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<title>Take Time</title>
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<description>Take time to think; it is the source of power. Take time to need; it is the foundation of wisdom Take time to play; it is the secret of staying young. Take time to be quiet; it is the opportunity to seek thy soul. Take time to be aware; it is the opportunity to help others. Take time to love and be loved; it is God&#x27;s greatest gift. Take time to laugh; it is the music of the soul. Take time to be friendly; it is the road to happiness. Take time to dream; it is what the future is made of. Take time to meditate; it is the greatest power on earth.</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 23:58 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>what happens when you fall in love with.....</title>
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<description>A chef? (You get buttered up.) A chauffeur? (You get taken for a ride.) A gambler? (He cheats on you.) A telephone operator? (He gives you a phone-y line.) A trashman? (He dumps you.) A clockmaker? (He two-times you.) A pastry cook? (He desserts you.) A shoe salesman? (He walks all over you.) An elevator operator? (He lets you down.) An artist? (He gives you the brush.) A jogger? (He gives you the run-around.) &#x26;quot;Ya&#x27;ll have a great weekend!!!&#x26;quot;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 01:32 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Love and go on..........</title>
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  &#x3C;p align=&#x22;justify&#x22;&#x3E;You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;ll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s left. Your heart can be empty because you can&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t see her or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 19:43 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>prouf to be your friend</title>
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<description>Make sure you read &#x3C;br /&#x3E;all the way down to &#x3C;br /&#x3E;the last sentence, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;and don&#x27;t skip ahead. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I&#x27;ve learned.... &#x3C;br /&#x3E;That life is like a &#x3C;br /&#x3E;roll of toilet paper. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;The closer it gets &#x3C;br /&#x3E;to the end, the &#x3C;br /&#x3E;faster it goes. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I&#x27;ve learned.... &#x3C;br /&#x3E;That we should be &#x3C;br /&#x3E;glad God doesn&#x27;t &#x3C;br /&#x3E;give us everything &#x3C;br /&#x3E;we ask for. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I&#x27;ve learned.... &#x3C;br /&#x3E;That money doesn&#x27;t &#x3C;br /&#x3E;buy class. I&#x27;ve learned...that it&#x27;s those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I&#x27;ve learned.... &#x3C;br /&#x3E;That under everyone&#x27;s &#x3C;br /&#x3E;hard shell is someone &#x3C;br /&#x3E;who wants to be &#x3C;br /&#x3E;appreciated &#x3C;br /&#x3E;and loved. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I&#x27;ve learned.... &#x3C;br /&#x3E;That the Lord didn&#x27;t &#x3C;br /&#x3E;do it all in one day &#x3C;br /&#x3E;What makes me &#x3C;br /&#x3E;think I can? &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I&#x27;ve learned.... &#x3C;br /&#x3E;That to ignore the &#x3C;br /&#x3E;facts does not &#x3C;br /&#x3E;change the facts. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I&#x27;ve learned.... &#x3C;br /&#x3E;That the less time &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I have to work, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;the more things &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I get done. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;To all of you.... Make &#x3C;br /&#x3E;sure you read all the &#x3C;br /&#x3E;way down to the &#x3C;br /&#x3E;last sentence. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;It&#x27;s National &#x3C;br /&#x3E;Friendship &#x3C;br /&#x3E;Week. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;Show your friends &#x3C;br /&#x3E;how much you care. If kisses were water, I will give u a sea. If hugs were leaves, I will give u a tree. If LIFE was a planet, I will give u a galaxy, if friendship is life I will give u mine.</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 17:45 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>A Poem</title>
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<description>THE POEM&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I knelt to pray but not for long,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I had too much to do.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I had to hurry and get to work&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;For bills would soon be due.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;And jumped up off my knees.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;My Christian duty was now done&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;My soul could rest at ease.....&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;All day long I had no time&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;To spread a word of cheer&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;No time to speak of Christ to friends,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;They&#x27;d laugh at me I&#x27;d fear.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;No time, no time, too much to do,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;That was my constant cry,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;No time to give to souls in need&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But at last the time, the time to die.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I went before the Lord,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I came, I stood with downcast eyes.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;For in his hands God! held a book;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;It was the book of life.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;God looked into his book and said,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;quot;Your name I cannot find&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I once was going to write it down...&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;center&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But never found the time&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;&#x3C;/center&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 05:01 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Those Born from 1930-1979!</title>
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<description>&#x3C;strong&#x3E;Those Born 1930-1979!&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930&#x27;s 40&#x27;s, 50&#x27;s, 60&#x27;s and 70&#x27;s !! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn&#x27;t get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants &#x26;amp; children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren&#x27;t overweight because . WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING ! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo&#x27;s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD&#x27;s, no surround-sound or CD&#x27;s, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms....... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend&#x27;s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn&#x27;t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! If YOU are one of them . . . CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn&#x27;t it?! The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: &#x26;quot;With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks,&#x26;quot;Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?&#x26;quot; </description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 17:09 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>my past life</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;em&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;book antiqua,palatino&#x22; size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E;I got a call today from a friend and she was telling that the man that I lived with before had called her job and said that she hasnt done anything for him and never worked for him just me and all of this went on when she was living with us. The manager called and I told him everything and he said that he was going to talk with them and if he finds out that she might be lieing about it he told me that she could go to jail for fraud I dont want her to go there because she didnt fraud the Federal Courts. I think he is doing this because I left him with nothing now&#x26;nbsp; Im not going to let him mess with me are my feelings anymore I have a dam good man now and we are in love too.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/em&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 01:24 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>A very good day</title>
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<description>&#x3C;strong&#x3E;&#x3C;em&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;Book Antiqua&#x22;&#x3E;As everyone know that I havent been on in a long time.&#x26;nbsp; My son have gotten a settlement and we left and bought us a honme and paid for if and now we are living in a big beautiful Mobile home that is all ours we have fixed it up the way we wanted it and I love it.&#x26;nbsp; I have a wonderful man that I love and I think my life is complete. We are more calmerand my son has went on a diet that he is doing very good with he has alot more energyand he isnt wanting to sleep all the time. and it makes me feel very proud of my son that he has grown up alot in a month.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/em&#x3E;&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 22:39 EDT</pubDate>
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