<?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-6375894326908687171</id><updated>2012-02-05T11:07:54.189Z</updated><category term='Poems by Me'/><category term='New House'/><category term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Sisbee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-7739356540737816397</id><published>2009-10-30T00:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:55:36.957Z</updated><title type='text'>Alicia Keys - Superwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xK8t0gP4isE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xK8t0gP4isE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-7739356540737816397?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7739356540737816397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=7739356540737816397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/7739356540737816397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/7739356540737816397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2009/10/alicia-keys-superwoman.html' title='Alicia Keys - Superwoman'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-8493836468738015972</id><published>2009-02-12T23:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:14:19.441Z</updated><title type='text'>An Overwhelming Urge</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;developed&lt;/span&gt; an overwhelming need not to be moved. No circumstance or event, caused by anyone is going to either get me down, worried, unhappy or bothered. I must say, in many a situation this is extremely difficult, the closer someone is to you, the more they mean to you and the greater the urge to be moved. But strength is about working on yourself. If you want something you have never had before, then do something you have never done before! Crying has got no man very far, if it had it would trully be a profession of many a wise man.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in this year grace must abound! I rely so much on it. Occupying myself with the things of God and the 40 things I want to learn in the next two thirds of a decade mean so much to me. 2009! A great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-8493836468738015972?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8493836468738015972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=8493836468738015972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8493836468738015972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8493836468738015972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2009/02/overwhelming-urge.html' title='An Overwhelming Urge'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-6164329199952271589</id><published>2009-02-08T22:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:15:42.284Z</updated><title type='text'>40 Things to Learn before I'm 40</title><content type='html'>Stopped blogging a while ago because I lost the thrill, now in this new year I'm thinking about starting all over again. I have decide to learn 40 new things before I'm 40 and this latest craze has somehow got me thinking. I have a few years to go but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;basicall&lt;/span&gt;y going to have to stuff at least 7 things in to each year...people may now be trying to figure out how old I am. Any way I've started one thing (swimming) and I'm so happy about it. I've made arrangements or a second thing( touch typing in other words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;typing&lt;/span&gt; without looking (need to perfect this) and I would be very happy to make arrangements for 2 other things if I could just find out who could help me out. have been ransacking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; cos I want to learn how to decorate cakes properly and also want to learn how to play the key board. I feel so invigorated and wonderful, I have 20 things already listed and need another 20 things to make 40 things. If anyone reads this by any chance give me some more ideas! Thanks. 2009 is going to be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-6164329199952271589?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6164329199952271589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=6164329199952271589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/6164329199952271589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/6164329199952271589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2009/02/stopped-blogging-while-ago-because-of.html' title='40 Things to Learn before I&apos;m 40'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-8112547356896332176</id><published>2008-08-05T22:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:36:21.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, tired or sad</title><content type='html'>How do you differentiate jut by looking at someone who otherwise is expressionless. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; assumption is the mother of all mistakes.....honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm not&lt;/span&gt; too sure about what I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; blogging about,  but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm sure&lt;/span&gt; of one thing, happiness is a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-8112547356896332176?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8112547356896332176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=8112547356896332176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8112547356896332176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8112547356896332176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/bored-tired-or-sad.html' title='Bored, tired or sad'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-3614886846261730649</id><published>2008-06-22T19:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:32:47.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise wedding first dance by Clay Family! U GOTTA C IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XClUAPwE4Z0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XClUAPwE4Z0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-3614886846261730649?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3614886846261730649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=3614886846261730649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3614886846261730649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3614886846261730649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/surprise-wedding-first-dance-by-clay.html' title='Surprise wedding first dance by Clay Family! U GOTTA C IT!!!'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-2095746807278061687</id><published>2008-05-05T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:37:42.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>Maturity some times creeps upon you unexpectedly! You go through life and as the years go by you recall how you reacted to something years ago and how you react to it now and you laugh! An aspect of maturity that intrigues me is when one becomes less conscious of them selves and less bothered about keeping up appearances, finally, you have arrived and you are content just the way you are! I think someday we all get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-2095746807278061687?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2095746807278061687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=2095746807278061687&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/2095746807278061687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/2095746807278061687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2008/05/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-8231815255865062625</id><published>2007-12-06T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:30:00.333Z</updated><title type='text'>The thankfulness Tag</title><content type='html'>I almost missed out until I read that I was tagged. Every day is a day to be thankful. I praise God and give Him thanks and I want Him to  know that I too am grateful. Sometimes, like a spoilt child, I forget what He has done whilst I moan about what I want, but God, am I grateful!!!!!! Thank You Jesus for my life. I thank you Lord because I know you! Many have died in despair because they believe there is no way out, but I know you!!! I am grateful. I'm grateful for the word of God that works, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prophecies&lt;/span&gt; I hold on to, for my husband, my children, my dad and mum, my beautiful siblings, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in-laws&lt;/span&gt;, my extended family, my house, my car, my career, my job, my best friend, my friends, my senior pastor (reverend), my pastor , my pastors wife, my church. I'm grateful for my health, I'm grateful Lord!! I say thank you!! Tag along guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-8231815255865062625?