worries all by ourselves. Remember that you are not alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And, just a side note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The Worlds FIRST BLUE ROSES Go On Display In Japan TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1082290/Pictured-Worlds-truly-blue-roses-display-Japan.html" target="_self"&gt;TRUE BLUE ROSES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-689283750505325097?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/689283750505325097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=689283750505325097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/689283750505325097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/689283750505325097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-and-blue.html' title='The Deep...  And The Blue...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6286928337429690523</id><published>2008-10-29T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:56:52.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Embracing Unpredictability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When Life Throws You A Curve Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In life, we are always setting goals for ourselves and working to make them happen. This gives us focus and ensures that we use our time and energy efficiently and effectively. It also provides us with a sense of purpose and direction. We know where we are going and what we want to do. But quite often, due to forces outside our control, things do not go as we had planned—the flat tire on the way to the wedding, the unforeseen flu virus—and we have to adjust to a postponement or create a whole new set of circumstances. Even positive turns of fortune — an unexpected influx of cash or falling in love — require us to be flexible and to reconsider our plans and priorities, sometimes in the blink of an eye. This is what happens when life throws you a curve ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The ability to accept what is happening and let go of your original expectations is key when dealing with these unexpected turns of fate. We have a tendency to get stuck in our heads, clinging to an idea of how we think life should go, and we can have a hard time accepting anything that doesn’t comply with that idea. The fact is that life is unpredictable. The trip you thought was for business — and when the deal fell through, you got depressed — actually landed you at the airport two days earlier than planned so you could meet the love of your life. Your car breaks down, and you are late for an appointment. While it’s true that you never arrive at that important meeting, you end up spending a few relaxing hours with people you would never have met otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In order to keep us awake to opportunity and to teach us equanimity, the universe throws us the occasional curve ball. Remember that curve balls are not only life’s way of keeping us awake, which is a gift in and of itself; they are also often life’s way of bringing us wonderful surprises. Next time a curve ball comes your way, take a deep breath, say thank you, and open your mind to a new opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6286928337429690523?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6286928337429690523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6286928337429690523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6286928337429690523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6286928337429690523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/10/embracing-unpredictability-when-life.html' title=''/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3335778170018397574</id><published>2008-10-28T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:04:32.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Just some cool Lyrics from a song by one of my favorite Artists that I've been listening to a lot more lately.  Maybe it's the talent, maybe it's the message, maybe it's the song and maybe it's the tune.  Some words speak louder than others, and these words spoke to me.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy...  The youtube video is at the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget About It (Lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: Allison Krauss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm admittin' I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And I'll just take what's mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And broken right out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll split and I'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And you'll have memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You'll find hard to ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'Cause after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll see you sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maybe when I can't recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How you drove me crazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When forever's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I won't remember how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I loved you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Put me out of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now that you're free and easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Out there on the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When you're lying in bed just wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I was there to lay you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'Cause after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll see you sometime maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When you will recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How I drove you crazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about those starlit nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Laying by the fireside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Holding you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I can't remember when I felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So just forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When you see me on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Don't wink, don't wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Don't try to tease me with your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If we chance to meet somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Don't think it's cause I'm trying to reconcile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'Cause after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll see you sometime maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When I can't recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How you drove me crazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget about those starlit nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Laying by the fireside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Holding you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I can't remember when I felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So just forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QhRla69xrI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QhRla69xrI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3335778170018397574?