<?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-1071627136774620995</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:16:50.771-04:00</updated><category term='Cliche&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Cliche' of the Day!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Your Daily dose of the Cliche's</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-2742585111309060586</id><published>2009-11-08T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:25:36.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time murders opportunities...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SveLfI5_jII/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ptkb1sg3Xbk/s1600-h/1142077_29276400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SveLfI5_jII/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ptkb1sg3Xbk/s200/1142077_29276400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"Killing time murders opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.." WHAT A CLICHE... When we kill time, we MURDER opportunities... MURDER, it said MURDER!!!! When someone is murdered, that person is gone for good... It's not just gone for a while, IT'S GONE FOR GOOD!!!!&amp;nbsp; that tells me when we kill time (waist time, not make the most of the opportunities that we have every day) we MURDER that opportunity, we KILL it... It's GONE!!! It's NEVER coming back... I know, I know... your thinking, there may be a second chance for that opportunity... You MAY be right... but, you MAY NOT... who wants to take that chance? We never know wether or not we will GET that second chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My Point: I had a great opportunity to spend some time praying with and getting to know a young man tonight... Had I NOT taken the opportunity that was before me, I would have missed the chance to meet a young man who loves God and JUST WANTS MORE OF GOD.... How cool is that? (and I found out he actually reads my blog)&amp;nbsp; Who knew???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-2742585111309060586?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/2742585111309060586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/11/killing-time-murders-opportunities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/2742585111309060586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/2742585111309060586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/11/killing-time-murders-opportunities.html' title='Killing time murders opportunities...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SveLfI5_jII/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ptkb1sg3Xbk/s72-c/1142077_29276400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-1620771619367141892</id><published>2009-11-07T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:24:20.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When all is said and done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SvZHtqIhX8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/95Zs_PFukT4/s1600-h/1235312_49028345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SvZHtqIhX8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/95Zs_PFukT4/s200/1235312_49028345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;"When all is said and done..." is there more SAID than DONE?&amp;nbsp; I'm not sayin, I'm just sayin... When your life is over, will there be more things that you talked about than you actually did? They say, You only have one life to live, make it count... What are you saying that you should be doing? Why are you talking instead of doing... I heard someone recently ask this question... Are you a ducker or a doer? It seems as though there are a lot of people who can talk the talk, but can't walk the walk... They can't stand the heat, so they need to get out of the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My Point: Have I used enough "Cliches" or should I use a few more? Let me know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-1620771619367141892?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1620771619367141892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-all-is-said-and-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1620771619367141892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1620771619367141892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-all-is-said-and-done.html' title='When all is said and done...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SvZHtqIhX8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/95Zs_PFukT4/s72-c/1235312_49028345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-1409613019669849854</id><published>2009-11-05T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:39:54.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little break from all the cliché's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SvL2fCC_L0I/AAAAAAAAADw/W9iOHRy9SW8/s1600-h/876579_12803962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SvL2fCC_L0I/AAAAAAAAADw/W9iOHRy9SW8/s200/876579_12803962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;here is a list of funny sayings that was sent to me... Thought you might enjoy them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Worry is a misuse of the imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A city is a large community where people are lonesome together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A day without sun shine is like, you know, night.&lt;br style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal;" /&gt;A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A person is just about as big as the things that make them angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A proverb is a short sentence based on long experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A smoking section in a restaurant is like a peeing section in a pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;All true wisdom is found on T-shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Anybody can win, unless there happens to be a second entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Anything you lose automatically doubles in value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Beauty lasts for a moment, but ugly goes on and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Everyone leaves the world a little better – some by leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Failure is not an option – it’s a lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Happiness isn’t having what you want, it’s wanting what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;How come wrong numbers are never busy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If 50 million people say a foolish thing, it’s still a foolish thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Never buy a car you can’t push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Never get into fights with ugly people, they have nothing to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Warning: Dates in calendar are closer than they appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;There you have it... another waisted few minutes reading my Blog...