<?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-5266935567264619245</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:01:21.267-07:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>What Life Is This?</title><subtitle type='html'>The Extremes Of My Life....
From the enlightened and spiritual, to the very
dark and depressing,...and the sometimes nearly
Borderline Insane?...Interested?...
You Decide......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-7315209460250513371</id><published>2008-12-08T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:04:53.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think perhaps,..... the time has come.  Time to pursue the other side of myself, the part that has laid dormant, for far too long...... What do I have to lose?...."Nothing".... What do I have to gain?....Perhaps, "Nothing"... At this stage in the game, I can't say that I really care....Yes, well, there is a part of me still clinging to old thought patterns... But, I will have that under control soon enough... Life is, what it is... What may be good for the Goose, does not always stand true for the Gander... See it as you will, ultimately, we must all walk our own paths, to whatever ends...Enough for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-7315209460250513371?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7315209460250513371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=7315209460250513371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7315209460250513371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7315209460250513371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/12/other-side.html' title='The Other Side...'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-882081563226012655</id><published>2008-12-07T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:05:31.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming To Conclusions.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have been on enough soul searching trips in this life, to fill perhaps 2 lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It would seem , I know myself very well, although I no not yet, what driving force is behind me, regardless of my decisions, and actions..I mean, I may have an inkling as to the origins, but not to the extent I feel I should..Be that as it may, I know myself quite well...I live one moment, one hour, one day at a time... The future holds no weight in my thinking, for i simply cannot see it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am not near sighted, as is the mouse.. Trust me, I see much!..More than I should I think, but nevertheless, I see... I'm not going to go into the details of all I know about myself, but, I will say this much.. From this path, there is no turning back, upon this path, there is no stalling, or stumbling, or stagnancy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is a path not easily tread.. I will not, cannot, look back, I will not, cannot get caught up in an impossible situation, that has not the potential to grow beyond it's current capacity... This path I am on, is a for me alone... I cannot afford to, and refuse to allow my emotions rule the outcome of this journey I have found myself suddenly upon... Life is and shall always be, for me, "What It Is".. With all that this has, and shall ever encompass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-882081563226012655?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/882081563226012655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=882081563226012655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/882081563226012655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/882081563226012655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-to-conclusions.html' title='Coming To Conclusions.....'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-3309547326860963040</id><published>2008-11-27T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:31:54.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How do you measure the pains of this world, and what is considered too heavy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Death?, rejection?, disappointment?, trials, tribulations, fear?  The list goes on and on!  Are we all not just Dancers in this Spiral of Life?  Up, down, side to side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the Four Directions are to be respected, no matter in which direction you find yourself....  Mother Earth forever pulling us downward,  Father in Heaven Eternally pulling us upward, and all that lies in between pulling us apart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-3309547326860963040?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/3309547326860963040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=3309547326860963040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/3309547326860963040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/3309547326860963040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/11/pondering.html' title='Pondering...'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-121113622850331498</id><published>2008-10-30T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:56:13.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revolving Door ((o))</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life,..... My life, in a word, is akin to The Revolving Door at the airport. Forever going round, never stopping for any length of time. However, this time recently passed, the door remained still, to the sum of six long years. Well, six years may not seem very lengthy to some, but for me, it was a lifetime. Full of foothills, mountains, deep ravines, and canyons. .....Don't get me wrong, there were many moments that seemed like bliss,....but then, they were always overshadowed, or torn apart by some damnable circumstance. I am in no way naive, I fully understand that life in and of itself is ever changing, for better or for worse. They say: "It is not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game".....Try asking a dozen or more people, their definitions of pain or unbearable; then,..Ask those same people their definitions of happiness or contentment. My guess is that you would find some very different responses, and yet, some very similar ones. The revolving door of life includes all of the above, some more than the others; be it more pain, or be it more contentment. However, at this moment, I find myself once again examining my door, that has slowly but surely began its movement once again. So many times I have had to raise an eyebrow at myself..... Why?...Well, because there is perhaps one thing I don't fully understand about myself.... How can I have such a great Love and Desire for all things of a Spiritual nature, and then at the same time,..analyze everything and everyone to an almost obsessive degree.... How do the two co-exist? I have no answer, I only know that this is who I am, and it's quite possibly a good portion of my emotional troubles..... So complicated...Or so it seems to me. Now, back to "My Revolving Door", one very slow revolution at a time, one &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; long and anxiety filled day at a time. Anxiety over what exactly?... Change?,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Removing the safety net?...Yes well, a safety net full of holes, fear of failing, fear of being alone, fear of the next challenge,...the next mountain?... Will it save me, or destroy me?...Fear of age, although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I feel quite ancient on the inside, does not however, make me in the least bit comfortable aging on the outside, but, I'm not going there at this time, I'll store that one.... So many doubts, too many fears...I must seem pathetic, but to me, it feels more like being on a roller coaster, without knowing it's just a ride, and your not going to fall to your death (defeat) at every turn and roll. And now it seems the Revolving Door is picking up it's pace. Do I throw my suitcase into the opening and stop it short, or do I step through for a glimpse of what lies beyond?... Can I do it?... Will I do it?.... Should I do it?..... Stay or go, who am I hurting more?... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whom&lt;/span&gt; am I hurting more if I go?.