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3335778170018397574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3335778170018397574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3335778170018397574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3335778170018397574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-some-cool-lyrics-from-song-by-one.html' title=''/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-4156066016420805279</id><published>2008-10-27T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:40:00.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going With The Flow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoying the Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Flow of the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The flow of the universe moves through everything. It’s in the rocks that form, get pounded into dust, and are blown away, the sprouting of a summer flower born from a seed planted in the spring, the growth cycle that every human being goes through, and the current that takes us down our life’s paths. When we move with the flow, rather than resisting it, we are riding on the universal current that allows us to flow with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Many people live their lives struggling against this current. They try to use force or resistance to will their lives into happening the way they think it should. Others move with this flow like a sailor using the wind, trusting that the universe is taking them exactly where they need to be at all times. This flow is accessible to everyone because it moves through and around us. We are always riding this flow. It’s just a matter of whether we are willing to go with it or resist it. Tapping into the flow is often a matter of letting go of the notion that we need to be in control at all times. The flow is always taking you where you need to go. It’s just a matter of deciding whether you plan on taking the ride or dragging your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Learning to step into the flow can help you feel a connection to a force that is greater than you and is always there to support you. The decision to go with the flow can take courage because you are surrendering the notion that you need to do everything by yourself. Riding the flow of the universe can be effortless, exhilarating, and not like anything that you ever expected. When you are open to being in this flow, you open yourself to possibilities that exist beyond the grasp of your control. As a child, you were naturally swept by the flow. Tears of sadness falling down your face could just as quickly turn to tears of laughter. Just the tiniest wave carrying you forward off the shores of the ocean could carry you into peals of delight. Our souls feel good when we go with the flow of the universe. All we have to do is make the choice to ride its currents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-4156066016420805279?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/4156066016420805279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=4156066016420805279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4156066016420805279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/4156066016420805279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-with-flow.html' title='Going With The Flow...'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-8971055083531793647</id><published>2008-10-23T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:35:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;TO MY LOVED ONES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Happy Halloween Time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;May your festivities bring bright and colorful ceremonies, as we celebrate All Hallows Eve and/or Halloween. Or if you don't celebrate, there's no better time to go out scaring little children with a scary costume.  (Just kidding, kinda...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh, and you simply cannot ask for anything more exciting than Creatively Carving Pumpkins with the ones you love.  This truly is the season that families, friends and couples get closer, and it's not just because of the weather!  It is truly marvelous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I was taking a break this afternoon in my back yard, and there were so many wonderful colors on the ground.  Yellow, Orange, Red, Brown, Some Green...  I took some deep breaths, and centered myself in a pure state of knowing that I am in a balanced state of Emotional, Mental, Spiritual, Physical, Social and Financial perfection.  I continued to breath, and then I suddenly returned to nature, and beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I've gotta say, this year has been one incredibly amazing year so far.  This summer and autumn were two seasons totally worth remembering, as it brought about test after test, and trial after trial.  But, as I look back upon my trials and triumphs, I see that everything has been nothing other than Completely Perfect.  Not that I am just starting out in my life (considering I turned 26 this year), but I guess you can say, I've been creating a NEW life for myself; one that better represents my deepest desires, and my most heartfelt wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I've finally found along my path of life, the tracks I need to be taking, in order to get to where I want to be in my goals for success and happiness.  I've immersed myself into a tremendous amount of personal development over the past year, and just as I thought things couldn't be any worse, and the skies couldn't be any darker, everything in my life changed, and the light at the end of the tunnel became ever so clear and apparent.  I couldn't be happier right here and right now, at this very moment that I am alive and breathing and Loving and feeling Loved.  My Life is Truly Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Call me a "Maverick" of sorts.  lol...  I've picked up an incredible job in Denver as the Director of Marketing, Media and Promotions for 3 amazing restaurants that I've been frequenting for the past 9 years of my life.  What makes the whole situation even better is the fact that I have 9 years of belief in these companies, and I know that my Graphic Design talents and Interpersonal Communication abilities can be put to use to help boost the Company Profits and Name Recognition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I've also chosen the path that has led me to The Art Institute of Colorado.  I'm completely enrolled in school, and I must share my total Gratitude for the Marine Corps for better allowing this to happen, and happen so quickly.  I start School in January 2009, and I will be receiving my Associates Degree in Graphic Arts and Design toward the end of Summer 2010.  It's Happening.  It's REALLY HAPPENING.  And, it's my first time back in the school environment since I graduated from my Military Schooling in Ft. Leonardwood, Missouri in 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BIG CHANGES, and I've always welcomed Change with Wide Open Arms, (It's what makes my life SO Exciting...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I must share my deepest warmth and gratitude for all of you, for being a part of my life.  It's so wonderful to know that I have so many wonderful and caring people from every walk of life, in my life.  So, as darkness falls across the land, and the Midnight Hour is close at hand, the creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize your neighborhood.  Don't get caught as the Vampires Victim, take care of yourself, and take some time to HAVE FUN FOR THE HOLIDAY WEEKEND for whatever reason that you wish, (or for none at all)...  