&lt;/span&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/1071627136774620995-1409613019669849854?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1409613019669849854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-little-break-from-all-cliches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1409613019669849854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1409613019669849854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-little-break-from-all-cliches.html' title='just a little break from all the cliché&apos;s...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SvL2fCC_L0I/AAAAAAAAADw/W9iOHRy9SW8/s72-c/876579_12803962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-8690537371151549509</id><published>2009-11-01T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:21:43.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“An Eye for an Eye, Makes the World go Blind”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Su5QHg3TxQI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ak0ILx2Jc2A/s1600-h/1221586_15421511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Su5QHg3TxQI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ak0ILx2Jc2A/s200/1221586_15421511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;“An Eye for an Eye, Makes the World go Blind” WOW!!! What a statement... I heard this from my 16 yr. old son. When I first heard this, it got me thinking... When I am in THAT mood to return anger with anger, or retaliate for something that someone did to me, what good does it REALLY do? I mean, bitterness, anger, revenge, etc. gets into your heart and mind and begins the destructive, downward spiral..&amp;nbsp; It begins the process of me getting on the wrong path... When your on the wrong path, it leads to the wrong destination. Who really WANTS to go to the wrong place..? When someone does something to me (they poke MY eye), and I retaliate (I poke their eye), what good does it do? We both go blind!!!! The only person that feels better is ME... and oh yeah, I forgot, It’s all about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-8690537371151549509?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/8690537371151549509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/11/eye-for-eye-makes-world-go-blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/8690537371151549509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/8690537371151549509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/11/eye-for-eye-makes-world-go-blind.html' title='“An Eye for an Eye, Makes the World go Blind”'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Su5QHg3TxQI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ak0ILx2Jc2A/s72-c/1221586_15421511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-6150755886184791433</id><published>2009-10-31T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:10:13.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day closer to retirement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuxTLseclqI/AAAAAAAAADg/aW0bwGjVihg/s1600-h/860275_58506555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuxTLseclqI/AAAAAAAAADg/aW0bwGjVihg/s200/860275_58506555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"Another day closer to retirement..." That's a statement I used to make when I would go to work... I would say "Another day closer to retirement, Yep, only 35 more years and I'm outta here..." As I have gotten older I realized that if retirement is the only thing I am looking forward to, I'm looking a little to far forward, missing what's right in front of me... To many times we dream, look forward to, or dread what's in the future... And there's nothing wrong with that... But we need to recognize what's in front of us... Too many times we miss out on GREAT opportunities that are starring us right in the face...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My Point: BE WHERE YOU ARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-6150755886184791433?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6150755886184791433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-closer-to-retirement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/6150755886184791433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/6150755886184791433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-closer-to-retirement.html' title='Another day closer to retirement...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuxTLseclqI/AAAAAAAAADg/aW0bwGjVihg/s72-c/860275_58506555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-5579053243459162996</id><published>2009-10-29T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:46:13.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon the French...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sun-4NCxetI/AAAAAAAAADY/x2pQ6DHdgYg/s1600-h/700099_15745256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sun-4NCxetI/AAAAAAAAADY/x2pQ6DHdgYg/s200/700099_15745256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I was sitting in a restaurant with a good friend of mine for my Birthday lunch that HE bought me (with a buy one get one coupon)... when a young professional looking young man sat at a table close by and answered his phone and began talking to a colleague... he talked for several minutes and the said these words (minus the expletives) "All there going to do is *?!$ people off, pardon the french!!!" As I was sitting there, my first thought was "If you have to ask people to pardon what you say, you probably shouldn't say it" my second thought was "That word isn't even french"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My Point: I just found it funny....