<?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-4148831313112226814</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:58:22.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LH's Blog Site</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is short, do something you love. Take that chance, live your dream and never apologize for being you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-7731494028506787816</id><published>2012-02-16T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:32:31.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Shall We Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a conversation the other night I recanted my limitedknowledge on dealing with “your equal”. Some love to view people as equals andplace them high upon that pedestal but do they truly belong there? Equals is aterm that may need to be better defined. As we take a hard look at ourselves inall our glory and flaws what do you see? Many see what they want, a few seewhat they hope to be and even less see that part of ourselves that others love.So now that we sized our self up and accepted it, what do we do with it? Manyrelationships are built on some form of dependence. I can honestly say that Iam grown and don’t need a mother, cook, maid or some spineless rug for me towalk all over. &amp;nbsp;As I say all too often, thatis not the skill set you are “applying for”.&amp;nbsp;In all this voyage of life sometimes we meet “ourselves in others” andthen it gets interesting. Finally a true equal who is worth the title but yet weare at a loss of how to deal with this person. To many times it ends up in disastroustrain wreck but why? For me it goes back to that “hard look at one’s self”, didyou lie to yourself or misrepresent yourself? The great thing about “meetingyourself” is that they will know. And herein lays the core issue, honesty. Yougotta be honest with you before you can be honest with others. People accept usfor our flaws and love us for our strengths and no one knows that better thanthe equal that is before you. Accepting that you are the same and have all thesame thought process is another thing. Now the path of two can become one andthe steering of lives can be shared and celebrated. I don’t need to make allthe decisions and am happy to live with your choices for I am not intimidatedby the reflection of me that I have meet; I am only trying to survive me incarnate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-7731494028506787816?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/7731494028506787816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-shall-we-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/7731494028506787816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/7731494028506787816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-shall-we-do.html' title='What Shall We Do?'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-4849887141713085081</id><published>2011-11-04T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:31:23.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean and Sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Funny how life gets so busy that we forget the little things.Recently I had an anniversary that I totally forgot. This is not the usual anniversarywhere I need to apologize to a woman or look for a new one. Drinking for me isan issue. I cannot take just one drink and I have no control for like mostthings, I only know two speeds: WFO (wide freaking open) or OFF. For years Idrank and did things that were to some bad. That life style came to an abrupthalt and I was forced to make a simple choice. I had no question and made itcompletely. Now my friends have a driver and I am in a better place. For my anniversary,congratulations on a life choice that is better for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-4849887141713085081?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/4849887141713085081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/11/clean-and-sober.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/4849887141713085081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/4849887141713085081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/11/clean-and-sober.html' title='Clean and Sober'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-439653456312234657</id><published>2011-10-26T08:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:09:15.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty In The Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I notched another trade show under my belt, Ireflected on the show and what I like about the fishing industry. As I chattedwith one of the show company employee she relayed that she had never beenfishing or hunting. I felt sorry for she has not seen the world wake up or the strugglefor life in a secluded back water creek. Then the reflection turned to why Iwanted her to see these things. Life is a struggle and to view it is not tolive it. We as outdoorsman see the world in its most primal state and yet wefind beauty in the fight for life. Every aspect of our fishing and huntingsport takes advantage of the basic survival instinct. Are morbid spectators or “topof the food chain”? Everyone has a different answer to that question. For me Ican only say that I am a part of the dance, I in no way live in the disillusionthat I am top of the feed chain. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Even inall its savage glory the circle of life is a beautiful dance in and of itself.This is the part of the fishing and hunting that I try to show to others.Conveying my interpretation of the struggle of life helps me to betterappreciate and pay more attention. As humans we must teach and pass alongknowledge. Therefore I will take little miss trade show fishing and show her mylove of the outdoor world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-439653456312234657?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/439653456312234657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/10/beauty-in-struggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/439653456312234657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/439653456312234657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/10/beauty-in-struggle.html' title='Beauty In The Struggle'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-545663155469242411</id><published>2011-10-13T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:07:13.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why they call it falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess Lee Ann Womack nailed it when she belted that songout. How many times have we been there? We say we are not going to fall forsomeone and then out of the blue, one little smile and its all out the window.Before we know what has happened we are picking ourselves up off the floor inpieces. More times that I would like to say, I have been hurt by caring toomuch. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Even more times than that I havesworn that I would not care and I would be ok with this one. Yet I continue toget hurt and am a friend to many who do the same thing. Is it so bad? I wouldrather go through life with pain than to live with nothing. Pain reminds me Iam alive and that I still care. It is a burden to bare a life lived without emotions.We are creatures of love and compassion. We live our lives trying to be a partof something and more of that time is spent trying to care. We gauge ourselvesand others on how they care. We almost set ourselves up to cause and feel pain.Many even try to end things so they are the “hurt” ones just to look better in otherseyes. It’s pretty simple for me: I live, I love and I get hurt! I have eventold a few that I “was at their mercy” and knew that I would be hurt. Scars arejust tattoos with cooler stories. So as we travel down life’s road and get hurt:ask yourself did I cause it? Did I give it my all? Can I live with how I behaved?For you are the one who must live with your choices. It must be a sad lonely existenceto never know the sting of loves touch. I welcome the pain for the thought ofloving someone will always far out way the pain of it not working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-545663155469242411?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/545663155469242411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-they-call-it-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/545663155469242411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/545663155469242411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-they-call-it-falling.html' title='Why they call it falling'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-590011306580406837</id><published>2011-10-02T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:32:27.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping in cool weather</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!! This weather is great. It has been warm this summer and I do luv the heat but man it was hard to get outta bed this morning. It was 60ish in the house heave blanket on the bed and I really had to drag my butt out of the bed. Is is the fact that we are comfortable (cause it sux to try n sleep in the heat)? Or just the fall/winter season taking its toll? Either way it is so nice to be snuggly and warm in bed with no real place to be. Now if only I could get a job that would let me sleep all day. Maybe Sleep Number needs a field tester. Soon I will be off to sleep n a cold room with a heavy layer of blankets!!!!!! Rock on cold, bring it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-590011306580406837?