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8231815255865062625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=8231815255865062625&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8231815255865062625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8231815255865062625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/thankfulness-tag.html' title='The thankfulness Tag'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-1111660679623191109</id><published>2007-12-04T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:10:12.734Z</updated><title type='text'>Time Part 2</title><content type='html'>God makes everything beautiful in His &lt;em&gt;time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; is a great healer,but the truth is God is the healer and He uses &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; to take away the pinch.&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; as the earth remains seed &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; and harvest will remain!&lt;br /&gt;Utilize time appropriately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys, don't know why I've weened myself off blogging but it isn't because of time, been  preoccupied with many things. I'll take out time and have a good blog soon. Remain blessed and have a good month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-1111660679623191109?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1111660679623191109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=1111660679623191109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/1111660679623191109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/1111660679623191109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-part-2.html' title='Time Part 2'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-9065556126704277640</id><published>2007-11-08T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:00:24.672Z</updated><title type='text'>Time; part 1</title><content type='html'>Are you one of those people who have no time for anything?  You know, you haven't got the time to call anyone, no time to email, can't make out time to see so and so. 'If I had the time I would read that book, watch that documentary, sort out that issue, travel to that place'. Do you say I have no time because of my kids, because of my family,because of my job, because of my business, because of my this or because of my that? If 24 hours aren't enough, then there is a problem....The truth is it's time to slow down and prioritize before your whole life passes you by whilst you're pursuing things that leave no memories. Ponder............... I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-9065556126704277640?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/9065556126704277640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=9065556126704277640&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/9065556126704277640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/9065556126704277640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-part-1.html' title='Time; part 1'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-4079987270999015643</id><published>2007-10-25T01:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:41:41.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, you can live without blogging!! I did.</title><content type='html'>Hiya, It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; has been ages. I really missed my blog family. You know I once lost my mobile phone (but found it shortly afterwards), it was like my little world had caved in. We fuss so much about not being able to access the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; or our emails for a few days,we literally can't live without certain things...it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; funny, not too long ago we did live without blogs and emails and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; and mobile phones and technology in general.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; understand. We've come a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;loooooooooooooooong&lt;/span&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way just sending out some love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Princesa&lt;/span&gt;, Life, A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rinsola&lt;/span&gt;, Phantom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ladytyne&lt;/span&gt;, Ebony, Mrs S, Believer, Ugo D, Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;No, Copido  and&lt;/span&gt; all my faithfuls, I'm back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-4079987270999015643?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4079987270999015643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=4079987270999015643&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/4079987270999015643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/4079987270999015643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-you-can-live-without-blogging-i-did.html' title='Yes, you can live without blogging!! I did.'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-3609312984602601566</id><published>2007-10-09T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:35:08.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey did any one miss me?</title><content type='html'>Not fully back, been away simply cos our broad band isn't set up and I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;access&lt;/span&gt; blogs at work. Hope you guys have been doing okay. I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BRB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-3609312984602601566?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3609312984602601566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=3609312984602601566&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3609312984602601566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3609312984602601566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-did-any-one-miss-me.html' title='Hey did any one miss me?'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-6754626087693815226</id><published>2007-09-08T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:21:07.472+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>The Lesson in the Hair do</title><content type='html'>Some years back I got my hair made. It was a style that was 'in' at the time , the hair was pulled tightly with wool almost in a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sungas&lt;/span&gt;' fashion and ended up looking like neat dreads. It was beautifully made and up until date I still say it is the best hair do I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; had. Thank goodness I got a picture!&lt;br /&gt;But before I enjoyed the hair ( I must have kept it on for at least 3 weeks or more), I suffered intense pain, the hair was pulled very tightly and on the first and second night I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't sleep at all&lt;/span&gt;. I had a constant headache, it was throbbing and by day 3 I actually had lymph nodes (glands) at the back of my neck. I was ill simply because of a hair style. On day 4 I decided it was time to loosen the hair, I had a fever, I couldn't go to work and the pain wasn't getting any better. I stood in front of the mirror and whilst I starred at my reflection I realised I had paid my hard earned money to the hair dresser, I had sat on her hard stool for at least 4 or 5 hours and I had endured 4 days of agony. The scissors and comb I held in my hands fell to the floor. I was going to see this to the end, my money, time and pain was not going to be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I got through the initial week and the tightness disappeared. As the hair relaxed people kept on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commenting&lt;/span&gt; how beautiful and unique it was, I felt and looked really good. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; had paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt; so often we want to give up or give in, so easily we throw the towel in and all our hard work and effort is wasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we either could not endure until the end or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;. Job said &lt;em&gt;All the days of my hard service I will wait, Till my change comes (Job14vs 14b). &lt;/em&gt;1 Peter 5 vs 10 says&lt;em&gt; But may the God of grace who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen and settle you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Things will surely get better if we hang on in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-6754626087693815226?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6754626087693815226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=6754626087693815226&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/6754626087693815226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/6754626087693815226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/09/lesson-in-hair-do.html' title='The Lesson in the Hair do'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-97982418341192722</id><published>2007-09-03T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:29:39.459+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><title type='text'>A House, A Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RttM7QyE_mI/AAAAAAAAACA/1ycHrDYwlmM/s1600-h/j0414071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105759183555591778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RttM7QyE_mI/AAAAAAAAACA/1ycHrDYwlmM/s320/j0414071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've just bought a home. I guess up there with having babies it's one of the most exciting things a couple could do together. I walked into the kitchen the other day and I said to myself, wow!&lt;em&gt; '&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; have a kitchen!&lt;/em&gt;' I mean my own, not borrowed, not rented, not mum's, not sharing, not temporary.....the list could go on.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; grateful to God and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy.We had fun this weekend doing some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt;, putting up a bookshelf took us like all of 5 hours, (we had to stop in between to go buy a hammer), but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; all fun, I can't wait to move in, it seems like a new chapter of my life. I need ideas, please, I have been given the task of finding curtains and cushions, what goes with cream walls and a back sofa? Your suggestions are most welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Happy new month to you all, may the Lord bring forth all He has in store for us this month, you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; favoured and blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-97982418341192722?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/97982418341192722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=97982418341192722&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/97982418341192722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/97982418341192722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/09/house-home.html' title='A House, A Home'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RttM7QyE_mI/AAAAAAAAACA/1ycHrDYwlmM/s72-c/j0414071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-44582304843976656</id><published>2007-08-25T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:11:50.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to leave when..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RtCo3AyE_lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/teLSHwEtUxc/s1600-h/PH01859J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102764040867085906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="265" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RtCo3AyE_lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/teLSHwEtUxc/s400/PH01859J.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RtCn-gyE_kI/AAAAAAAAABw/8Ig4RDBvxyo/s1600-h/j0236296.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RtCm3wyE_jI/AAAAAAAAABo/PeGdfrTcoTk/s1600-h/j0283848.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RtClhAyE_iI/AAAAAAAAABg/09--Aabh0Og/s1600-h/j0283848.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something happened today, got me wondering.&lt;br /&gt;How do you politely get rid of people who have come to visit when you urgently need to do something or go somewhere? It's easy to get rid of close friends and relatives, you otherwise can say 'scram' or invite them to come along or help you out, the fear of offending them is usually non existent. All our important weekend plans came to a sudden halt this evening. There would have been no polite way to have said, 'Sorry can you go&lt;strong&gt; now&lt;/strong&gt;, we need to go out!'&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we first got married. My husband and I had a secret code to say it's time to leave any time we were out visiting.......I think it was something subtle like rubbing the side of ones nose or something... as our marriage got older the code disappeared, he can now take one look at me and know that I've had enough. Occasionally, I do have to send him a text though.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess at the end of the day it all boils down to either 1. Just blurting out abruptly in the middle of one of their sentences 'PLEASE! can't you read the cues?, Have you not noticed I've been to the bathroom/bedroom like 4 times and I'm clutching onto my handbag and keys? (not so subtle!) Or 2. Bearing with them, starring at the wall behind them with a painted smile on your face as your mind goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;helter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skelter&lt;/span&gt; trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reschedule&lt;/span&gt; and sort out all the things you have to do once they leave around bed time. Until I can figure out a polite way to say &lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt;, unfortunately, I'll just have to stick to the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-44582304843976656?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/44582304843976656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=44582304843976656&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/44582304843976656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/44582304843976656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-time-to-leave-when.html' title='It&apos;s time to leave when..........'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RtCo3AyE_lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/teLSHwEtUxc/s72-c/PH01859J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-3862167449195442639</id><published>2007-08-16T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:13:01.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>Was returning from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christan&lt;/span&gt; activity this evening, minding my own business walking along a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scottish&lt;/span&gt; road, in town, and this ne'er do well shouts at me, &lt;em&gt;'f..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; black b....rd!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted, nothing could come out of my mouth but &lt;em&gt;'sorry?'&lt;/em&gt;. A thousand things went through my mind all at once as this human being, like myself, walked past me. A woman from across the street seemed to be upset, but honestly, it just 'seemed' she was upset because in that second, it was her and her brother against me.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been spoken to like that before in my life, I never knew I could be affected by something like that. I thought of calling the police because it's a chargeable offence, but as the man walked off I realised they' d get to me too late, and all of a sudden it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that the police in this town also were his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick to my stomach, the man wasn't drunk, looking at him I could see that he was one of the people who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;benefiting&lt;/span&gt; from my service in this land as well as someone I was supporting with the 40% tax the government takes from my salary. Nobody deserves such insult. All the things I could have said back to him have suddenly overwhelmed me. I can't imagine what our brothers went through 400 years ago in the hands of slave masters. I can't imagine what our forerunners had to go through - fighting for equality and rights. &lt;strong&gt;I'm black, beautiful and proud&lt;/strong&gt;. I have a heritage, I have a home land. In this land I have every right that he has through birth. I'm a success. I'm an achiever. Most especially I know who I am in Jesus Christ. I pray that man comes to know Him. Wow what a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-3862167449195442639?