&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/1071627136774620995-5579053243459162996?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/5579053243459162996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/pardon-french.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/5579053243459162996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/5579053243459162996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/pardon-french.html' title='Pardon the French...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sun-4NCxetI/AAAAAAAAADY/x2pQ6DHdgYg/s72-c/700099_15745256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-1331723361237117371</id><published>2009-10-25T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:04:34.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look a gift horse in the mouth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't look a gift horse in the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;For those who don't know, this means to basically be thankful for a gift, and not look down on its value. Now, if you don't know what a gift horse is, this can be confusing. Adding to that would be the question of why someone would 'look him' in the mouth to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuURlS9QkgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hB5OGKpTaHM/s1600-h/gift-horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuURlS9QkgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hB5OGKpTaHM/s200/gift-horse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the times that the phrase was coined, horses were quite the commodity, as their uses were many. One of the ways to possibly determine a horse's age is to look at its teeth, surely the younger the better. So it was probably rude to go digging around the mouth if someone gave you a horse as a gift, at least while they were still standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I just returned tonight from a trip to a VERY nice golf resort weekend... Friday, Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday... Friday, as soon as we got there, It started to rain...rain, rain and more rain... at that moment, I could've started looking the "Gift Horse" in the mouth... I could've started complaining and looking at the negative stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;What happens when you get close to something? (say, maybe a horse?) you begin to notice the "Flaws"... the flaws that you didn't see when you were farther away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My Point: just because you have flaws, doesn't mean you shouldn't let people get close... We weren't designed to do life alone... get over yourself and love God, love people, and love life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-1331723361237117371?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1331723361237117371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-look-gift-horse-in-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1331723361237117371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1331723361237117371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-look-gift-horse-in-mouth.html' title='Don&apos;t look a gift horse in the mouth...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuURlS9QkgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hB5OGKpTaHM/s72-c/gift-horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-1406255329482163460</id><published>2009-10-24T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:02:23.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If this is the worst thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuOxckKNnWI/AAAAAAAAADI/sTQXpuKdj8k/s1600-h/1158071_69139095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuOxckKNnWI/AAAAAAAAADI/sTQXpuKdj8k/s200/1158071_69139095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;"If this is the worst thing that ever happened, it been a good life..." I heard this from a very good friend of mine... He said this to me when one of my kids decided to grow there hair really long. (and it was one of my boys...) It really got me to look at the things that happen in my life... If I tell myself "If this is the worst thing that ever happened, it been a good life..." then those things are put into perspective... Begin to look at your circumstances in the light of "If this is the worst thing that ever happened, it been a good life..." A lot of times, we look at our circumstances and we only see the WHAT'S GOING ON NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-1406255329482163460?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1406255329482163460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-this-is-worst-thing-that-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1406255329482163460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1406255329482163460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-this-is-worst-thing-that-ever.html' title='If this is the worst thing...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuOxckKNnWI/AAAAAAAAADI/sTQXpuKdj8k/s72-c/1158071_69139095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-7543451113513197257</id><published>2009-10-23T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:49:37.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cliché...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuGl_vJVloI/AAAAAAAAADA/JOO5nzypy0Q/s1600-h/avoid_cliches_like_the_plague_tshirt-p235524602952742221trlf_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuGl_vJVloI/AAAAAAAAADA/JOO5nzypy0Q/s200/avoid_cliches_like_the_plague_tshirt-p235524602952742221trlf_400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[ˈkliːʃei, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;) kli:ˈʃei]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a phrase which has been used too often, and has become meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As many of you know, I am a person who probably uses WAY TOO MANY OF THESE... And, if by definition, these cliche's are "used too often, and have become meaningless", then how do you still be you and yet communicate it in such a way that what you say doesn't "become meaningless?" well, I've heard it said that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, when it's the only one you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Are "cliche's" the only thing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;have to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think that one way you can still be you (use A Lot of cliche's) and still be heard is to make sure the other things you say have merit... Don't just talk to talk... A phrase I use with my kids and wife goes like this, "Say what you mean, and mean what you say..." The words we use are very important, they have the power to lift someone up, or tear someone down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NOW, go and use the right words... (even if they ARE cliche's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1071627136774620995-7543451113513197257?