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/590011306580406837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleeping-in-cool-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/590011306580406837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/590011306580406837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleeping-in-cool-weather.html' title='Sleeping in cool weather'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-5081936330038418129</id><published>2011-09-30T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:27:36.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#1F497D"&gt;SOMEONE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Lay some sunshine on me this spectacular Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dear Someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;You are the single most important spark in the universe! Inside you is the potential for all that is good and desired. You and you alone can make all that you want a reality and light the path for those who have lost their way. You are life in the universe, you are hope and you are only limited by you! Celebrate you for some worship you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-5081936330038418129?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/5081936330038418129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-abby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/5081936330038418129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/5081936330038418129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-abby.html' title='Dear Abby'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-8950557987642344768</id><published>2011-09-30T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:04:19.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leader or Manager</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we all know, work sux! It is a four letter word and we have to do it; those two make it bad enough. But why do we let our work consume us? I know people who hold jobs at all levels and many of them are consumed by their job. Don’t get me wrong I know job pride and the joy of a job well done; but I never let it consume me. Over the last few years I have noticed that employers no longer care about their employees and their morale. Has out sourcing taken the ultimate toll? Have we become desensitized to our own staff due to other countries eagerness to make the American dollar? Or is it that we just became a project management kind of work force? We all know the kind, well paid short lived and nothing matters but the project. It is simple for me: I am only as good as those that support and help me. Never would I ride the backs of people for my own status. Oh but wait, I am assuming we have leaders instead of managers. I have been fortunate to know leadership and have been called upon to do work which put me in harm’s way. At no time did I ponder it or question it for those that called me were leaders and had my loyalty and trust. Funny thing is that all the “managers” of the world only have fear and threats. These “skills” are usually how they project their inadequacies on those that they ride to the top only to cast away as they no longer serve a need. Leader, manager, drone or follower; we all have our place. Do you know where you stand and are you ok with the example of leadership that you portray?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-8950557987642344768?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/8950557987642344768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/09/leader-or-manager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/8950557987642344768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/8950557987642344768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/09/leader-or-manager.html' title='Leader or Manager'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-1575880546349101323</id><published>2011-09-29T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:38:12.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work SUX</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lately it’s been a brick making party at the pyramid for me. I understand all too well that I chose this path but even whores enjoy their work. It is the work I detest or the task masters that dole out the beatings? Interesting paradigm for all sides is right. We must earn money to pay the bills just to survive. I could go do “my dream” job but starving is really not an option. Before you say, yes I will suck it up and do my job. For that has never been in question or an option. Even as a lowly brick maker, I will do my best. For my drive to do my best is not driven by the whip or the threats (cause we all know your position in life does not preclude you from an ass whipping) but by my own self pride to do my best. To a point I am at their mercy but I am also capable of cutting my chord and free falling. Simple life lesson, you can only kick a dog for so long then he will bite you or leave!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-1575880546349101323?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/1575880546349101323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/09/work-sux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/1575880546349101323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/1575880546349101323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/09/work-sux.html' title='Work SUX'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-6118743488802076184</id><published>2011-09-28T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:31:56.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get this back on track</title><content type='html'>To many times life seems to get ahead of us and we lose site of our path. Its time for me to get back in gear and be what I am. I promise to do better and keep this up to date. Scream at me if I dont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-6118743488802076184?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/6118743488802076184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-to-get-this-back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/6118743488802076184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/6118743488802076184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-to-get-this-back-on-track.html' title='Time to get this back on track'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-8637593214624354481</id><published>2009-07-10T06:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:41:58.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>WOW!!!!!! It is finally Friday. Another week of Mondays will soon be over. I got a ton of stuff that I need to do this weekend but I am still flying by the seat of my pants. To much to do but never enough time. Hope you are gonna do something that I would like this weekend. I know I will and she will ask for more. I raise my cup of coffee to you in hopes that we make it out today and get a two day furlough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-8637593214624354481?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/8637593214624354481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/8637593214624354481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/8637593214624354481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148831313112226814.post-3396851662513007906</id><published>2009-07-09T06:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:02:58.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Another day and I am reminded that my life is a train wreck of events that has lead me here. Why do I do the things I do? How have I gotten to this point again? It seems the burden of life is weighing heavily upon my shoulders and my knees are buckling from the load. Many times I have seen the stresses of life overwhelm people and they shatter like ice falling on the floor. For I shall not stumble nor will I fall. I have been through worse and this merely a speed bump on the road of life. Look out life, I will not take this lying down nor will I go quietly into the night!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148831313112226814-3396851662513007906?l=lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/feeds/3396851662513007906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-and-i-am-remonded-that-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/3396851662513007906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148831313112226814/posts/default/3396851662513007906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndenhuggins.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-and-i-am-remonded-that-my.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Lynden Huggins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242491952707465110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VV37ljfyMLY/SlXPgDRfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2btH8dN97Y/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