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AND, most importantly, you must always remember to Breath a lot, and Drink lot's of Water.  And...  Watch out for Tarzan swingin' through the trees on Halloween night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm including a poem that I wrote toward the end of October in 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Wow, how far ago that seems, and yet, how true and ever constant the words and meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Enjoy the reading below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Happy Halloween Season...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;~Michael A. Cordova~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MikeACordova.com&lt;br /&gt;www.MySpace.com/Mikeacordova&lt;br /&gt;www.MikeACordova.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;*Circle of Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;By: Michael A. Cordova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Plugging into the Circle of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and giving to and drawing out the energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The pictures becomes more clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and the responses become real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Creating unity with static energy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and with the flowing energy of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Giving into the unlimited expressions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;the truest forms of life are revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Waking the giant within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and feeling the surge of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;intense, electrical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and deeply emotional responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Energies, one form to another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;is all and everything that we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The capabilities and the possibilities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and the endless forms of super-creations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Being the ultimate true oneness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and to possess the gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;to give back to life what it has given,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;becomes the circle of Life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;10.29.05 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-8971055083531793647?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/8971055083531793647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=8971055083531793647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8971055083531793647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/8971055083531793647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-loved-ones-happy-halloween-time.html' title=''/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-5355954906920699820</id><published>2008-10-22T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:55:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey, Anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Just Some Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And My Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you marri​ed the perso​n you last talke​d to, what would​ your last name be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;CORDOVA???  I can't marry my mom though...  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;2) What did you do today​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Everything, E-Mails, Pick up Vehicle, Write, Sing, Listen to Music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;3) Do you know a secre​t about​ your last ex that would​ embar​rass them?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I forget Secrets...  If I remembered, I would never share.  It's not my place to talk about other people's secrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;4) What is one fact about​ the last perso​n who calle​d you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;He had surgery yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;5) Can you use chops​ticks​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a Chop-Stick Ninja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;6) How old were you when you lost your first​ tooth​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I was old enough, and young enough at the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;7) Last time you were on the phone​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;8) What'​​​s for dinne​r?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't know right now...  It's too early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;9) Ever been to see the Statu​e of Liber​ty?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Not Yet.  But it's in my plans...  !!!  :)  Can't Wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;10) Votin​g for Obama​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;11) How many e-​​​mail addre​sses do you have?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;One Personal and 3 for Work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;12) Last time you washe​d your hair?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;yesterday morning.  And very very soon again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;13) Who will you be sleep​ing next to tonit​e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tickles, and Maui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;14) Do you like Oreos​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I Love me Some Chocolate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;15) Do you send out thank​ you cards​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I send them out when the person actually deserves them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;16) Can you ice skate​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Maybe I will learn sometime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;17)​​​Do you have a broth​er?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I have 2 older Bros!!! My Best Friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;18) Do you know how to chang​e a diape​r?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't think I ever have, and I would hope I don't have to!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;19) Do you keep a plann​er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh my, I don't know what I did without mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;20) Do you like to groce​ry shop?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I like to grocery shop when I am shopping for only me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I MAKE THE BEST FOOD EVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;21) What kind of mood are you in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Right now, I am in an Adventurous Mood!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;22) What do you regre​t?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I realize that my past is my past, and I am here right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I do not have a single regret.  It's not worth my now-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;23) Do you do your own laund​ry?