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	<title>Mahutaville &#187; 2005 &#187; May</title>
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		<title>Struggling on the path&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2005 22:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My life an essay. Atonement: Problems and complications.  A Blogg. I panhandle through life expecting it all to fall into specific patterns of play. No disorder, this is the way it is and no more, no less. My life has taken quite a few twists and turns over the past few months, I&#8217;ve struggled, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My life an essay.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Atonement: Problems and complications. </span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A Blogg.</span><br /> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">panhandle through life</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">e</span></span>xpecting it all to fall into specific patterns of play. No disorder, this is the way it is and no more, no less. My life has taken quite a few twists and turns over the past few months, I&#8217;ve struggled, gained, lossed and tried to pick up on meaning somewhere inbetween but, it seems though as life is like a race,<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" > I feel I have jumped off-track and have lost sight of the prize.</span> I think we all do it some of the time and it takes something to put us back on; be it God, our family or friends. Although I know that God will pull me through and set me back on the straight and narrow, it&#8217;s just a matter of when the stubborness of my flesh will say &#8220;It is finished&#8221;. I think that goes for all of us, we sit and wallow in our own mire and say where is God now? <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >How come bad things happen to me I am a good person? </span>I feel we as humans loose sight that we have a direct contact with our Creator and as He promised <a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=65&#038;chapter=13&amp;verse=5&#038;version=50&amp;context=verse"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">&#8220;I will never leave you nor forsake you.&#8221;-Hebrews 13:5</span>.</a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">  </span>There are many times in my life when I have felt all alone, that I had lost the race and lost track of myself but, <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I </span>take heart, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I</span> look up and see. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >I</span> am not alone.</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Final summation:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">&#8220;Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.&#8221;</span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&#038;chapter=11&amp;verse=29&#038;end_verse=31&amp;version=50&#038;context=context"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-<span style="font-style: italic;">Matthew</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">11:29-31</span></a></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Atonement: Paid.</span></p>
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		<title>Afterthoughts on a job well done&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The wedding.I know everyone says &#8220;that was a great wedding.&#8221; or &#8220;everyone was crying.&#8221; but, man alive. I have to say it too. Jay and Sarah had one of the most, intimate and glorious service and after party that I&#8217;ve ever seen&#8230;However there was some comic relief in the service via the groomsmen. When it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">The wedding.</span></strong><br />I know everyone says &#8220;that was a great wedding.&#8221; or &#8220;everyone was crying.&#8221; but, man alive. I have to say it too. Jay and Sarah had one of the most, intimate and glorious service and after party that I&#8217;ve ever seen&#8230;However there was some comic relief in the service via the groomsmen. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">When it was time for Jay to get the ring from the best man (me) I started to reach into my pockets and saw no ring.</span> I leaned over to Father Franny, he searched and turned to Nate, Nate turned to John and he turned to Evan and he did the same. The look on Sarah&#8217;s face was one of shock and horror but, I was just joshing him and I handed Jay the ring. Everyone laughed and cried. It was glorious.</p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Toasts, Dancing and merriments.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em>J</em></strong></span>ay requested that I would do <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em>two traditional Japanese blessings</em></span> (toasts) &#8220;Banzai&#8221; blessings if you will. The crowd gave me a funny look but, Jay and the immediate friends on the in all gave a shout and a toast. Evan and Jay had a dance off on the floor, Jay pulled some sweet stuff but, was pwned by Evan whipping out the robot. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"><em>I</em></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"> was even out there dancing, fast and slow, swing to disco, word biach. </span></strong></p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em>E</em></strong></span>van and I took Jay and Sarah to the airport at 7:00am this morning to Burlington, VT. We were &#8220;Randomly&#8221; selected on the ferry over to VT to be searched. I rolled down the window as the woman took my ticket and asked to look in the trunk. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>I looked at the woman and casually replied &#8220;I only have <span style="color:#ff0000;">seven kilo&#8217;s</span> of <span style="color:#ff0000;">coke</span> in the trunk.&#8221; </strong></span>the woman gave me a look and opened the trunk. The woman saw that the trunk was full of luggage and just shut the lid and handed me back my keys; I turned to the woman and with a huge grin said &#8220;You didn&#8217;t even look did you, I have seven kilo&#8217;s of coke in the back. I got away, I got away.&#8221; Good times.</p>
<p>Remember to check out <a href="http://www.lifeandtime.gloryfish/org">Life and Times of Gloryfish </a>in a week for some good stories and delightful anecdotes.</p>
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		<title>Stress and the art of not killing the bride&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2005 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;That and other things are the role of a best man. Tommorow my Heterolifemate and webmaster Jay Roberts will be getting married&#8230;Lucky Dog he is.
Updates will be coming soon and you can check out The Life and Times of Gloryfish later on next week to hear all about Jay&#8217;s sexcapades of his honeymoon.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >&#8230;That and other things are the role of a best man. </span>Tommorow my Heterolifemate and webmaster Jay Roberts will be getting married&#8230;Lucky Dog he is.</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >U</span>pdates will be coming soon and you can check out <a href="http://www.lifeandtimes.gloryfish.org">The Life and Times of Gloryfish</a> later on next week to hear all about Jay&#8217;s sexcapades of his honeymoon.</p>
<p><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Keep it cool at all temperatures.</span></p>
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