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whom&lt;/span&gt; am I hurting more if I stay...I am factoring myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; these equations as well... On the other hand, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whom&lt;/span&gt; am I helping?... Myself?.. Anyone?.. And so it goes, as it has gone, analyzing what I can never fully answer, and waiting, and praying, and hoping my spirit will not allow my mind to lead me astray,...whichever path I set myself upon.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-121113622850331498?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/121113622850331498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=121113622850331498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/121113622850331498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/121113622850331498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/revolving-door-o.html' title='The Revolving Door ((o))'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-7063481308452379692</id><published>2008-10-22T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:02:34.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GEES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you ever just feel like crying? However, at the same time you refuse to just let it all out..... Afraid that if you do, your going shatter into a million pieces, that can never be glued back together. Or how about this one, you want so badly to scream, even feel like pulling your hair out!....But then, you'd only look funny with clumps of hair missing from your head....Seriously though, so many days I would really like to just tell myself to get a grip..Really!...And to be completely honest, I should,...Yeah, right, that's gonna work....I'm sorry I just really feel like shit right now....What else is new right?...I even get sick of hearing myself complain....If I wouldn't end up as some bears lunch, I'd go up into the mountains, and not come down until I had my head on straight...I think my main problem is possibly a lack of support. I mean I know it isn't the job of everyone else to keep me uplifted and positive every day...But it would be nice if someone could see things through my eyes, understand, and be supportive, without criticism or judgement..I think the hardest part, is simply that I feel so alone..In my thoughts, inside myself, and in this life in general..whats the @##$%&amp;amp;% answer?...Do you know?... Does anyone really know?.. After all we live within our own worlds and realities, don't we?...Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sounding off again, don't mind me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ronnie&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/5266935567264619245-7063481308452379692?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7063481308452379692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=7063481308452379692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7063481308452379692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7063481308452379692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/gees.html' title='GEES!'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-6507252475551530047</id><published>2008-10-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:02:19.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As My Title Say's</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What life is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It feels as though I have lived so many, just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;within this life alone. And now...It would seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that I am embarking on yet another life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What will this one be like?... Fun, exciting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fulfilling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who can say.... My spirit feels like...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;how do i explain it......., oh yes..., like falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;backwards and trusting the person behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to catch you, but at the same time, your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;is racing, your mind is reeling, and your just a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;little scared....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many things to ponder, so many questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but as with all journeys, you cannot know the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;end until you reach it........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&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/5266935567264619245-6507252475551530047?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6507252475551530047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=6507252475551530047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/6507252475551530047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/6507252475551530047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-my-title-says.html' title='As My Title Say&apos;s'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-70597331595428602</id><published>2008-10-16T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:51:02.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Profoundly Native</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wrote this poem many years ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was written with love, and respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;for my ancestors.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Timeless beauty, uniquely red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ageless wonder, by great ones led&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pride and honor, so profound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Strength and courage, of a people unbound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love so great, and weakness small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A world of children, stand so tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hearts and souls, together walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A time for council, prayers and talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Their spirits dance upon the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A nation so great, no mass can bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The bond of Great Father, and of child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A nation free,  Not savagely wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-70597331595428602?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/70597331595428602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=70597331595428602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/70597331595428602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/70597331595428602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/profoundly-native.html' title='Profoundly Native'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-7855487165043110107</id><published>2008-10-15T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:41:50.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Compatable</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How do you truly know whether or not you are compatible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;with another person...Well, in my opinion.. You should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;reveal to that person, the most important thing that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;care about..And, if that person cannot agree, understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;or at least be supportive of this, then I believe, that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;may indeed be fighting a losing battle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-7855487165043110107?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7855487165043110107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=7855487165043110107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7855487165043110107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7855487165043110107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/truly-compatable.html' title='Truly Compatable'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-6448239368322247643</id><published>2008-10-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:43:24.