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3862167449195442639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=3862167449195442639&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3862167449195442639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3862167449195442639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/08/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-4619071881936974905</id><published>2007-08-14T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:13:41.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything seems to be going wrong</title><content type='html'>Had an accident on sunday. Now I can understand why DVLA says, DO NOT USE YOUR MOBILE PHONE WHEN DRIVING. I don't even want to blog about it, I just need to rant a little, I've not been able to be my smiling self, and it's not just about the car.&lt;br /&gt;Donnie McClurkin sang, 'What do you do when you've done all you can and it seems like you just can't go on? You just stand...Let the Lord see you through', I'm just standing now. Lord I trust you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-4619071881936974905?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4619071881936974905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=4619071881936974905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/4619071881936974905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/4619071881936974905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-everything-seems-to-be-going-wrong.html' title='When everything seems to be going wrong'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-6530429260874312731</id><published>2007-08-06T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:59:39.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>? A taste of motherhood ?</title><content type='html'>My little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came on holiday. Well, he's not little any more at 16 and 6 foot 1, he could pass as my big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But he's a baby to me, I remember when he was around 9 and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; 4.5 feet tall. I was his favourite cousin, he used to come and hang out with me during my house job and bamboozle all the junior doctors in the doctors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quarters&lt;/span&gt;. When he was upset with his mum he'd pack his suitcase and tell her he was coming to live with me......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;, small me then, but to him I must have seemed like some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;auntie&lt;/span&gt; able to cater for him, even though we literally lived off noodles and hard boiled eggs. When he was much younger I'd visit their house with my sis, we'd sleep in the same bed and because he was a rough sleeper I'd end up with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;foot&lt;/span&gt; in my mouth or wake up to find his head hanging off the edge of the bed...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he dwarfs me now, have to remind myself that he's a kid as I look up to him when speaking. He put his arm around me for a picture not too long ago and I felt tiny for the second time in my life..(Don't ask me about the first).&lt;br /&gt;In church, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday,&lt;/span&gt; I was looking out for him to make sure he was comfortable, when we went shopping , I asked him to pick out the stuff he likes to eat. I was propelled to hold his hands the other day and tell him how proud I was of him and how he was going to become someone in life.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, he and hubby played foot ball on the PS2, the screaming and shouting was out of this world, I sat there like a proud...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day at work I was concerned that he might be bored or hungry at home, I called to find out if he was okay..'yeah, yeah, yeah'. The usual me would have gone home and thrown herself into blogging or something (productive) after work (though I'm a good wife ooh!), but not wanting to starve him, I stopped off at the African shop to get some meat. I said to myself, this is a grown up lad! why am I panicking? The motherly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;instinct&lt;/span&gt; in me I guess has just taken over, the sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; I must admit is sweet, but giving the fact that in order to have been his mum I would have had to engage in teenage pregnancy I ponder on whether my affection comes from a sense of sisterliness; then again, we women are unique, our motherliness, sisterliness, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;daughterliness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wifeliness&lt;/span&gt; and loveliness are all embedded in our womanliness.&lt;br /&gt;Hope we all have a fun time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-6530429260874312731?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6530429260874312731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=6530429260874312731&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/6530429260874312731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/6530429260874312731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/08/taste-of-motherhood.html' title='? A taste of motherhood ?'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-9144447411760464604</id><published>2007-07-31T17:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:33:57.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Is a solution the answer to everything? This tautology does some what make sense, believe me! At work three nights ago, it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me how everyone in some way or the other is looking for solutions. Big things need solutions (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt; poverty, corruption, world peace issues, whom do I marry?), moderate things need solutions( How do I get this shopping home, should I wear the brown shoes or the black ones? Fluoride tooth past-the solution to mouthy issues) and even small things need solutions, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;know, like&lt;/span&gt; ......whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't cooked any thing today because I haven't got any onions. A simple statement but underneath it a wealth of questions! First of all why do I have to cook anything in the first place? Well, that was rhetoric believe me, but in connection with the onions..solution...go out and buy some! I'm too tired to go out to the shops after working all night, by the time I get up it's too late to get up, go to the shops, come back and cook &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; reasonable and still get to work on time.....solution.....1. I could get out of bed half an hour earlier or 2. I don't have to cook with the onions or 3. I could ask hubby to get the onions on his way back or 4. I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fash&lt;/span&gt;, (sod all), (which is what I've been doing any way). The ultimate solution would be not even to worry about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I had all this going through my mind when God reminded me that Jesus is the solution to the troubles of the world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and we&lt;/span&gt; can find solutions to everything in the word of God, sometimes not glaring but always there, believe me. All of a sudden my theory about solutions, seems extremely convincing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.With out giving it a second thought, we look for solutions in almost everything we do. Just something to think about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-9144447411760464604?