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As I approach my 50th birthday, I find myself frantically revisiting and acting on my “Bucket List”. One item on the list is a cruise. Rifling through my wardrobe realizing I will have nothing to wear, I retreat to the couch to catch “The Biggest Loser”. Perhaps their hard work and effort will transform me just by watching?A dear friend suggested we join the gym. “It will be fun”, “we have

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...In the seventh month, on the tenth day of the month, you shall afflict your souls, and you shall not do any work ... For on that day he shall provide atonement for you to cleanse you from all your sins before the L-RD. -Leviticus 16:29-30The name "Yom Kippur" means "Day of Atonement," and that pretty much explains what the holiday is. It is a day set aside to "afflict the soul," to atone for

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Very sad to hear that Patrick is gone. An 80's icon - he was a gentle soul that appreciated his blessings in life and left us way too soon. LOS ANGELES - Patrick Swayze, the hunky actor who danced his way into moviegoers' hearts with "Dirty Dancing" and then broke them with "Ghost," died Monday after a battle with pancreatic cancer. He was 57."Patrick Swayze passed away peacefully today with

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Ok, i'm stumped. I'm in the market for a little condo to call my own. I have a few in mind that I would like to have a look at.I contacted the agent to book a showing for a great little 2 bedroom condo later this afternoon. I waited, and waited for a response - original request - Wednesday. (no I didnt pick up the phone and call - i am one of those that prefers to "get things done" through email

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SFU News Online - Suzuki explores ecology, economics - June 25, 2009Posted using ShareThis

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Hope... a love story...Prior to his departure for Europe, he leans towards his love..."I have something for you ....please wear this ring while i'm away... upon my return we will marry.."

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Three handsome young men, no more than 20 or 21 chuckle as they are frisked at the security monitor - my heart grows heavy... large size 12 combat boots are inspected and given a dusting....they could very easily be my son.......pockets of nearly new fatigues are padded down - I can't take my eyes off them....good heavens you are but children...a tear leaks through..... the inspector gives them "

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Punctuality, meticulous.....OC...Toronto, Canada, L.B. Pearson Airport - 545 am - One lonely man sitting at gate 120, legs crossed, coffee at his side, engrossed in a novel. I glance up to the flight informatiion - Montreal 800 am.... No fear of missing that flight....

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Joe Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock - (MADE IN JAPAN ) for 6am. While his coffeepot (MADE IN CHINA ) was perking, he shaved with his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG). He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN SRI LANKA), designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE) and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA). After cooking his breakfast in his new electric skillet (MADE IN INDIA) he sat down with his

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From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.Some of my saddest moments have

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This random thought is timely. With my ongoing search for a home to call my own; I am obsessing over wall colours, flooring and counter tops."the cup" so to speak - I now realize that I must choose with my head, a little of my heart (ideally my wallet) in the end it is up to me to make this house my home. "the hot chocolate"__________________________A group of graduates, well established in

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I'm thinking i need to journal my life with Jake... he is such a character and he seems to get into everything as a regular part of his day. I'm embarassed really, because I have taken such care in basically puppy proofing the house, and i never take my eyes off him... I blame Jake's last three incidents on someone else.. and rightly so...everything happened while in someone elses care... not

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Outside....?

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Love is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention towards other things it will come and softly sit.

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Jake graduates from Puppy Kindergarten - November 12, 2008.Well... he did fine... I need to go back for more training! I spoil him way too much - but how can I not? Look at that face :-)

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So this is where we part, My Friend,And you'll run on, around the bend,Gone from sight, but not from mind,New pleasures there you'll surely find.I will go on, I'll find the strength,Life measures quality, not its length.One long embrace before you leave,Share one last look, before I grieve.There are others, that much is true,But they be they, and they aren't you.And I, fair, impartial, or so I

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SAO PAULO, Brazil - Police say a woman has died on the way to a cemetery when a traffic accident hurled her husband's coffin against the back of her neck.Police say 67-year old Marciana Barcelos was in the front passenger seat of the hearse when the accident occurred Monday in the southern state of Rio Grande do Sul.Barcelos died instantly.Her 76-year-old husband Josi Coimbra died Sunday of a

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My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that when you buy me. Give me time to understand what you want of me. Place your trust in me - it's crucial for my wellbeing. Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your entertainment and your friends. I have only you. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I

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I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.He referred to the dates on his tombstone; from the beginning…to the end.He noted that first came his date of birth, and spoke the following date with tears. But, he said, what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.For that dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth…And now only those who loved him know

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" I think I see her in the cookie jar Dawson - keep sitting like a "good boy" and I know she'll get us one!"

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Little Jake is growing up so fast - first trip to the vet saw a significant increase in poundage - at 5 weeks - 12.6 lbs - at 12 weeks 28 lbs! Yikes - i think i'm looking at an 80 lb adult dog (perhaps more)Although I knew that when I saw the size of his puppy paws!Puppy Kindergarten starts the week of September 22nd and we've had several "play dates" with neighbourhood pups and friends pups...

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Such a funny puppy - Jake has this unusual but hilarious habit - takes a drink from the water bowl then plops both paws in and starts "digging" in the bowl. I'm not quite sure if he is expecting more water to magically appear through the bottom of the bowl, or is this his way of trying to tell me something?"More H2O Mom!"Either way - very cute....have bowl, will travel!

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Here is my little friend... the "Lady" next door!A little beagle mix pup that has been hanging around our house the last several months. I call her "Lady", but i'm uncertain of her name. The poor little dear has lost an eye and is very sensitive if you try and pat her on her head... no doubt because of the trauma that resulted in her eye injury. She lives down the road, but almost every day the

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Although a decision could not be made when I first met the litter, it only took a few days until I returned .... I knew I wanted a boy. There is something a little easier about the whole spay / neuter process with having a boy... sorry guys... but its the truth. Not only easier for the pup, but on the pocket book too... I know... if you have to worry about vet bills you should not be getting a

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