<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:42:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Flower of My Heart:  Poetry by Candy Vaughnn</title><description/><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-3237833396694056159</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T07:41:14.242-07:00</atom:updated><title>What Condiment Are You?</title><description>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Ketchup&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/ketchup.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are easy going and very measured in your approach to life.           &lt;br /&gt;Popular and well liked, you get along with everyone.             &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, everyone loves you!            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Your taste tends to be pretty mainstream American.            &lt;br /&gt;You go for the classic favorites: burgers, fries, and apple pie.            &lt;br /&gt;You get along best with mustard and mayonnaise personalities. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Condiment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2008/07/what-condiment-are-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-49078708318342365</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T07:41:42.502-07:00</atom:updated><title>What Season Are You?</title><description>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Spring&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/spring.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Optimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world...            &lt;br /&gt;You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring.             &lt;br /&gt;Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2008/07/you-belong-in-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-903448466854401106</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T07:41:54.081-07:00</atom:updated><title>Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?</title><description>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.            &lt;br /&gt;You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.             &lt;br /&gt;Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.             &lt;br /&gt;You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.             &lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2008/07/you-follow-your-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-4974883651447042737</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T07:42:17.952-07:00</atom:updated><title>What Color Should Your Toenails Be?</title><description>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Toes Should Be Red&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorshouldyourtoenailsbequiz/red.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You pretend to be an old fashioned girly girl, but you're secretly a naughty girl deep down.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Your ideal guy: Tall, strong, and handsome - with a devilish twinkle in his eye.             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: Nice, safe men. They won't really give you what you want! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourtoenailsbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Toenails Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2008/07/your-toes-should-be-red.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-5629566929793712349</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:21:30.013-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>This Love</title><description>This love I feel is so very real. Each day my heart grows more and more. His words I long to hear. His promises I want to know. There is no greater love than this. God shows me each day, that I am His child. When I wake up each morning and see the sun smile. I can't help but say, "Lord, You're worthy to be praised. You alone are worthy. You're worthy to be praised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the crazy times, You see about me. In the sad times, You wipe my tears. In the good times, You rejoice with me. I know that You love me. This love is like no other love. For Who You are and for all You've done, You're worthy to be praised.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2007/06/this-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-904802246307582405</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:17:38.919-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Coming Home</title><description>This world is not my home.  I am not from here.  Don't always understand this place.  Sometimes I get lonely down here for my Heavenly Father.  Sometimes, I wanna scream, "Lord, come get me."  He comes and sees about me.  He strengthens and comforts me.  "So glad that You love me," is my reply.  One of these days, I will say by by.  One of these days, I'm coming home, but just not today.  I got a few more things to do down here for my Father.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2007/05/coming-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079883551043795</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:14:38.310-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>At Church</title><description>Sitting at church thinking of life's bountiful treasures. Thinking of life's endeavours. Thrying to figure out why, why things go the way they do. Here's a simple thought. "God loves me more than anyone else possibly could." God is sitting down here at church in the midst making us feel good.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/02/at-church.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079873748142361</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 22:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:14:05.641-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>God is Undoubtedly Working</title><description>God is undoubtedly working. The trees sawy in the wind, the willows can bend, birds fly south for the winter. God is working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. Spring and Winter come, cold and sunny days now. God is working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. The flowers bud with blooms, the coming Bride Groom and on that day of rapture. God will be working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. The Bible is coming true, proving to me and you, the Bible has said, time is drawing nearer. God is working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. Countries at war, peace is hard to be found here, time is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. The killing has begun. God is undoubtedly working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where will you run? God is undoubtedly working. The fire is getting hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. You don't want to rot. God is undoubtedly working. Time is drawing near.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/02/god-is-undoubtedly-working.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079871033439924</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:13:27.473-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>God's Grace</title><description>God's grace is abundant in many ways. It will never run out for days and days. God's grace is special. We should be thankful. That He cared enough to give us His love as well as His grace.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/02/gods-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079936555579787</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:12:53.036-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Together We Stand</title><description>Together we stand, dividedwe fall. A wonderful slogan for us all. We can do it. I's time to make a change. Things can be arranged. Stop the violence, the drugs, and all the crime we face. Let's lead the world to brighter days.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/03/together-we-stand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-115741630143703133</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Dec 2006 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:07:09.510-07:00</atom:updated><title>These 13 Questions</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When was the last time you cried? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday at church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever faked sick? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What was the last lie you said? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not sure, don't lie too often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever cried during a movie? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deangelowilliams.org/dwilliams/"&gt;DeAngelo Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever danced in the rain? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever been drunk? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever tried tried drugs? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you smoke? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's the farthest you've ever gone on a dare? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never been dared to do anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your full name? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy Jean Vaughnn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your blood-type? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever been in a car accident? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2006/09/these-13-questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-3711752826204224046</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.898-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Sunny Days</title><description>The sun is shining on me day by day.&lt;br /&gt;I have found a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry, no need to fear.&lt;br /&gt;Because the God I serve is always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days find me smiling wide.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles all around fill my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God who substaineth me.&lt;br /&gt;If it had not been for Him, I couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sunny days that grace my day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I found a brighter way!</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2006/11/sunny-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-9043202914460397604</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.898-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Nobody Like Jesus</title><description>Nobody like Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it time and time before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, it seems,&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning it more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once a phrase I heard mama say.&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand it more every time I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nobody like Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;He's The First and He's The Last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nobody like Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;He's knows my future, present, and past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once a phrase I heard mama say.&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand it more every time I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that Jesus loves me,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't make it without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;That I can call You Friend.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2006/10/nobody-like-jesus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-115741643884366143</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-04T17:35:43.713-07:00</atom:updated><title>Edgerrin James Is At The Game</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.edgerrinjames.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Edgerrin James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is at the FSU - UofM game.  It is so cool that former players from UofM come back and support the current players.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2006/09/edgerrin-james-is-at-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-115741427060965325</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 23:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-04T16:59:11.296-07:00</atom:updated><title>Miami vs. Florida State</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am watching the Miami - Florida State game.  This is going to be interesting.  I am not sure who I am rooting for at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is going to be a great game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2006/09/miami-vs-florida-state.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-115471158467532139</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-04T10:14:23.476-07:00</atom:updated><title>45 Random Questions</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone came up with these. I thought I would answer them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your favorite color? &lt;strong&gt;Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you like poetry? &lt;strong&gt;Yes, I write it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you take a lot of pictures? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you sentimental? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have a pen pal? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What colors are your kitchen? &lt;strong&gt;White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How often do you iron? &lt;strong&gt;When I need to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you sleep with a light on? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What temperature is too hot for you? &lt;strong&gt;95&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you get the hiccups a lot? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have painted toenails? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's your favorite dessert? &lt;strong&gt;Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How old are your children? &lt;strong&gt;Don't have any&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's the fastest speed you've ever travelled in a car? Who were you with? &lt;strong&gt;85, No one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you good to yourself? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you prefer white, whole wheat, rye, or other? &lt;strong&gt;Wheat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your family's favorite meal? &lt;strong&gt;Whatever my mother cooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About how many movies do you watch in a month? &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you always tell when someone is lying to you? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you use paper or cloth napkins? &lt;strong&gt;Paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What brand of toilet paper do you use? &lt;strong&gt;Whatever's on sale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the biggest book in your house? &lt;strong&gt;Strong's Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How much sleep do you need at night in order to feel rested in the morning? &lt;strong&gt;8 to 9 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you chew gum? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you hoard change, or do you get rid of it as soon as you can? &lt;strong&gt;Hoard it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is something you would love to learn about? &lt;strong&gt;Music production&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How often do you use hand lotion? &lt;strong&gt;All the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What color are your eyes? &lt;strong&gt;Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you change a tire by yourself? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you own a sewing machine? If yes, how often do you use it? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How often do you cook a hot breakfast? &lt;strong&gt;Mostly on the weekends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you snack at night? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever had organic ice cream? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you color your hair? If yes, how long have you been coloring it? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you use a water filtering system? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you carry in your purse? &lt;strong&gt;The normal stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What/who wakes you up in the morning? &lt;strong&gt;God and then the Alarm clock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is the furniture in your living room comfortable? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you wear makeup every day? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you like Martha Stewart? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you organized? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you own encyclopedias? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever read: The Picture of Dorian Gray? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever seen the movie? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you ever lie about your age? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2006/08/45-random-questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-115471099685271146</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-04T10:07:18.353-07:00</atom:updated><title>Just for Fun</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have an air conditioner?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many mirrors do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you sun bathe?