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I send it out to the cleaners...  Just Kidding.  Of course I do my own laundry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;24) Has someo​ne close​ to you passe​d away this year?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My Cousin, my Great Aunt, and a friend in Michigan...  All in the last 3 months.  Strange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;25) Baths​ or showe​rs?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Shower/Baths...  They're fun, you should try them!!!  :)  It's like I'm swimming in the Rain!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;26) Do you take out the trash​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Everyone needs to "Take out the Trash"...  If we don't then it builds up and we die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;27) Are you going​ on vacat​ion soon?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes...  Can't tell you where yet...  :)  It's a surprise...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;28) What'​​​s the best part about​ being​ you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I have lived an Incredibly Amazing Life, and I've experience some incredibly amazing times.  The world is My Playground, and I've got the World on a String, and I'm Sittin' on a Rainbow...  Life is Grand!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;29) Paper​ or Plast​ic?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't know...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;30) Do you watch​ "The Hills​"​​​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll climb the Hills before I sit and watch useless television shows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;31) Last CD you playe​d?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A Mix CD from 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;32) What did you do last Satur​day night​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I watched Choke with my friends, Ate some great Foods, and then went out and did some socializing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;33) What are you think​ing about​ right​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm thinking about G-Forces, and Training my body to release tension...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;34) Weari​ng any brace​lets?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;On occasion, bbut not now.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;35) Last thing​ someo​ne bough​t for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Food...  Beer...  Food...  Movie Ticket...  And that's it.  I haven't received a REAL gift from someone in AGES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;36) What are you doing​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This Survey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;37) Where​ would​ you like to be right​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Fiji...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;38) Have you ever eaten​ raw pumpk​in?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I usually Bake Pumpkin and then make Pumpkin Pies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;39) Do you have a favor​ite Leona​rdo DiCap​rio movie​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Not really...  I'm not too big of a fan of Leo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;40) Have you ever donat​ed blood​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Of course.  It's good for the body!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;41) What did you do for Valen​tine'​​​s day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing.  It's just another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;42) Have you ever joine​d a gym?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Of course.  I can't imagine being without a gym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;43) Do you know what high schoo​l your mothe​r went to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;She went to MY High School...  Ranum High School...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;44) Are any of your dad'​​​s sibli​ngs marri​ed?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh my...  ALL of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;45) Did you tell the last perso​n you had a crush​ on your feeli​ngs for them?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I always express my true feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;46) When'​​​s your birth​day?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It's usually on the 15th of September...  Sometimes it isn't!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;47) Who was the last perso​n to make you a home cooke​d dinne​r?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ME!!!  :)  YUM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;48) What movie​ do you reall​y want to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;There's too many to list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;49) What time will you be getti​ng up in the morni​ng?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Which one?  It varies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;50) Any weeke​nd plans​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Of course I have my weekend plans...  It's gonna be a GREAT WEEKEND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;51) Will you be in your bed withi​n twent​y minut​es?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;52) Who was your last text from?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't know.  They are all deleted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;53) What did it say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't really care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;54) Do you love anyon​e?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I LOVE ME!!!  And That's ALL I NEED!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;55) Was today​ a good day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;IT HAS BEEN SO FAR!!!  :)  YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-5355954906920699820?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/5355954906920699820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=5355954906920699820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5355954906920699820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5355954906920699820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/10/survey-anyone.html' title='Survey, Anyone???'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-6476790298182578534</id><published>2008-10-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:52:11.