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/9144447411760464604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=9144447411760464604&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/9144447411760464604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/9144447411760464604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/07/solutions.html' title='Solutions'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-2676804287186186270</id><published>2007-07-25T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:33:30.627+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems by Me'/><title type='text'>He Never Left</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem 6 years ago. Recently I shared it at a christian gathering, a sister testified that it spoke to her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a stroll today&lt;br /&gt;along a lonely road,&lt;br /&gt;a road that had no You,&lt;br /&gt;It was very dry and cold.&lt;br /&gt;A road that seemed so empty,&lt;br /&gt;no flowers, shrubs or trees,&lt;br /&gt;no music in the air,&lt;br /&gt;no pretty coloured leaves.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped along my path to wonder where you were&lt;br /&gt;No singing bird passed by,&lt;br /&gt;no kitten paused to purr,&lt;br /&gt;no sunshine hit my face&lt;br /&gt;no warmth to see me through,&lt;br /&gt;I stood and braced myself while I wondered what to do.&lt;br /&gt;'You're not forsaken daughter, all you have to do,&lt;br /&gt;is trust me once again,&lt;br /&gt;because I am here for you.&lt;br /&gt;My love never changes, it doesn't fade or die,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a child to kid you, nor a man that I should lie.&lt;br /&gt;I never ever left you&lt;br /&gt;I stayed her 'till the end,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your Father and your Comforter&lt;br /&gt;I'm your Brother and your Friend'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-2676804287186186270?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2676804287186186270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=2676804287186186270&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/2676804287186186270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/2676804287186186270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-never-left.html' title='He Never Left'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-1040672998994379524</id><published>2007-07-19T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:16:50.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by drNo: 8 Random Things about Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rp-NwichUxI/AAAAAAAAABM/ToKLO0gn63c/s1600-h/The+beach+Aberdeen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088941968971617042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rp-NwichUxI/AAAAAAAAABM/ToKLO0gn63c/s200/The+beach+Aberdeen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got tagged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DrNo&lt;/span&gt;, don't quite understand this tagging business but it seems like an okay entry for today. Apparently, after my entry I have to tag 8 other people who have to write 8 random things about themselves.......&lt;br /&gt;Any ways..here goes mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Okay brace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;, I have 8 sisters. &lt;a href="http://akelcalledwonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; called Wonder &lt;/a&gt;is one of them. We come in all sizes, shapes and complexions. Growing up was so much fun but we couldn't do hand me downs when we were younger cos our first sister was slim, I was fat, my third sister was tall and the fourth sister was small. The inability to hand things down stuck with us for many years, and even after we kind of all 'normalised' the mentality stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm the only doctor in a family of lawyers. My dad and 4 of my sisters all wear black...I wear white, really the odd one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love reality TV....yeah it sounds really cheesy...sorry! Big brother, American Idol, X-factor, Americas Next Top Supermodel any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I spent a decade of my life weight watching. My weight has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yoyo'd&lt;/span&gt; over the past 8 years and&lt;br /&gt;I 'm now at my heaviest! 6 years ago I starved myself for 10 weeks - exercising like a maniac, I lost 4 dress sizes, my parents begged me to stop cos people might think I had some terminal illness, the weight stayed off for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My Dad is my hero, I love him like crazy. He's the epitome of a good father. He showed us so much love and care whilst we were growing up and is still behind us today. He repeatedly told us we were beautiful, intelligent and able to do anything and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; we want, his encouragement has helped me become who I am today. Hope I will be as good a mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pepsimax&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite drink in the whole wide world. Sugar free - but maximum taste, they could use me to advertise for them any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chilling with my hubby is my idea of having a great time. In our little world of both of us he's my best friend. Got a question though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;it's wrong&lt;/span&gt; to gossip, but when you gossip with your husband are you really gossiping? My other best friend is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;, I just met her 3 years ago but she is my best friend of all time...does that sound unreal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-1040672998994379524?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1040672998994379524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=1040672998994379524&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/1040672998994379524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/1040672998994379524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged-by-drno-8-random-things-about-me.html' title='Tagged by drNo: 8 Random Things about Me'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rp-NwichUxI/AAAAAAAAABM/ToKLO0gn63c/s72-c/The+beach+Aberdeen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-3184438845857546480</id><published>2007-07-15T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:05:38.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be afraid to let go</title><content type='html'>Had a long week at work so have been away from my computer. Decided to do some tidying up over yesterday and today. It's amazing how when  I  get rid of my 'junk' it usually fills a large bin bag and yet if I were to get rid of the stuff I didn't need or use again the next day it would probably fill another bin bag. This got me thinking just now, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; reading something that TD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jakes&lt;/span&gt; wrote. Early in my christian walk, I really wanted to like everyone and be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; good books. I felt it was extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nonspiritual&lt;/span&gt; if a christian didn't flow with everyone. Well, I read this TD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jakes&lt;/span&gt; thing and he was talking about letting go, letting go of people and things that are not helping us, letting go of things we don't need, letting go of relationships that are not doing us any good. &lt;em&gt;It doesn't&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mean that the person or thing is bad&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;it doesn't mean you hate them or dislike them&lt;/em&gt;, all it means is that that relationship &lt;em&gt;or thing is not doing you any good and you may be better off&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;without it&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes, you release things and sow them into someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; life, sometimes you just do away with them, sometimes you say goodbye to someone so that you can get a hold of your life, sometimes you want them to get a hold of theirs. It took me a long time to believe that sometimes we are expected to let go, but when we do , our release may just become a release.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-3184438845857546480?