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<title>a little holiday cheer stolen from him....</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=612983</link>
<description>this is about a minute long...if laughter is the best medicine, this could potentially cure cancer...watch all the way to the end....</description>
<dc:date>2008-12-25</dc:date>
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<title>&quot;see you on the flip side...&quot;</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=612035</link>
<description>reasons to be thankful this december:magnetic poetryginger-smelling girly productsan impromptu road trip that includes both sides of the familya husband that cooksclean pillowcasesa fascinating jobthe pile of clean laundry being bigger than the pile of dirty laundrypenguinsfriends that make me laughfriends that act like penguins which makes me laughfriends that play eggnog fairyabsorbing and challenging reading materialnot living in the snowy tundra currently known as any state north of georgiathe grace of Godthe love of Jesusthe comfort of the Holy Spiritthe endless potential of this upcoming year for joythe infinitely expanding circle of my connection to the universe on a subquantum levelcomfy shoes</description>
<dc:date>2008-12-23</dc:date>
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<title>&quot;a ginger sunset is my caress...&quot;</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=608633</link>
<description>even after living in Florida for eight years it's still strange not having to scrape drifts of &quot;albino brain chiggers&quot; off my windshield before driving anywhere in december....my obsession with all things ginger is starting to get out of control...especially now that Origins has augmented their ginger collection....*ecstatic shudder*....so....dangerous...a friend of mine discovered the Starbucks brand Gingerbread Latte Truffles and got me a box on the occasion of my inching even closer to thirty (sigh...) ....can i just say...wow....particularly because i am a food texture freak, and even my wild love affair with ginger does not extend to enjoying little pieces of ginger-flavored crunchy nast in ANYthing that is supposed to be smooth or creamy....nope....penijean not a happy camper when she is squishing creamy anything between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and she incurs an injury or induces a chokefest due to stale imitation &quot;accent crumbs&quot;....it is ...</description>
<dc:date>2008-12-12</dc:date>
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<title>driving till the white lines fade...</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=607107</link>
<description>step one you say we need to talkhe walks you say sit down it's just a talkhe smiles politely back at youyou stare politely right on throughsome sort of window to your rightas he goes left and you stay rightbetween the lines of fear and blameyou begin to wonder why you camewhere did i go wrong, i lost a friendsomewhere along in the bitternessand i would have stayed up with you all nighthad i known how to save a lifelet him know that you know bestcause after all you do know besttry to slip past his defensewithout granting innocencelay down a list of what is wrongthe things you've told him all alongand pray to God he hears youand pray to God he hears youas he begins to raise his voiceyou lower yours and grant him one last choicedrive until you lose the roador break with the ones you've followedhe will do one of two thingshe will admit to everythingor he'll say he's just not the sameand you'll begin to wonder why you came</description>
<dc:date>2008-12-08</dc:date>
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<title>from gravel to glory</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=604033</link>
<description>i love the way the holiday season tastes.gingerbread.pumpkin spice.eggnog.gingerbread pumpkin spice eggnog.mmmmmmm....it is interesting to me that i observed a great many posts complaining about the high price of gas over the summer and early fall, and so fewer posts in recent weeks expressing gratitude that the price dropped drastically.  it puts me in mind of one of my favorite quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson (who has, by the way, the COOLEST gravestone ever):“The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people”my friend, Gina, just recently published a book titled, From Gravel to Glory.not only does she use this very Emerson quote in her book, demonstrating clear literary taste (*grin*), but she taps a variety of classic and modern resources to help communicate her message, which consists of:when we are struggling spiritually and ...</description>
<dc:date>2008-11-28</dc:date>
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<title>tell me the stars are made of tin...and that they're banging on the roof...</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=586317</link>
<description>i have been on the road more than usual recently....i have been in cleveland this past week and look forward to getting home tomorrow night.however... in the interim....any of you that have the time to go and leave an encouraging comment on my husband's blog, please do so...he had a rough experience last night at work.a man with a gun came into the store where he works and tried to rob the safe.  he held the gun to brian's head to ensure his cooperation, shot it into the air multiple times, tried to rob the register by shooting it, and settled for robbing the employees after threatening everyone's life because no one could open the safe.to his credit, considering he was the one being directly threatened the majority of the time, brian stayed calm, cooperative, and even managed to trigger the store security alarm without the guy noticing.ultimately, the perpetrator only shot up property, not people, but he managed to evade the police, running out the back door as they were...</description>
<dc:date>2008-10-11</dc:date>
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<title>super eight</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=580170</link>
<description>i can't stand hairspray.   at all.i have double jointed elbows and a double jointed pinky finger.i am addicted to honey sticks. i have insanely weird looking cowlicks.i have a love-hate relationship with formal education.i have an even more complicated relationship with make up.i associate people with particular color combinations.i believe in the emotional maturation process from self-absorbed idiot to reasonably considerate and self-aware individual.</description>
<dc:date>2008-09-26</dc:date>
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<title>for macy</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=577598</link>
<description>you filled a brief spacewith pink and white joyoverloading mommy’s heartand lining her dreams with sparkling baby dustwhen she looked in daddy’s eyes and saw you on the waywe all wanted to meet youand made plans to love the way you grinned at usbut God said gently,her feet are too fragile to dance on this rough earthso her visit will be shorterthan you expectedand we were surprisedhow heavy it wasto hold nothingon your way upyou turned and looked back at usred hair brilliant in the lightand asked God,what will they do without me?and God replied,they will learn to trust mewith their most precious treasureand I will bless them more than they can imagine in these dark moments for in this valley of shadowthey are drawn closer to Meand share My heartin a way that those who have not grieved for a childdo not know Meso you placed your hand in Hisand went to dance and laughand wait a brief spacein the garden of joyand peek-a-boolined with the dre...</description>
<dc:date>2008-09-19</dc:date>
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<title>my heart broke this morning.please pray for lauren and matt.please pray a lot.</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=577409</link>
<description>my heart broke this morning.please pray for lauren and matt.please pray a lot.</description>
<dc:date>2008-09-19</dc:date>
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<title>&quot;I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world”.</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/fullofgrace?l=5&amp;entryID=575094</link>
<description>i was discussing my theories on relational hydraulics with a friend and he sent me this picture to illustrate his take on the topic... it is easy for us to forget that there are a few fundamental differences in how men and women approach a relationship when we are in the midst of attempting to actually navigate said relationship.when we talk abstractly, it seems very simple to throw around terms and concepts that are applicable to developing healthy interactions, such as &quot;empathy&quot;, &quot;patience&quot;, &quot;active listening&quot; and &quot;not throwing televisions at each other&quot;, but when we are experiencing emotional distress in realtime, it becomes seemingly impossible to even retain these ideas, much less actually implement them.i would like to suggest something.an experiment, if you will.learning theory succinctly stated consists of &quot;repetition, repetition, and reinforce with chocola- i mean, more repetition&quot;.  if we want...</description>
<dc:date>2008-09-13</dc:date>
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