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Answers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Finding Answers Within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You Have All the Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Many of us seek the answers to life’s questions by looking outside of ourselves and trying to glean advice from the people around us. But as each of us is unique, with our own personal histories, our own sense of right and wrong, and our own way of experiencing the world that defines our realities, looking to others for our answers is only partially helpful. The answers to our personal questions can be most often found by looking within. When we realize that we always have access to the part of us that always knows what we need and is meant to act as our inner compass, we can stop searching outside of ourselves. If we can learn to hear, trust, and embrace the wisdom that lives within each of us, we will be able to confidently navigate our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Trusting our inner wisdom may be awkward at first, particularly if we grew up around people who taught us to look to others for answers. We each have exclusive access to our inner knowing. All we have to do is remember how to listen. Remember to be patient as we relearn how to hear, receive, and follow our own guidance. If we are unsure about whether following our inner wisdom will prove reliable, we may want to think of a time when we did trust our own knowing and everything worked out. Recall how the answers came to us, how they felt in our body as we considered them, and what happened when we acted upon this guidance. Now, we recall a time when we didn’t trust ourselves and the results didn’t work out as we had hoped. Trusting our own guidance can help us avoid going against what we instinctively know is right for each of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;When we second guess ourselves and go against what we know to be our truth, we can easily go off course because we are no longer following our inner compass. By looking inside ourselves for the answers to our life’s questions, we are consulting our best guide. Only we can know the how’s and why’s of our lives. The answers that we seek can be found when we start answering our own questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-6476790298182578534?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/6476790298182578534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=6476790298182578534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6476790298182578534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/6476790298182578534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-for-answers.html' title='Looking for Answers?'/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-5419013681468981670</id><published>2008-10-16T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:28:15.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hidden Treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding Another Vantage Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The ocean can look very different, depending on whether you are standing at the shore, soaring above in a plane, or swimming beneath its waves. Likewise, a mountain can look very different relative to where you are standing. Each living thing sees the world from its unique vantage point. While from your window you may be seeing what looks like a huge shrub, a bird in its nest is getting an intimate view of that tree's leafy interior. Meanwhile, a beetle sees only a massive and never-ending tree trunk. Yet all three of you are looking at the same tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Just as a shadow that is concealed from one point of view is easily seen from another, it is possible to miss a fantastic view. That is, unless you are willing to see what's in front of you through different eyes. Seeing the world from another perspective, whether spatially or mentally, can introduce you to all sorts of hidden treasures. The root of the discovery process often lies in finding another way of looking at the world. The common human reaction to insects is one example. Spinning its web in a dark corner, a spider may seem drab, frightening, and mysterious. But seen up close weaving silver snowflakes between the branches of a tree, they can look like colored jewels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, there are experiences in life that from your vantage point may seem confusing, alarming, or worrisome. Or there may be events that look insignificant from where you are standing right now. Try seeing them from another point of view. How does the situation look now? Try burying your face in the grass and looking at the world from a bug's vantage point. Explore your home as if you were a small child. Take a ride in a small aircraft and experience the world from a bird's eye view. Just as kneeling down or standing on a chair can help you find a lost object, so can seeing a broader or the more focused picture help you find wisdom or hidden treasures. In doing so, you'll experience a very different world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-5419013681468981670?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/5419013681468981670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=5419013681468981670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5419013681468981670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/5419013681468981670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/10/hidden-treasures-finding-another.html' title=''/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780737288863096668.post-3238589284134623973</id><published>2008-10-14T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:55:19.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Full Hunter's Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;October 14, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The Hunter's Moon (also known as Blood Moon or Sanguine Moon) is the first full moon after the harvest moon which is nearest the autumnal equinox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;In general, the moon rises about 50 minutes later each day, as it moves in orbit around Earth. All full moons rise around the time of sunset. The Harvest Moon and Hunter's Moon are special because - as seen from the northern hemisphere - the time of moonrise on successive evenings is shorter than usual. The moon rises approximately 30 minutes later, from one night to the next, as seen from about 40 degrees N. latitude, for several evenings around the full Hunter's or Harvest Moons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thus there is no long period of darkness between sunset and moonrise, around the time of these full moons. In times past, this feature of these autumn moons was said to help hunters tracking their prey (or, in the case of the Harvest Moon, farmers working in the fields). They could continue tracking their prey (or bringing in their crops) by moonlight even when the sun had gone down. Hence the name Hunter's (or Harvest) Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The reason for the shorter-than-usual rising time between successive moonrises around the time of the Harvest and Hunter's Moon is that the orbit of the Moon makes a narrow angle with respect to the horizon in the evening in autumn, leading the Moon to higher positions in the sky each successive day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2780737288863096668-3238589284134623973?l=mikeacordova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/feeds/3238589284134623973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2780737288863096668&amp;postID=3238589284134623973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3238589284134623973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2780737288863096668/posts/default/3238589284134623973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeacordova.blogspot.com/2008/10/full-hunters-moon-october-14-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>~Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086009477921236589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GgagzQzMv4/SNA1EBxZhLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/98S7Nqf2NAg/S220/MIKE+AT+BRITTA%27s+PARTY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