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/7543451113513197257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/cliche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/7543451113513197257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/7543451113513197257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/cliche.html' title='cliché...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SuGl_vJVloI/AAAAAAAAADA/JOO5nzypy0Q/s72-c/avoid_cliches_like_the_plague_tshirt-p235524602952742221trlf_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-577069063145748373</id><published>2009-10-18T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:51:42.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a chain is only as strong as its weakest link...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StvFuaPZ5RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cvm-89rBk9M/s1600-h/1216687_45122515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StvFuaPZ5RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cvm-89rBk9M/s200/1216687_45122515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"a chain is only as strong as its weakest link..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="CRCommentsPanel1_grdGrid_grdGrid__ctl3_txtText1" style="color: white;"&gt;describes a circumstance where one weak person or a small part of a greater whole causes the whole project or object to fail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span id="CRCommentsPanel1_grdGrid_grdGrid__ctl3_txtText1"&gt;A Chain - &lt;/span&gt;a series of things linked together&lt;span id="CRCommentsPanel1_grdGrid_grdGrid__ctl3_txtText1"&gt;... When we think of a chain, we might think of a Bike Chain, or a Chain link fence, or a chain necklace... The one thing they have in common? Is that they are all made of links... It's one thing to have your bike chain break because of a weak link, or even a chain link fence, but a chain necklace? You could loose something very valuable depending on the material that the links are made of...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span id="CRCommentsPanel1_grdGrid_grdGrid__ctl3_txtText1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span id="CRCommentsPanel1_grdGrid_grdGrid__ctl3_txtText1"&gt;I am the link, am I made of a strong material? am I the weakest in my chain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span id="CRCommentsPanel1_grdGrid_grdGrid__ctl3_txtText1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="CRCommentsPanel1_grdGrid_grdGrid__ctl3_txtText1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I never want to be the weakest... and I also never want to surround myself with the weakest... Surround yourself with strong links, and BE a strong link...&lt;/span&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/1071627136774620995-577069063145748373?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/577069063145748373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/chain-is-only-as-strong-as-its-weakest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/577069063145748373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/577069063145748373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/chain-is-only-as-strong-as-its-weakest.html' title='a chain is only as strong as its weakest link...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StvFuaPZ5RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cvm-89rBk9M/s72-c/1216687_45122515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-622229766066056681</id><published>2009-10-17T20:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:53:39.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"If they jumped off a bridge would you jump too?..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StpmmmvZhnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHQCc6-b4xc/s1600-h/1234782_63553621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StpmmmvZhnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHQCc6-b4xc/s200/1234782_63553621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"If they jumped off a bridge would you jump too?..." It meant that a person shouldn't do something just because someone else did it. They shouldn't follow the crowd; they should only do something if they truly want to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;How many times do we "Follow the Crowd?" Is it wrong? I guess it depends on who's leading the crowd and where they are going... I have just become part of an AMAZING team of people in Pickerington Ohio and I have decided to "Follow the Crowd", Why you ask? Because they are all moving in a direction that I not only like, but It's where I wanna go, what I wanna do!!! They are all moving towards leading people to LifeChange... Isn't that what it's all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I can't speak for you, but I sure am glad that someone cared enough about me to help direct me towards LifeChange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My Point: If your going to "Jump of the Bridge because they are", Make sure it's the right Bridge, and make sure that you jump in the right direction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-622229766066056681?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/622229766066056681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-they-jumped-off-bridge-would-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/622229766066056681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/622229766066056681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-they-jumped-off-bridge-would-you.html' title='&quot;If they jumped off a bridge would you jump too?...&quot;'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StpmmmvZhnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHQCc6-b4xc/s72-c/1234782_63553621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-736451614961504377</id><published>2009-10-16T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:08:19.