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			<title>My Last Few Months Condensed</title>
			<author>robalman</author>
			<description>Just a quick word to let you all know I haven't dropped of the edge of the world,

My wife and I are travelling along quite well, although she is often ill. 
Caring for my wife and also being a part-time disabillity support worker is keeping me busy and also enabling us to pay a few more bills as well as ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just a quick word to let you all know I haven't dropped of the edge of the world,<br />
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My wife and I are travelling along quite well, although she is often ill. <br />
Caring for my wife and also being a part-time disabillity support worker  is keeping me busy and also enabling us to pay a few more bills as well  as affording us a slightly better lifestyle. <br />
Have had our daughter home since the beginning of December from a very  abussive relationship and as she struggled to find her way back into the  world and the whole family has suffered her anguish as we supported her best we could. <br />
Things are startling to look up as she has met a nice young man that  appears to love her like a dad would wish. <br />
Young bloke just turned 18 and is in final year of apprenticeship...hope  just turning 18 doesnt cause him to run off the rails but he has a good  friend database on which to draw a future with. <br />
Me, still shooting, season just started and looking forward to rest of year.</p><p>Cheers</p><p>Rob</p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Now This One Was An Email Sent To Me. Try And Read Without A Tear!!!</title>
			<author>robalman</author>
			<description>(both              men &amp;amp; women, sons &amp;amp; daughters              -&amp;nbsp;              need to            ...</description>
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<p>(both                            men &amp; women, sons &amp; daughters                            -&nbsp;                            need to                            read this ,                            </p>
<p>it&nbsp;                            doesn't&nbsp; only&nbsp; apply&nbsp; to &nbsp;mothers                            ... )                            </p>
<p>&nbsp;                            </p>
<p>BEING                            A MOTHER... </p>
<p>After                            17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to                            </p>
<p>take                            another woman out to dinner and a movie. She                            &nbsp;                            &nbsp;</p>
<p>said,                            'I love you, but I know this other woman loves                            </p>
<p>you                            and would love to spend some time with you.'                            </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>The                            other woman that my wife wanted me to visit                            </p>
<p>was                            my MOTHER, who has been alone for 20 years,                            </p>
<p>but                            the demands of my work and my two boys had                            </p>
<p>made                            it possible to visit her only occasionally.                            </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>That                            night I called to invite her to go out for                            </p>
<p>dinner                            and a movie. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>'What's                            wrong, aren't you well,' she asked? </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>My                            mother is the type of woman who suspects that a                            </p>
<p>late                            night call or a surprise invitation is a sign                            </p>
<p>of                            bad news. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>'I                            thought it would be pleasant to spend some                            </p>
<p>time                            with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'                            </p>
<p>She                            thought about it for a moment, and then said,                            </p>
<p>'I                            would like that very much' </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>That                            Friday after work, as I drove over to pick                            &nbsp;                            &nbsp;</p>
<p>her                            up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her                            </p>
<p>house,                            I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous                            </p>
<p>about                            our date. She waited in the door. She had curled her                            hair and was wearing the </p>
<p>dress                            that she had worn to celebrate her last                            </p>
<p>birthday                            on November 19th. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>She                            smiled from a face that was as radiant as an                            </p>
<p>angel's.                            'I told my friends that I was going to go                            </p>
<p>out                            with my son, and they were impressed,' she said,                            </p>
<p>as                            she got into that new white van. 'They can't wait to                            hear about our date'. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>We                            went to a restaurant that, although not                            </p>
<p>elegant,                            was very nice and cozy. My mother took my                            </p>
<p>arm                            as if she were the First Lady. After we sat                            </p>
<p>down,                            I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only                            </p>
<p>read                            large print. Half way through the entries, I                            </p>
<p>lifted                            my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at                            </p>
<p>me. A                            nostalgic smile was on her lips. 'It was I                            </p>
<p>who                            used to have to read the menu when you were                            </p>
<p>small,'                            she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and                            </p>
<p>let                            me return the favour,' I responded. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>During                            the dinner, we had an agreeable &nbsp;                            &nbsp;</p>
<p>conversation-                            -nothing extraordinary but catching up                            </p>
<p>on                            recent events of each other's life. We talked so                            </p>
<p>much                            that we missed the movie. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>As we                            arrived at her house later, she said,                            </p>
<p>'I'll                            go out with you again, but only if you let me                            </p>
<p>invite                            you.' I agreed. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>'How                            was your dinner date ?' </p>
<p>asked                            my wife when I got home. </p>
<p>'Very                            nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,'                            &nbsp;                            &nbsp;</p>
<p>I&nbsp;                            answered. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>A few                            days later, my mother died of a massive                            </p>
<p>heart                            attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't                            </p>
<p>have                            a chance to do anything for her. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Some                            time later, I received an envelope with a                            </p>
<p>copy                            of a restaurant receipt from the same place                            </p>
<p>mother                            and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I                            </p>
<p>paid                            this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I                            </p>
<p>could                            be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two                            </p>
<p>plates                            - one for you and the other for your wife.                            </p>
<p>You                            will never know what that night meant for me.                            </p>
<p>I                            love you, son.' </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>At                            that moment, I understood the importance of                            </p>
<p>saying                            in time: 'I LOVE YOU' and to give our loved                            </p>
<p>ones                            the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is                            </p>
<p>more                            important than your family. Give them the time                            </p>
<p>they                            deserve, because these things cannot be put off                            </p>
<p>till                            'some other time.' </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said it takes about six weeks to get back                            </p>
<p>to                            normal after you've had a baby.... somebody                            </p>
<p>doesn't                            know that once you're a mother, </p>
<p>'normal'                            is&nbsp; history. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said you learn how to be a mother by  </p>
<p>instinct.....                            somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.                            </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said being a mother is boring .......                            </p>
<p>somebody                            never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a                            driver's permit. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said if you're a'good' mother, </p>
<p>your                            child will 'turn out good'.... </p>
<p>somebody                            thinks a child comes with </p>
<p>directions                            and a guarantee. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said you don't need an education to be a                            </p>
<p>mother....                            somebody never helped a fourth grader                            </p>
<p>with                            his maths. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said you can't love the second child as                            </p>
<p>much                            as you love the first ... somebody doesn't                            </p>
<p>have                            two children. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said the hardest part of being a mother                            </p>
<p>is                            labor and delivery.... </p>
<p>somebody                            never watched her 'baby' get on the bus                            </p>
<p>for                            the first day of&nbsp; kindergarten ...                            </p>
<p>or on                            a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'                            </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said a mother can stop worrying after her                            </p>
<p>child                            gets married....somebody doesn't know that                            </p>
<p>marriage                            adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a                            </p>
<p>mother's                            heartstrings. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said a mother's job is done when </p>
<p>her                            last child leaves home...&nbsp; &nbsp;                            </p>
<p>somebody                            never had grandchildren. </p>
<p>* * *                            </p>
<p>Somebody                            said your mother knows you love her, so                            </p>
<p>you                            don't need to tell her... </p>
<p>somebody                            isn't a mother. </p>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:25:45 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>Please Read. A Must For All Families</title>
			<author>robalman</author>
			<description>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&amp;nbsp; 

SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'&amp;nbsp; 

DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.&amp;nbsp; 

SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'&amp;nbsp; 

DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&nbsp; <br />
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SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'&nbsp; <br />
<br />
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'&nbsp; <br />
<br />
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'&nbsp; <br />
<br />
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'&nbsp; <br />
<br />
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'&nbsp; <br />
<br />
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'&nbsp; <br />
<br />
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&nbsp; <br />
<br />
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:&nbsp; <br />
<br />
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'&nbsp; <br />
<br />
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to&nbsp;have dinner with you.'&nbsp; <br />
<br />
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. <br />
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			<title>The Day Begins</title>
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			<description>My Daughter just rang to let me know that she lost her baby....6 weeks....
I let her know that all my love was with her but somehow, to me, my words just don;t seem to be enough.
I will send her some flowers but I have an overwhelming urge to hold her.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My Daughter just rang to let me know that she lost her baby....6 weeks....<img src="http://www.minti.com/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/sad_smile.gif" alt=""/><img src="http://www.minti.com/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/cry_smile.gif" alt=""/></p>
<p>I let her know that all my love was with her but somehow, to me, my words just don;t seem to be enough.</p>
<p>I will send her some flowers but I have an overwhelming urge to hold her.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Saw this and just had to share.</title>
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			<description>A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife turning back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what shed like to have for her Birthday. 
I'd like to be eight again, she replied, still looking in the mirror. 