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3184438845857546480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=3184438845857546480&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3184438845857546480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3184438845857546480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-be-afraid-to-let-go.html' title='Don&apos;t be afraid to let go'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-245580923914938709</id><published>2007-07-06T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:56:04.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From New York to my sofa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Ro6nZwIDOUI/AAAAAAAAABE/YW954e-2wfU/s1600-h/j0282742.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084185090205104450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Ro6nZwIDOUI/AAAAAAAAABE/YW954e-2wfU/s200/j0282742.gif" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In everything God works for the good of them that love Him (me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title of this blog is honestly deceptive. I worked 'my pretty little' off the week before last just so that I could swap time from work so that hubby and I could go on Holiday. Well, I went around telling everyone (as women do) that I was off to New York in a couple of weeks. I should have known better, we hadn't even bought the tickets and people have already given me lists of the stuff they want. Well, to be honest, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lastminute&lt;/span&gt;.com couldn't help us out during this peak period, the plans changed abruptly to my discontent, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;option laid&lt;/span&gt; on the table was one or two European towns. I wasn't having any of it, sometimes we have to keep face.....Well, that didn't go down too well......I couldn't believe when hubby suggested London which is like a second home, then he suggested the next historic town to us which is just 100 miles away! I spent a day brooding over my predicament, but like always, the sun didn't go down on my upset. The Lord is in control! His word is real..in everything He works for good, honestly, He does oh! Now it's dawning on me that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stubbornness&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flattened&lt;/span&gt; me to a great anticlimax, a summer holiday on the sofa in my living room. I mean, the option of saying, 'Okay, I'll go on my own' is there but we never mean it when we say it do we? And if we do go, we never really have fun do we? And if we do have fun we never hear the end of it do we? I'll get over this someday, honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-245580923914938709?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/245580923914938709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=245580923914938709&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/245580923914938709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/245580923914938709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-new-york-to-my-sofa.html' title='From New York to my sofa'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Ro6nZwIDOUI/AAAAAAAAABE/YW954e-2wfU/s72-c/j0282742.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-4685655569985860044</id><published>2007-07-04T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:24:34.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems by Me'/><title type='text'>To all the nice peolple I've met</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rou0hwIDOQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pfzHrA8EdtE/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083355096365086978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rou0hwIDOQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pfzHrA8EdtE/s200/Water+lilies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More of My Poetry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Nice To Be Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too nice to be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Too good to just forget,&lt;br /&gt;Some people create an impact&lt;br /&gt;that makes you glad that they were met.&lt;br /&gt;The unforgettable, sometimes, we're chanced to come across,&lt;br /&gt;but when one has to leave, we just might count our gain as loss,&lt;br /&gt;But, gain and loss are relative, something lies in between -&lt;br /&gt;You loose to gain and gain to give,&lt;br /&gt;that's exactly what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;You're too nice to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;And I will not forget,&lt;br /&gt;That you created an impact&lt;br /&gt;That makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; you were met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy right Sisbee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-4685655569985860044?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4685655569985860044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=4685655569985860044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/4685655569985860044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/4685655569985860044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-all-nice-peolple-ive-met.html' title='To all the nice peolple I&apos;ve met'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rou0hwIDOQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pfzHrA8EdtE/s72-c/Water+lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-8672262156474515605</id><published>2007-07-02T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:05:54.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Months resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New month. I'm one of those people who make new month resolutions. I've been making them since....far back as I can remember. Usually, by the second day of the month I can say how far I'll be getting and in the past it hasn't been very far - I must confess. This month however I'm eager to carry out my plans. It helps that we prayed about goals during our womens meeting over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;July's a lovely month, it's usually sunny and warm wherever one is. It's the month my fav sis has her birthday (oops shouldn't have said fav sis), but yeah AKCW (Bastic) was born in July. At work, July always indicates change...moving hospital, changing specialty, moving on. July 1st also begins the second half of the year. I've got big plans for July but I'll keep them to myself for now. One thing I'll be up to though is working on myself - Spirit, Soul and Body.&lt;br /&gt;And here's a hola out to TLOASCM you know yourself, I love you loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-8672262156474515605?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8672262156474515605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=8672262156474515605&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8672262156474515605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8672262156474515605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-months-revolutions.html' title='New Months resolutions'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-1598765102080945798</id><published>2007-06-29T01:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:31:56.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Golden?</title><content type='html'>I swapped my duties and ended up working nights this week.I'm off for a few days now. Presently I'm suffering from work-lag. It's almost 3am and my eyes are wide open.&lt;br /&gt;All went well at work on the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;, then on the second night a colleague was really rude to me over the phone. I was startled, I don't know this person and have never seen him before but I had sensed an attitude the night before when I had also had to speak with him. Being the wise person I am (permit me to brag in the Lord), I decided to overlook the initial offence (proverbs 19 VS 11). Well on the night in question he had chosen not only to ridicule me but to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insulting&lt;/span&gt; whilst doing it. I took in a deep breath, there were people with me while I was being insulted, I wasn't going to let my guard down. I told him in as calm a voice as I could that I did not appreciate how he was speaking to me. That did not seem to get the message across. By this time my ears felt hot. I told him I didn't have to put up with his behaviour and I wasn't having any of it. I then decided not to say anything else. He repeated his insulting question and I remained silent. At this time any normal person would have decided to hang up on him...but , well........ I'm not any normal person. First, I think hanging up on anyone is almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; to a slap and I don't do slaps, secondly, we were being forced to work as a team for the sake of a patient, the patients interest came first before my ego and my personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whims&lt;/span&gt;, we both had taken hippocratic oaths. As I sat there mute with the phone to my ear, my pulse slowed down and my breathing settled. His next question, though not asked politely, was relevant and would put an end to the saga and so I answered him nicely and put the phone down. I hate misunderstandings and I felt upset about what had happened, what had lead to all that in the first place? I had two other episodes during the course of the week and the whole thing was very upsetting. As I walked home after my last night, I thought to myself what a week it had been; I wondered where as a christian I had gone wrong and what I could have done to avoid the situations I had found myself in. Offences will come but it is how we handle them that counts. The bible says there is a time to keep silent, and a time to speak. I hope I had picked the right 'time' of the two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-1598765102080945798?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1598765102080945798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=1598765102080945798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/1598765102080945798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/1598765102080945798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/06/silence-is-golden.html' title='Silence is Golden?'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-7927715664785174075</id><published>2007-06-22T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:00:15.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A humble person is generally thought to be unpretentious and modest: someone who does not think that he or she is better or more important than others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Humility must be a virtue -I presume. I mean we rank it up there with other virtues like kindness, gentleness, honesty, patience and charity-or don't we? Well, I've always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; so anyway. I was brought up to believe ones character speaks more than any other thing one thinks they might have achieved or thinks they have become for whatever reason. I tend to have so much respect for the professor who could probably pass for the janitor, not because he's in overalls but because he can relate with anybody at their level without lording it over anyone, his humility does not make him any less an intelligent and prestigious man...after all, what really makes him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;naturally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; better than the janitor? Remember the old saying &lt;em&gt;'but for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the grace of God there goes me?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So often humble people are taken for granted, abused, disrespected, overlooked and ignored. Sometimes they are even presumed weak. For a great man to humble himself he is obviously totally secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Food for thought; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mediocrity&lt;/span&gt; demands respect, humility commands it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-7927715664785174075?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&amp;defl=en&amp;q=define:humility&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=glossary_definition&amp;ct=titlehttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humility' title='A humble person is generally thought to be unpretentious and modest: someone who does not think that he or she is better or more important than others'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7927715664785174075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=7927715664785174075&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/7927715664785174075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/7927715664785174075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/06/securely-humble.html' title='A humble person is generally thought to be unpretentious and modest: someone who does not think that he or she is better or more important than others'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-3284443139304329606</id><published>2007-06-21T00:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:25:04.251+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems by Me'/><title type='text'>True Beauty</title><content type='html'>You can check out some of my poems at poetry.com. Most of my favourite poems were actually written over 1o years ago when I read some of them today I wonder who wrote them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Beauty&lt;br /&gt;June 27th 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petals of a purple flower and the sweet smell of honey suckle in the air.&lt;br /&gt;A puppy rolling in the grass, cuddly looking, with soft brown patched fur, a gentle twinkle in its button like eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A smile that lights up a childs face; a smile of warmth and love when something good has exchanged hands, a smile that means 'thank you'.&lt;br /&gt;The rain falling softly into the leaves of the trees, the drops rolling down onto the ground, hitting stones and washing them of the dust.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shining brightly into the room early in the morning, bringing forth true light, true beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy right Sisbee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-3284443139304329606?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3284443139304329606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=3284443139304329606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3284443139304329606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/3284443139304329606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/06/true-beauty.html' title='True Beauty'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-4608373986839775750</id><published>2007-06-19T21:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:47:04.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>Feet are aching, been walking to work for some days now and walking back. Also spend almost 12 hours on my feet at work. Worse thing is I seem to have gained a kilogram! Perserverance I guess will pay off so I'm not giving up. This week has been a bit chaotic. I get home tired and needing my bed but end up not going to bed until the early hours because....... I don't know, no good reason, then I wake up when the alarm goes off at 5.30, tell myself I can close my eyes for another 10 mins and then you know what happens next..... yes, I suddenly jolt up at 7.05 wondering where to start, especially now that I have to consider the time it takes to do this walking business.&lt;br /&gt;I've also succeeded in turning the house into some sort of pig sty....usually I'm slow at tidying up when my hubby is away (mice play when the cats away, remember?) and I also don't get to do much tidying up when I'm working my 12 hour shifts everyday for a week. Now picture what I'm saying, my hubby is away &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I've been working 12 hour shifts. Each time I here the sound of a neighbours door I think Oh My! He's decided to surprise me, he's back!&lt;br /&gt;Well, some nice things happened today any way, first I managed to swap a few days at work which means we can go on holiday together as planned, and secondly, I just felt happy in the morning. I started the day on a good foot, listening to one of Pastor Chris' messages. I felt hot enough to speak to one of my patients about God's love for her and even prayed for her, she was quite receptive, there are people hurting out there I tell you, people hooked on drugs and alcohol, people wanting to kill themselves over the lack of money or lack of feeling loved and people who are just in need, lets plant the seeds of The Word, God will water them. I mean thinking about what I see in Accident and Emergency actually makes my worries about pigs, cats and mice seem insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed.....sometime tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-4608373986839775750?