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta pull out all the stops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sti2ZVpVYpI/AAAAAAAAACI/C522ndPzrlU/s1600-h/637822_74018100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sti2ZVpVYpI/AAAAAAAAACI/C522ndPzrlU/s200/637822_74018100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Gotta pull out all the stops..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This phrase comes from the pipe organs in churches and classical music. Each pipe has a "stop" that acts as a baffle that controls the amount of airflow. The volume of the organ can be adjusted by adding or removing the stops. By pulling out all the stops, all pipes are playing at their loudest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The things about those pipes, with the stops in, they sound good, but are NOT doing everything they can... "Restrictions have been put place...!!!!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There are times when we have to Pull Out ALL the Stops in our lives and live up to our FULL POTENTIAL... we have to get rid of all the restrictions that are keeping us from doing all we can do... What ever it is you are doing, pull out the restrictions and see what happens!!! Let me know how it goes...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&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/1071627136774620995-736451614961504377?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/736451614961504377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotta-pull-out-all-stops.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/736451614961504377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/736451614961504377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotta-pull-out-all-stops.html' title='Gotta pull out all the stops...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sti2ZVpVYpI/AAAAAAAAACI/C522ndPzrlU/s72-c/637822_74018100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-5054534861796959856</id><published>2009-10-11T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:06:27.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass is always greener on the other side..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StKPCx9fGaI/AAAAAAAAACA/t6KPsfva-Qc/s1600-h/554487_90414467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StKPCx9fGaI/AAAAAAAAACA/t6KPsfva-Qc/s200/554487_90414467.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;illustration: It comes from the idea of looking at a neighbors lawn and seeing it as better looking, healthier and overall greener then your own, when in reality you’re just ignoring anything negative about theirs and downplaying everything positive about your own. WOW... That says A LOT... How many times do we look at what everyone else does good and tell them how good they are doing and look at what we're doing and find the negative... in other words, "They're grass is greener than mine..." What we tend to ignore, refuse to look at, or just plain not recognize is that in order to have greener grass, you have to use more fertilizer!!!(J/K)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My Point: You and I were created to do our best, and we can't look at what others are doing and say they did a better job if we are doing our best... Do your best at everything you do and your grass will ALWAYS look better than what it would have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-5054534861796959856?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/5054534861796959856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/5054534861796959856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/5054534861796959856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html' title='The grass is always greener on the other side..'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/StKPCx9fGaI/AAAAAAAAACA/t6KPsfva-Qc/s72-c/554487_90414467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-1244389652743863448</id><published>2009-10-08T16:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:13:48.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta be in it, to win it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Ss5RRmOMFlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EjB_kyZ7WMg/s1600-h/562368_89114220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Ss5RRmOMFlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EjB_kyZ7WMg/s200/562368_89114220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;There are things in our lives that we all need to do better, for me, it's to not say these words after each time I finish saying something... "You know what I mean?" I have to admit, I do say that A LOT.... Why do I say that? If I can't say what I mean, then WHY AM I SAYING ANYTHING? I have to ask people if they know what I mean.... &amp;nbsp;So, we have started a Staff Competition here at C3 (you can always depend on a competition going on).&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://garyfowler.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Gary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/dawnmdee" style="color: blue;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://konanstephens.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Konan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and myself are holding each other accountable for those things in our lives that we want to change... Each time we are caught doing that "Thing" that we want to change, we have to throw in a quarter in the jar... Then at a given time, we will take the money out and go to lunch. (spilt just gary's portion and go to Red Lobster...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My Point: Having someone else help hold you accountable to do what you say you want to do is not a bad thing... Maybe if we had more people in our lives to help us "Say what we mean, and mean what we say", this world might just be a different place... But you gotta be in it, to win it... (the competition that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1071627136774620995-1244389652743863448?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1244389652743863448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-gotta-be-in-it-to-win-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1244389652743863448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/1244389652743863448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-gotta-be-in-it-to-win-it.html' title='You gotta be in it, to win it...