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I feel is undeniable....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;In my own experience I have found, that, what goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;around, indeed comes back around....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-6448239368322247643?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6448239368322247643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=6448239368322247643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/6448239368322247643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/6448239368322247643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-i-feel-is-undeniable.html' title='This I feel is undeniable....'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-2525742533949255753</id><published>2008-10-09T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:10:13.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Unexpected thoughts crawl around unchecked inside my mind... What is that? And where did it come from? All alone, I let my mind go where it will, then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;my conscience gets the better of me...I want to shut it off, then, I really don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know I'm not making sense right now, except to me...I can't divulge these thoughts..These are for me alone,...sort of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ronnie Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-2525742533949255753?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/2525742533949255753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=2525742533949255753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/2525742533949255753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/2525742533949255753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/unexpected.html' title='The Unexpected...'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-2731619628709714154</id><published>2008-10-06T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:33:07.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am conflicted, and confused. I feel such hope and despair simultaneously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I care so deeply, that it makes me want so badly, not to care. To just lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;myself to the material world. Why?...Because the spiritual part of myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;is never able to remain within me long enough to heal and overcome, for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;all time. I am at yet another crossroad or great presapess, but then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am not... For I can control nothing for any length of time, as to overcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;or remain in a state of spiritual peace. It angers and distresses me, that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;world may be embarking on a new and wondrous age of spiritual awakening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and enlightenment, but I will still be the same, with my ever changing moods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;up and down, enlightened then in darkness. Unable to help myself, unable to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;follow my abilities to help others. I am sorry for myself, yes... and I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;for those I may hurt, and for those I may never be able to help. I continue to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;pray for deliverance from my conflicted and tortured mind and spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-2731619628709714154?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/2731619628709714154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=2731619628709714154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/2731619628709714154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/2731619628709714154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/battle-within.html' title='The Battle Within...'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-8313044728965927822</id><published>2008-10-06T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:17:58.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Few Quick Notes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you, like myself, suffer from emotional problems, and if you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;any form of spiritual beliefs. I personally have found a few ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to find "Moments" of relief...These are a few of those ways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I try to read as many spiritually related books that I can find, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;buy, letting my inner self guide me to what speaks to me the strongest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Such as, The Bible, The Book of Mormon, Meditation, Psychic Abilities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Buddhism, Hinduism, Wicca, etc.... What ever raises my personal spiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;energy to good feelings, or higher feelings.  Also I find and feel great comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;at times reading/and or watching people tell their story's of  "Near Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Experiences". You can read many at &lt;a href="http://www.near_death.com/"&gt;www.near_death.com&lt;/a&gt; , or watch several&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on www. YouTube.com  by typing in the search bar at the youtube site.." Near Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Experience".  I have a few for viewing on my wiki-zine, which you can find the link to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on this page,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;called Psychology or Paranormal. For others, going to a church or watching movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;with uplifting content can also help give you a little peace in times of darkness. Even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when I feel my worst, and even if it's only for a short time, I feel that any amount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;of relief is worth it, no matter how short lived....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Good Luck, And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-8313044728965927822?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/8313044728965927822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=8313044728965927822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/8313044728965927822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/8313044728965927822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-few-quick-notes.html' title='Just A Few Quick Notes...'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-4290050827711144377</id><published>2008-09-26T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:53:49.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say , Blahhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I,m going through a cycle right now. One of&lt;br /&gt;those I just can't seem to stop. It's like trying&lt;br /&gt;to halt a hurricane. (You just can't!!!) These&lt;br /&gt;moods and modes have been going on for so long&lt;br /&gt;now, that I can pretty much label them, and am&lt;br /&gt;quite helpless to change. No amount of talking&lt;br /&gt;or medication is going to make a difference. I&lt;br /&gt;just have to ride it out, and hope that others&lt;br /&gt;will try, at least a little to understand, or at&lt;br /&gt;the very least, not to take it personally. This&lt;br /&gt;"mode" is like being semi-paralyzed to a degree.&lt;br /&gt;Where I cannot persuade, or otherwise motivate&lt;br /&gt;myself into any action that I don't feel (for lack&lt;br /&gt;of a better phrase) up to doing. Rather it be&lt;br /&gt;cleaning my home, or dishes, to socializing, to running&lt;br /&gt;errands, or to even getting out of bed and away&lt;br /&gt;from my computer. It is a form of depression, to&lt;br /&gt;which I am acquainted with most all forms that&lt;br /&gt;depression can take on. A stagnant one for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Not sadness so much as, just inability to cope with&lt;br /&gt;any more stress, and a with drawl from everything and&lt;br /&gt;everyone until I feel stronger type situation. I just know&lt;br /&gt;that I cannot handle any negative feedback at this time&lt;br /&gt;from anyone, because my irritability is also teetering&lt;br /&gt;toward the high end. Anyway, enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-4290050827711144377?