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you swim?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What color is your vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How long has it been since you rode a bike?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many years apart are your kids from each other?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are you wearing on your feet right now?&lt;br /&gt;Air sport slides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many toilets are in your home?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2006/08/just-for-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079634162243505</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2004 22:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.899-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Love Left Her Mark</title><description>I kept hearing, "Some day your change is gonna come."&lt;br /&gt;I kept hearing, "Sometimes you got to hold on."&lt;br /&gt;I began to believe my change wasn't ever gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up and decided not to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Love came by one day.&lt;br /&gt;She whispered in my ear, "Stay strong."&lt;br /&gt;She hinted, "Help is on the way."&lt;br /&gt;She declared, "It won't be long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words rang true in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;With her words I could move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Her words gave me a new start.&lt;br /&gt;God told my feet where to head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love left her mark.&lt;br /&gt;Her words were true, telling me to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Love's word, gave me a spark.&lt;br /&gt;In waiting, God sent me a mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not expecting anything other than work.&lt;br /&gt;Surely wasn't looking for whom I found.&lt;br /&gt;I really like God's system of perks.&lt;br /&gt;God's perks can lift our heart up from the ground.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2004/02/love-left-her-mark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079473161339395</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2004 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.899-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Thank You, Love</title><description>Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving my mother a heart to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving my father a heart to feed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving my family the hearts to share with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving my friends the hearts to stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me a heart to love all those around me.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2004/02/thank-you-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079642348635356</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2004 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.899-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Life Hurts Sometimes</title><description>Lord, I am crying out to You.&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I am going through.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in pain and my soul hurts, too.&lt;br /&gt;If You don't help me, I can't make it through.&lt;br /&gt;These crazy folk done worried my nerves,&lt;br /&gt;I just need to hear from You, just one word.&lt;br /&gt;God, You are the only one who understands.&lt;br /&gt;Please guide my feet as You hold my hands.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in pain and my soul hurts, too.&lt;br /&gt;If You don't help me, I can't make it through.&lt;br /&gt;Life's up and down have gotten to me.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am crying out to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Father, please, please hear my earnest plea.&lt;br /&gt;Father, I am crying out on my bended knee.&lt;br /&gt;I need Your peace that I can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Unto Thee I have stretched my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, life hurts sometimes.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2004/01/life-hurts-sometimes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079648354724514</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2003 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.900-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>My Christmas Love</title><description>My Christmas Love isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;He's gone, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad and despondent.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no happy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about he &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;I have his present under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;Does he have a present for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have happy thoughts of him.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish him Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;He has happy thoughts of me.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hear him say, "Merry Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Carols don't sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any Christmas cheer.&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas lights don't seem the same.&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas Love isn't here.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/12/my-christmas-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079645312882295</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2003 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.900-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>I Don't Wanna See You</title><description>You keep saying,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be home for Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing,&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait to get there."&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really miss you!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see you,&lt;br /&gt;So, don't come by.&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't cry.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/12/i-dont-wanna-see-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079892235031239</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2003 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.900-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Sometimes I Feel Like a Raggedy Wash Cloth</title><description>Sometimes I feel like a raggedy wash cloth.  Because I am used as a last resort.  And I am all out of sorts.  No one calls on me until no one else comes.  Most of the time I am treated like a bum.  Sometimes I feel like a raggedy wash cloth.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/07/sometimes-i-feel-like-raggedy-wash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079653612070114</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2003 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.901-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>Undivided</title><description>Undivided I shall stand tall. Undivided one for all. Undivided forever to be.  Undivided the future I wish to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stand undivided looking towards the end. Looking for the answer, to help my fellowmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the world better for everyone. For my mother, her brother, and his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance I shall stand. Given a chance I know I can. Undivided I shall stand.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/07/undivided.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113080020897734726</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2003 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.901-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poetry</category><title>A Farewell Note to You</title><description>I have tried so hard just to let you know.  Everything I feel, but it's time I let you go.  No questions are being answered, No mysteries being solved.  I have tried over and over to get you involved.  It was but that one special moment that we deeply shared.  That made my life go beyond despair.  You gave my life hope when there was none.  You made my life's race a little easier to run.  Thank you for all that you have given me.  My life was made happier indeed.  The time has come for me to say bye.  I guess we can give someone else a try.  I hope we can still say hi when we meet.  I hope perhaps a hug when we greet.</description><link>http://candyvee.alwaysinspired.info/2003/06/farewell-note-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author></item></channel></rss>