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 <title>Larrissa close up</title>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 21:30:28 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Larrissa as a policewoman</title>
 <link>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=15</link>
<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://cyberfoo.com/media/1/20080121-cops 002e.jpg">Larrissa as a policewoman</a>]]></description>
 <category>General</category>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 21:28:13 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Ken taking a photo of Ken</title>
 <link>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=14</link>
<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://cyberfoo.com/media/1/20080106-20071224-DSC_0003_resize_resize_resize.jpg">Ken and his Nikon camera</a>]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 6 Jan 2008 21:34:48 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Graphics Designs</title>
 <link>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=11</link>
<description><![CDATA[<div class="leftbox"><a href="http://cyberfoo.com/media/1/20070308-gumdrop soldier 001s.png">Graphic Design Character</a></div>Many people enjoy creating characters.  Graphics design are currently used in many application including web design, blogs, and publications. <div class="rightbox"><a href="http://cyberfoo.com/media/1/20070308-Leroy 01s.png">Graphic Design Character</a></div>]]></description>
 <category>General</category>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 8 Mar 2007 19:06:31 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Sunday</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Me remembering<br />
<br />
When I was just a lad back in the day, I would look forward to Sundays.  Growing up in back woods of Minnesota, we were miles from any of our neighbors and 20 miles from the nearest town.  We would get up, mom would make us a great big family breakfast, the kids would run out and do their chores, milking the cows, feeding the chickens, combing the horses, slopping the pigs, feeding the oh so many cats and dogs we had around the farm.<br />
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By 9am we were all cleaned up and off to church we would go, to have our souls saved once again by either my uncle or by the Pastor who lived in the cottage behind the church.  In the summer we would ride horses to church, but only if it wasnt raining.  Otherwise we would cram all 9 of us into the Ford F150 and bounce down the dirt road filled with ruts from people driving on the clay in the rain.<br />
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The church I went to believed in feed the congregation as well as feeding the soul, the kitchen in the basement was always alive and the smells waffed through the church as an adult you listened the the words that would take you through the next week, or as a child you sat quietly downstairs and listened to story's of David and Golith, all the time smelling those wonderful breads, pastries and side of beaf cooking so close.<br />
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A picnic style lunch in the open lawn with picnic table my family made for the church was always a wonderful time for us to talk to the neightbors, cousins, friends and family alike.  A rousing game of basketball in the rainy days or a fun game of softball filled the afternoon.  <br />
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Mom and Dad would take us into town for 3 things on sunday.  Everyone loved the stop at the Dairy Queen for an ice cream or maybe a banana split.  A quick stop to the store for supplies for the week and the one thing I always loved the most!<br />
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The Sunday News Paper!  Since I was old enough to read, I fell inlove with the sunday funnies.  I can remember sitting in the back of the pickup reading the paper to my brothers and sisters on the way home.  Us laughing so much and if it was a really good one, reading it over and over until our sides ached.  <br />
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I collected those funnies for my special surprise for folks.  At first they didnt get it, but Ive been told now that they miss it.  I would take this precious memories and use them to wrap the hand made presents we gave out for birthdays, aniveraries and christmas.  I would pick out a special one for each person.  Each funny would fit the person or the situation as needed and would bring a smile or laugh to the special day.<br />
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We were never rich with money, but we were never poor for laughter, kindness and caring.  A hug ment so much, a pat on the back for a good days work went along way.  When someone said they knew you, they did.  I miss those days and in a way they carry through with me today.  I still read the funnies or tell people when they leave, "see ya in the funny pages"  A time when we would get together for laughter and enjoy each others company.<br />
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I hope this rememberance brings you a smile and reminds you of a time when things were simple yet nice.  Have a great sunday, HUGS to you and your families.<br />
<br />
Ken N.<br />
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 <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 11:34:41 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Friends</title>
 <link>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=9</link>
<description><![CDATA[Distance seems to be getting smaller in the world, we can talk to people from anywhere in the world anytime we want.  We can share idea's and knowledge with friends no matter how close or how far they are from us.<br />
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I have friends who have never met me, people who I can tell anything and everything.  It seems strange that people can become so close and yet have never met.<br />
<br />
One of the people ive gotten to know well, can kick my ass, make me laugh, tell me im not doing things well and yet, she will always be my best friend.  I know she will be straight with me no matter how moody I get.<br />
<br />
I like people who tell me how it is.  These are my good friends.  People who hide things from me or think that im not strong enough to hear the truth are not my true friends.  Friends help each other grow and as long as I have friends who help me grow, I will help them grow too.  It goes both ways.<br />
<br />
Here is to the friends we love:<br />
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<a href="http://cyberfoo.com/media/1/20060612-roses.jpg">Rose for friends</a>]]></description>
 <category>General</category>
<comments>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=9</comments>
 <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jun 2006 20:06:46 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Are you on my Map? Am I on your Map?</title>
 <link>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=8</link>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 7 Jun 2006 19:52:55 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Truths</title>
 <link>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=7</link>
<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center"><a href="http://cyberfoo.com/media/1/20060518-kitty.jpg">Friends</a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center">That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change. <br />
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That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. <br />
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That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. <br />
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That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. <br />
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That it's taking me a longtime to become the person I want to be. <br />
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That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. <br />
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That you can keep going long after you can't. <br />
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That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. <br />
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That either you control your attitude or it controls you. <br />
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That regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place. <br />
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That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. <br />
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That money is a lousy way of keeping score. <br />
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That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. <br />
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That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up. <br />
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That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. <br />
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That just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. <br />
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That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated. <br />
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That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. <br />
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That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. <br />
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That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. <br />
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That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do. <br />
<br />
That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever. <br />
<br />
That two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. <br />
<br />
That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. <br />
<br />
That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. <br />
<br />
Those credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. <br />
<br />
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon. </div><br />
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 <category>General</category>
<comments>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=7</comments>
 <pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 13:36:09 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Riding Lawn Mower</title>
 <link>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=6</link>
<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center">Soon after my wife and I met, she mentioned how she really<br />
wished that she could afford a riding lawnmower. She was a<br />
single gal that worked all day and was often tired in the<br />
evening when she got home from work.<br />
 <br />
So, being the handy sort of guy that I was,<br />
I made her a riding lawnmower.<br />
 <br />
I guess I thought she would squeal with delight<br />
and give me a big hug.<br />
 <br />
To this day I have never been able to understand<br />
why women are so hard to please.</div> <br />
<br />
<a href="http://cyberfoo.com/media/1/20060514-ATT00010.jpg">Riding Lawn Mower</a><br />
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 <category>General</category>
<comments>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=6</comments>
 <pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 11:23:25 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Men do, women dont!</title>
 <link>http://cyberfoo.com/index.php?itemid=5</link>
<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://cyberfoo.com/media/1/20060511-image10.jpg">Men do Women dont</a>]]></description>
 <category>General</category>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2006 01:54:59 -0400</pubDate>
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