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/4290050827711144377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=4290050827711144377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/4290050827711144377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/4290050827711144377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-say-blahhh.html' title='Can you say , Blahhh....'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-2964745399348723945</id><published>2008-09-21T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:43:26.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just posing questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Can you see the duality within yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If so, can you see what side is pervasive at this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;moment in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What are your dualities? Are they few, or are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they numerous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have you ever looked into your own eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and been a little uncomfortable with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;image or eyes staring back at you?...(if so,.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that ones a little creepy, huh?...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ronnie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-2964745399348723945?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/2964745399348723945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=2964745399348723945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/2964745399348723945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/2964745399348723945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-posing-questions.html' title='Just posing questions...'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-853624939721609981</id><published>2008-09-20T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:54:14.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh.....Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A sigh of relief....At last, a good day, a memorable day. N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o dark shadows lingering about the recesses of my mind.  A trip alongside emerald rivers, and Mountains that lift your spirit as high as their peaks.  Meaningful conversations, and entirely too much yummy chinese buffet.  I am thankful for this day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-853624939721609981?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/853624939721609981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=853624939721609981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/853624939721609981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/853624939721609981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhhfinally.html' title='Ahhh.....Finally!'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-116326825553765902</id><published>2008-09-18T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:20:00.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so I'm a little buzzed... so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Who's going to read this anyway? I'm tired of this life..I want a new one! I want romance, adventure, shopping sprees, lots and lots of yummy you know whats'. I feel so trapped..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I Truly Love my Husband, above all things!, but he just isn't the man I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; married anymore, and I know, that he will never be that man again.. I know it's my fault for leaving him so long ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just want to run away, far, far away.. If only I could find the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ronnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-116326825553765902?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/116326825553765902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=116326825553765902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/116326825553765902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/116326825553765902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-so-im-little-buzzed-so-what.html' title='Ok, so I&apos;m a little buzzed... so what?'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-7958032698907368370</id><published>2008-09-18T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:07:17.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixing The Problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;We have to fix the problem, "He S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;ays".....Really! I don't see how a person can fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;33 years of broken trust, a complete lack of security, and a husband who has only given a shit when it suits him, and deserts you when it doesn't... At least for the last 6 years anyway... There are no fixs' , just as there are no get rich quick shcemes that are worth anything. Sure, I suppose you can continue bouncing back forever, if you have a heart of ice, or some really good drugs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I had both escapes a long time ago... But now, parden my language, but I am so fucking tired of starting over, and over, and over..............Whats the point in even talking about it? you can't really understand anothers pain, the way they experience it unless you have lived their life or something akin to it...I am tired of venting for the moment.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-7958032698907368370?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7958032698907368370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=7958032698907368370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7958032698907368370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7958032698907368370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/fixing-problem.html' title='Fixing The Problem?'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5266935567264619245.post-7781341271813760015</id><published>2008-09-15T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:37:41.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain...Tired..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#6600cc"&gt;I get so damned tired of lies and mind trips!  I see so much in this life,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#6600cc"&gt;so much of what lies just beneath the surface, so many facades. People living in denial. Why? can't some just face their darkness for what it is. I see my true self so clearly, yet... sometimes clarity is a scary thing. What I see in others, especially their lies, and their refusal to take responsibility for their words or actions, makes me all the more sick and tired.....too much so. How can you fix, what you can't even see is broken. How do you glue back together what is so shattered as to leave you screaming at the enormity of the task. I am the one screaming, down deep in the depths of my darkest moments.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5266935567264619245-7781341271813760015?l=ronniesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7781341271813760015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5266935567264619245&amp;postID=7781341271813760015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7781341271813760015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5266935567264619245/posts/default/7781341271813760015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronniesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-plaintired.html' title='Just plain...Tired..........'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09753976294181853347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btKzsmslxHk/SM7bQvzbawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FUZE0UKy_A/S220/copy2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