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Ss5RRmOMFlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EjB_kyZ7WMg/s72-c/562368_89114220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-7379067368660183226</id><published>2009-10-07T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:50:14.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There ain't no such thing as a free lunch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SsycI__lOCI/AAAAAAAAABw/ooYWgQ_iehM/s1600-h/1058548_22025593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SsycI__lOCI/AAAAAAAAABw/ooYWgQ_iehM/s200/1058548_22025593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;This phrase is thought to have originated&amp;nbsp;because many saloons in the U.S. used to provide free lunches to their patrons, but required them to purchase drinks in order to get them. My Friend, &lt;a href="http://garyfowler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gary&lt;/a&gt; wrote a blog "Free Lunch?" he said "Next week I will be enjoying a free lunch with a great friend." WELL, let me tell you, it's true... "There ain't no such thing as a free lunch...",&amp;nbsp; It cost me money, and it cost him time... Yeah I know, he was going to eat lunch anyways... SOOOO WHAT!!! He paid for lunch with his time, HIS time investing TIME with me... We both had an investment.... So what is free about that lunch??? NOTHING... He chose to invest just as much if not more than I did... He chose to invest of himself... That has SOOOOO much more value than me buying him something to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;My point, take time to invest in someone this week, even if it costs you money!!!&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/1071627136774620995-7379067368660183226?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/7379067368660183226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-aint-no-such-thing-as-free-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/7379067368660183226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/7379067368660183226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-aint-no-such-thing-as-free-lunch.html' title='There ain&apos;t no such thing as a free lunch...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SsycI__lOCI/AAAAAAAAABw/ooYWgQ_iehM/s72-c/1058548_22025593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-3502765075126483309</id><published>2009-10-03T10:29:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:39:54.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wipe the slate clean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SsdfQ81NIMI/AAAAAAAAABo/sgQlM3Jaltw/s1600-h/544906_30661876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SsdfQ81NIMI/AAAAAAAAABo/sgQlM3Jaltw/s200/544906_30661876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;"Wipe the slate clean.." WHAT??? def.  to forget all past problems or mistakes and start something again; to start a new and better way of behaving, forgetting about any bad experiences in the past... There comes a time in our lives when we have to decide if we are going to face the stuff in our lives or&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; "Wipe the slate Clean"&lt;/span&gt; Do we allow others in our lives to bring stuff up from our past and &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;"Throw it in our face?"&lt;/span&gt; or does there come a point when we have to&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;"draw the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; line in the sand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Move on with our lives and start living differently... as followers of Christ, aren't you glad that we can look back and see the proverbial "line in the sand"!! that point in our lives that we can say that we had an opportunity to "Forget all past problems or mistakes and start something again"!! I sure am glad that I had that opportunity!!! If you haven't had that opportunity, let me know, I would love to help you draw that line...&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/1071627136774620995-3502765075126483309?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3502765075126483309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/wipe-slate-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/3502765075126483309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/3502765075126483309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/10/wipe-slate-clean.html' title='Wipe the slate clean...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SsdfQ81NIMI/AAAAAAAAABo/sgQlM3Jaltw/s72-c/544906_30661876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-6974893160179031576</id><published>2009-09-27T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:13:02.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make a mountain out of a molehill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sr_U6ZKFTHI/AAAAAAAAABg/5lY39ddJo_8/s1600-h/1216316_80616567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sr_U6ZKFTHI/AAAAAAAAABg/5lY39ddJo_8/s200/1216316_80616567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Don't make a mountain out of a molehill..." How small do you have to be to look at a molehill and make a mountain out of it? What does that really mean? Does it mean that we look at the stuff we're facing in our lives and make them bigger than they really are? Are there things in your life that you are making a bigger issue than it really is? I know that I can do that, I have faced things in my life and have allowed my immediate circumstances to dictate my emotions and I allow my emotion and MY MIND to make it bigger than it is... Doesn't it seem that when we lay our heads down at night and the lights are turned off, the world slows down and our MIND won't shut off?!!!? It seems as if those things that we're thinking about when we go to bed (especially if it's a rough situation) gets bigger than it really is...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;My point is this, God is bigger than anything we face, Yeah I know, that's another cliche'... But seriously, the God that created the night, the sun, the sky, the stars, the complex human body is ALSO CRAZY in love with YOU!!! He's a personal God... He knows what you're going through and will walk with you through, around, over or under that situation!!! He really is an AMAZING God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-6974893160179031576?