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4608373986839775750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=4608373986839775750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/4608373986839775750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/4608373986839775750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-9209129040662942421</id><published>2007-06-15T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:23:21.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>The Lesson in the Plants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RnMVvFi9lpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/34Q9oEsJ-Sc/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076425103663535762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RnMVvFi9lpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/34Q9oEsJ-Sc/s200/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've developed green fingers. Thanks to my sister- in- law I've developed an interest in watching plants grow. Some months ago she gave me a spider like plant and a pretty climber, (I haven't gone completely botanical yet so forgive my not knowing their names). They started off so small that I thought there was no hope for them to blossom into anything. A little love, watering and sunshine over a short while saw them growing like wild fire, branching off and looking beautiful. Amongst my plants was a tiny bulb I'd bought myself- it wasn't growing nicely at all. The other two plants dwarfed it by a mile, no matter how I watered or watched it, it just didn't seem to make any progress. I couldn't help relating my plants to the word of God and human beings. First of all, I thought of how Jesus requires of us to bear fruit, every tree that does not bear fruit will be cut off; like the plants that were doing well we are expected to grow, branch off and be beautiful and how happy the Lord must be when we do. In disgust I threw the Little sad plant into the bin and then I had a change of heart and fished it out from the rubbish. Everything (one) desrves a second chance. I thought of the tendency we have to pay more attention to things or people that are doing well, blossoming and looking beautiful. We fuss over these people or things and forget that it is the sick one who needs the physician, in other words the sick, not-doing-so-good, not-growing- so- well plant needed more attention, love, understanding and care than the plants that were already doing well .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This came as a revelation and although my little plant met an unnatural death eventually (don't ask me how), I learnt a vital lesson, you can learn a lot from the work of God's hands.&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/6375894326908687171-9209129040662942421?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/9209129040662942421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=9209129040662942421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/9209129040662942421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/9209129040662942421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/06/lesson-in-plants.html' title='The Lesson in the Plants'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/RnMVvFi9lpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/34Q9oEsJ-Sc/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-975734442813228308</id><published>2007-06-12T19:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:41:39.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rm7omFi9loI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YSM73q4Wo9I/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075249571114620546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rm7omFi9loI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YSM73q4Wo9I/s200/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;My Hubby just travelled. Had to leave suddenly to attend to some business overseas....don't ask me what. Was just chatting with a friend (Norisky) about the mystery of marriage, How two become one flesh and how for some reason you don't just function the same without the other. I've already decided to make my bed on the couch for the next two weeks because the bedroom appears so lonesome. I've also decided to go on a diet since I won't need to cook as much, hopefully toppled with the fact that I have decided to walk an hour to work 3 times a week........progress will be made! God is in control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Back to the subject matter, yeah I'm missing him already and he just left! On another note I think I'll spend this time praying, studying and meditating on God's word. After all bodily exercise profitteh little....................!&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/6375894326908687171-975734442813228308?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/975734442813228308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=975734442813228308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/975734442813228308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/975734442813228308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/06/missing-you-already.html' title='Missing You already!'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rm7omFi9loI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YSM73q4Wo9I/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-6149548760123007400</id><published>2007-06-11T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:03:17.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and the Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGYPxkGsA_M/Rm084Fi9lnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ltMVeIfpxWk/s1600-h/Happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was my birthday a couple of days ago. Woke up thinking wow...never thought I'd reach that stage they were talking about...You know the stage when you go -"&lt;em&gt;man, these birthdays should&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;take a chill pill, I need to do some catching up!"&lt;/em&gt; Initially (for a second) I felt ehmm. God then reminded me of all He'd done for me in the past year, and the year before and the year before that and eventually I arrived at the conclusion- "&lt;em&gt;I've come a long way, and all's good&lt;/em&gt;". You know the most important thing is actually remembering that we have hope for an even brighter tomorrow (&lt;em&gt;Jeremiah 29 vs 11&lt;/em&gt;). Without hope how do we face challenges? How can any one keep a positive attitude? With faith we lay hold of what we believe God for, and hope is what helps us not give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In summary, I had a good day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-6149548760123007400?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6149548760123007400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=6149548760123007400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/6149548760123007400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/6149548760123007400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/06/hope-and-birthday.html' title='Hope and the Birthday'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375894326908687171.post-8027339024236834825</id><published>2007-06-11T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:12:17.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There!</title><content type='html'>Hi It's me, thought this is a great idea, sharing me with you. Well Kemi gave me the idea after seeing hers and I felt for a minute, where has blogging been all my life? I'm going to be honest and as open as I can be and hopefully sharing my God experinces can help someone in some way. I love being a helper, I love being there for people.....maybe thats my calling. Anyways...this is going to be fun to read so watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375894326908687171-8027339024236834825?l=sisbeeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8027339024236834825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375894326908687171&amp;postID=8027339024236834825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8027339024236834825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375894326908687171/posts/default/8027339024236834825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisbeeo.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-there.html' title='Hey There!'/><author><name>Sisbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090900307293489639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