On the morning of her Birthday, he ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife turning back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what shed like to have for her Birthday. <br />
I'd like to be eight again, she replied, still looking in the mirror. <br />
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On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice Big bowl of Coco pops, and then took her to a theme Park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park: the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. <br />
<br />
He then took her to McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra <br />
fries and a Chocolate shake. Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favourite candy, M&amp;M's. What a fabulous adventure! <br />
<br />
Finally she wobbled home with her Husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. <br />
He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, &quot;Well Dear,  what was it like being eight again?&quot; <br />
<br />
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly Changed. <br />
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&quot;I meant my dress size, you MORON!&quot;   <img border="0" alt="Embarassed" src="http://ozfclass.com/phpBB2/images/smiles/icon_redface.gif"/>  <img border="0" alt="Embarassed" src="http://ozfclass.com/phpBB2/images/smiles/icon_redface.gif"/>  <img border="0" alt="Embarassed" src="http://ozfclass.com/phpBB2/images/smiles/icon_redface.gif"/>]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 06:04:03 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>Still Alive...JUST</title>
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			<description>I haven't been on minti for a while so just thought I would pop in and let you all know that I am still alive...Just lots going on.
Had another big shoot on the weekend, came 3rd so pleased with that.
The cat got speyed and now has an infection.
Bugga has his turn at the vet tomorrow and I can't wait as ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I haven't been on minti for a while so just thought I would pop in and let you all know that I am still alive...Just lots going on.</p>
<p>Had another big shoot on the weekend, came 3rd so pleased with that.</p>
<p>The cat got speyed and now has an infection.</p>
<p>Bugga has his turn at the vet tomorrow and I can't wait as the poor thing is in a lot of pain and I can't stand to see him like it.<img src="http://www.minti.com/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/sad_smile.gif" alt=""/></p>
<p>Rhonda has not been the best.</p>
<p>Rochelle has completed her move to another town with her man and has been home sick.</p>
<p>I have had the runs...thank god for imodium.</p>
<p>And so on...I am sure you get the idea.</p>
<p>I have not forgotten you all my dear friends and will return soon.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Lean On Me</title>
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			<description>A parent is not someone to lean on but someone to make leaning&amp;nbsp; unnecessary.
Dorothy Fisher: Basically the same but the verse was originally for a mother.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>A parent is not someone to lean on but someone to make leaning&nbsp; unnecessary.</strong></p>
<p><em>Dorothy Fisher: </em>Basically the same but the verse was originally for a mother.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Sad</title>
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			<description>Is a sad &amp;nbsp;day today for me. My son has been gone for 20 years .
He may have only been 16 weeks old but the image of him is etched into my heart for eternity.
R.I.P Paul xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Is a sad <img alt="" src="http://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.com/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/cry_smile.gif"/>&nbsp;day today for me. My son has been gone for 20 years <img alt="" src="http://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.com/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/cry_smile.gif"/>.</p>
<p>He may have only been 16 weeks old but the image of him is etched into my heart for eternity.</p>
<p>R.I.P Paul xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo<img alt="" src="http://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.com/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/cry_smile.gif"/><img alt="" src="http://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.comhttp://www.minti.com/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/cry_smile.gif"/></p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:58:24 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>Minti Magic</title>
			<author>robalman</author>
			<description>WOW...The new Minti looks like it will be a real hit...I love it, so much more interactive.
A better way to organise things. Like I said...AWESOME.
Congratulations for such a great job.
Robert</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>WOW...The new Minti looks like it will be a real hit...I love it, so much more interactive.</p>
<p>A better way to organise things. Like I said...AWESOME.</p>
<p>Congratulations for such a great job.</p>
<p>Robert</p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Another Text 2 My Daughter</title>
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			<description>I believe I have found the best way to communicate with my daughter and since many kids these days have mobile phones other parents may like to consider similar.
Try and give them advice and it will get thrown straight back at you but disguise it in a message of love and it goes down so sweet.
My most recent txt below:
A ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I believe I have found the best way to communicate with my daughter and since many kids these days have mobile phones other parents may like to consider similar.</p>
<p>Try and give them advice and it will get thrown straight back at you but disguise it in a message of love and it goes down so sweet.</p>
<p>My most recent txt below:</p>
<p>A Daughter is like a loaf of bread.</p>
<p>Don't give it time to rise and it is flat and lifeless,</p>
<p>but be patient and you can watch it grow and mature.</p>
<p>Reply from Daughter:</p>
<p>Oh Dad your so damn, oh, I dunno, lovable! Love you lots and lots.</p>
<p>Regards</p>
<p>Robert</p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Insects and Angels</title>
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			<description>My daughter is out of town at the moment and I found myself thinking about her and the difficulties she has encountered rencently whilst exploring life.
I can be honest in saying that she has made a few really big mistakes but SHE realises and has her life back on track....for now.
So, yesterday I found myself thinking about her and sent ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My daughter is out of town at the moment and I found myself thinking about her and the difficulties she has encountered rencently whilst exploring life.</p>
<p>I can be honest in saying that she has made a few really big mistakes but SHE realises and has her life back on track....for now.</p>
<p>So, yesterday I found myself thinking about her and sent her the following text....</p>
<p>A Butterfly spreads it's wings just like A Daughter to experience the world and the wind pushes it a little off course until it gets strong <strong>enough to fly on it's own</strong>. Love always Daddy.xoxoxoxo</p>
<p>And I got the instant reply I needed.....................&quot;Love you always&quot;</p>
<p>Life can be so simple some times.</p>
<p>Cheers all.............Robert</p>]]></content:encoded>
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