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6974893160179031576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-make-mountain-out-of-molehill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/6974893160179031576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/6974893160179031576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-make-mountain-out-of-molehill.html' title='Don&apos;t make a mountain out of a molehill...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sr_U6ZKFTHI/AAAAAAAAABg/5lY39ddJo_8/s72-c/1216316_80616567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-5831379789435547060</id><published>2009-09-24T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:26:38.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the hand you're dealt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrwN16X3M0I/AAAAAAAAABY/zjO5_VKPwms/s1600-h/1128320_82142026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrwN16X3M0I/AAAAAAAAABY/zjO5_VKPwms/s200/1128320_82142026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Play the hand you're dealt..." We go through things in our life that we don't always like... Things that we have no control over, things that others have placed us in a position that we can't fix or change... We have to play the hand that we were dealt... HOW we play that hand is up to us!!! Don't let your circumstances dictate the outcome of the situation you are in, YOU determine the outcome... In the game of cards (which I'm not very good at), you HAVE to play the hand you're dealt. but HOW you play that hand is VERY important. If I play it wrong, I can be out, If I play a GREAT hand at the WRONG time, I'm out. If I play a BAD hand at the RIGHT time, I can win...&lt;br /&gt;My Point: When you go through "stuff" (and we all do), remember, You have the choice how that "hand you were dealt" is played... PLAY IT RIGHT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-5831379789435547060?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/5831379789435547060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/play-hand-youre-dealt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/5831379789435547060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/5831379789435547060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/play-hand-youre-dealt.html' title='Play the hand you&apos;re dealt...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrwN16X3M0I/AAAAAAAAABY/zjO5_VKPwms/s72-c/1128320_82142026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-4429594480314350479</id><published>2009-09-22T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:22:12.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody has an Opinion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Srkjv9O5WDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LqaodeZpZqE/s1600-h/503227_20736336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Srkjv9O5WDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LqaodeZpZqE/s200/503227_20736336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Everybody has an Opinion..." Have you ever heard that said? NOW, have you ever added the rest of that statement??? sayings like, "opinions are like elbows", or "opinions are like ears", or "opinions are like armpits". Or, you fill in the blank... When you say that, are you responding to someone else's opinion about a topic? or are you preempting a comment that you are about to make?... First off, what makes you think that people need to hear YOUR opinion? Is it because you feel that you need to say something because everyone else needs to hear it, or do you have a legitimate comment to ADD to the conversation? My Point is, when you are going to add to a conversation, think about why you're going to say what you are going to say, and WHY are you going to say WHAT you're going to say? Go ahead and comment on what you have heard or said..."Opinion are like _______"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-4429594480314350479?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/4429594480314350479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/everybody-has-opinion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/4429594480314350479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/4429594480314350479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/everybody-has-opinion.html' title='Everybody has an Opinion...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Srkjv9O5WDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LqaodeZpZqE/s72-c/503227_20736336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-2500883911308468763</id><published>2009-09-19T17:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:14:37.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call a Spade a Spade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrVJHC7_MCI/AAAAAAAAABI/1D2CX_Bacbc/s1600-h/1020569_34540551.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrVJHC7_MCI/AAAAAAAAABI/1D2CX_Bacbc/s200/1020569_34540551.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Call a Spade a Spade..." - Or "you can call it what you want, but it is what it is" (Tom Groot saying)... How many of us have used a screwdriver as a hammer? (me) or a Knife as a screwdriver? (me) or using powerpoint as a Document editor?... (me)...&amp;nbsp; We all know that using the right tool for the job makes the job easier to do and more enjoyable... Many times I have worked on my car and needed to pry something off, and I have used a screwdriver to do it, and time after time I have "bloodied my knuckles" trying to do something with a tool that that tool was NOT intended to do... Have you ever been frustrated in your workplace? Not being used in the area's that you feel would be best for you and the company...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Point: You and I have been given abilities that we can use to get the job done right, and have fun doing it... God designed us one way, with certain, unique skills... He wants us to use those skills to get the job done right, and have fun while doing those jobs... If God calls you a shovel, be a shovel!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-2500883911308468763?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/2500883911308468763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/call-spade-spade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/2500883911308468763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/2500883911308468763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/call-spade-spade.html' title='Call a Spade a Spade...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrVJHC7_MCI/AAAAAAAAABI/1D2CX_Bacbc/s72-c/1020569_34540551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-3957605100662085171</id><published>2009-09-17T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:17:20.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let sleeping Dogs lie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrJ9FUgsuCI/AAAAAAAAABA/djynoR9xWG8/s1600-h/95047_1279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrJ9FUgsuCI/AAAAAAAAABA/djynoR9xWG8/s200/95047_1279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let sleeping dogs lie.....??? I didn't know dogs COULD lie.... I guess that's the wrong use of the word lie... but sometimes, don't we need to wake the sleeping dog? Why WOULD you let it lie? maybe because you're afraid of what it might do when it wakes? Is it out of fear that we don't wake the "dog", or is it out of laziness? maybe both sometimes... What Dog's are lying around in your life that you need to address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts on "Let Sleeping Dogs Lie"...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-3957605100662085171?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3957605100662085171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/3957605100662085171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/3957605100662085171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html' title='Let sleeping Dogs lie...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SrJ9FUgsuCI/AAAAAAAAABA/djynoR9xWG8/s72-c/95047_1279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-5414229802329322916</id><published>2009-09-15T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:02:00.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You get what you pay for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sq-sSFDBzuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ojBRHOpRyOU/s1600-h/1226006_97105217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sq-sSFDBzuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ojBRHOpRyOU/s200/1226006_97105217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You get what you pay for..." Is that really true, When we look at having the best, the best car, the best house, the best furniture, the best _______ (fill in the blank)... Does that mean that the more we pay, the more we get???? In other words,&amp;nbsp; Excellence = Expensive??? I had the privilege of being part of a Golf outing yesterday with a very good friend, we had a blast goofing around, enjoying the beautiful day, laughing A LOT... It was a GREAT DAY!!! We played 18 holes of Golf, had lunch there, made some new contacts with influential people in the community and surrounding area, AND I got to hang around a good friend for a whole day!!! All of that cost me $0.00... If the statement "You get what you payed for is true, then many would consider my yesterday a waisted day... Maybe the statement IS true, but not for every situation???!!!??? Or is it????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-5414229802329322916?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/5414229802329322916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-get-what-you-pay-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/5414229802329322916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/5414229802329322916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-get-what-you-pay-for.html' title='You get what you pay for...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/Sq-sSFDBzuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ojBRHOpRyOU/s72-c/1226006_97105217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1071627136774620995.post-2087490630572725063</id><published>2009-09-09T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:30:04.700-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cliche&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Don't rain on my Parade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgB-KaVJpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ySpYFBfD4I/s1600-h/34358919.waterfallcouple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgB-KaVJpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ySpYFBfD4I/s200/34358919.waterfallcouple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When someone says "Don't rain on my parade", or "Throw a wet blanket on the fire why don'tcha". What are they saying? they're saying, don't speak negative about something I am excited about... How many times have you/do you bring a negative comment to a conversation? What good does it do? Just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to get a new cliche' up every few days and allow as many comments about it as possible... Sometimes I will comment on them, other times I want you to comment on them... I will always try to have a picture that goes along with it, sometimes it will fit the cliche', other times it will be a picture that I like that I want everyone to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the comments begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1071627136774620995-2087490630572725063?l=brentscliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/feeds/2087490630572725063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-rain-on-my-parade_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/2087490630572725063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1071627136774620995/posts/default/2087490630572725063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentscliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-rain-on-my-parade_09.html' title='Don&apos;t rain on my Parade...'/><author><name>brent salyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222527692390822877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgCeeZfyCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQRAJHaz0_E/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JNxNSDwRuk/SqgB-KaVJpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ySpYFBfD4I/s72-c/34358919.waterfallcouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
