<?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-9088835219162706551</id><updated>2012-01-03T15:09:02.019-05:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='pure'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Eyes'/><category term='Free Spirit'/><category term='guys'/><category term='God'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='Protection'/><category term='In My Own World...'/><category term='Belief'/><category term='Strength'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Ahavat Yisroel'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='girls'/><category term='soul'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='dating'/><title type='text'>Some of my poetic works...</title><subtitle type='html'>Some of the poems that I have written from my mind, heart, and soul over the past 10 years..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHxtPXl92k8/TwM-RcfaBZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/G8_vorg2-xg/s320/29914-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Silhouetted-Crowd-Of-Men-And-Women-Waving-Their-Arms-In-The-Air-And-Dancing-Under-A-Purple-Disco-Ball-In-A-Night-Club.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A new year is here,&lt;br /&gt;Its off to a great start,&lt;br /&gt;Its a picture perfect piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;I spent time w people close to me,&lt;br /&gt;When we are together we begin to break-free!&lt;br /&gt;We danced and giggled all night long,&lt;br /&gt;We walked in our heels we kept going strong!&lt;br /&gt;Our night was epic beyond belief,&lt;br /&gt;It was a true journey but was worth the relief.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today feeling a sense of inner peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; My heart, mind, and soul all felt at ease.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to god for all the priceless things in my life,&lt;br /&gt;None can be bought but are so dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I look around me and what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;I see sparkley glitter as crazy as it may be,&lt;br /&gt;But to me in my own little world its creativity,&lt;br /&gt;Positivity,&lt;br /&gt;Life,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;A new circle is coming around,&lt;br /&gt;It is bringing me up,&lt;br /&gt;Cause last year I fell down.&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5498411775802693386?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5498411775802693386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5498411775802693386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5498411775802693386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5498411775802693386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHxtPXl92k8/TwM-RcfaBZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/G8_vorg2-xg/s72-c/29914-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Silhouetted-Crowd-Of-Men-And-Women-Waving-Their-Arms-In-The-Air-And-Dancing-Under-A-Purple-Disco-Ball-In-A-Night-Club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-3132247927035688104</id><published>2011-08-22T09:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:09:29.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-maxfxn-GIXQ/TlJi5pfFXkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wrNbBwQX-vw/s1600/road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-maxfxn-GIXQ/TlJi5pfFXkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wrNbBwQX-vw/s1600/road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Direction,&lt;br /&gt;You give me a sense of protection.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling in my heart and soul I cant explain,&lt;br /&gt;My mind feels at ease its because of you I gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like I am going astray,&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is talk to you and pray.&lt;br /&gt;I get a chance to open up my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My lips start moving and then its so easy to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direction,&lt;br /&gt;You give me a sense of protection.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are always there in heaven looking down upon me.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is open up my eyes and see.&lt;br /&gt;If I open up my heart and soul as well,&lt;br /&gt;It would be so obvious to me that you are my own tinkerbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel that we are so far apart,&lt;br /&gt;That we have fallen off the track,&lt;br /&gt;So distant, we feel we can never get back.&lt;br /&gt;But the roads will always lead to you no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind and you will not feel in a rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us may go in different directions,&lt;br /&gt;But he will always love us with all our imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;You may go this way one day, &lt;br /&gt;And I may go that way tommorow,&lt;br /&gt;But we will always be&amp;nbsp;cherished above,&lt;br /&gt;He is constantly showering us with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direction,&lt;br /&gt;You give me a sense of protection.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for caring so much about me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same, I know you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-3132247927035688104?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/3132247927035688104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=3132247927035688104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3132247927035688104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3132247927035688104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2011/08/direction.html' title='Direction'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-maxfxn-GIXQ/TlJi5pfFXkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wrNbBwQX-vw/s72-c/road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5110204949798902611</id><published>2011-07-15T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:57:55.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pure soul- Leiby Kletzky</title><content type='html'>A pure soul, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So white and shiny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and niave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brother to all of klal yisroel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a son to all of us mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of jews gathered to search for you, Am yisroel became one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried but to no avail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of tears have been shed over your innocent soul having been taken away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt in my mind that your teire neshama has gone straight to gan eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if you want to know if someone is holy look at how many were at his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of jews from far and wide came to give youur holy soul respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will forever be in our hearts and souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make us want to hug and kiss our kids more and appreciate the small things in life, You make us want to be less judgemental and more loving to our holy sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ask our father up above to bring moshiach soon, So all of us can dance together at the beit hamikdash together with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEz5QVl9Nms/TiBHAiohxgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b0zib8OnIBI/s1600/leiby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEz5QVl9Nms/TiBHAiohxgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b0zib8OnIBI/s1600/leiby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5110204949798902611?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5110204949798902611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5110204949798902611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5110204949798902611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5110204949798902611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2011/07/pure-soul-leiby-kletzky.html' title='A Pure soul- Leiby Kletzky'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEz5QVl9Nms/TiBHAiohxgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b0zib8OnIBI/s72-c/leiby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1559524462076920176</id><published>2011-07-12T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:16:39.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strength'/><title type='text'>Trust in God and he will surprise you</title><content type='html'>Trust in god and he will surprise you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emunah is strength,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing is you on your way to achieving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in pain call out to your father up above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will listen to your voice at any given hour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer and belief have all of the power in the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can move mountains if you would only try,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it all that you've got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just a smidget of a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn those salty tears in your eyes to sparkles that shine so bright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and pray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour your heart out with all of your might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in god and he will surprise you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living proof of it every day and so are you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for our belief in him I don't know what any of us would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1559524462076920176?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1559524462076920176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1559524462076920176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1559524462076920176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1559524462076920176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2011/07/trust-in-god-and-he-will-surprise-you.html' title='Trust in God and he will surprise you'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-3006884097731991107</id><published>2011-07-12T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:15:42.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>The Heart</title><content type='html'>The heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So powerful that if stopped for a mere few seconds the body shuts down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet so sensitive that it can be pierced by harsh words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that something so strong can be so weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go through suffering and pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing there was a band aid that could cover up the broken heart when it bleeds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time heals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes us forget about the heart ache and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are able to love again and create new memories in this book called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new chapter can begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pages can be filled with new lines that make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so powerful and almighty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can control my entire being,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have power over you if I allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By : Giti Fuchs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-3006884097731991107?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/3006884097731991107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=3006884097731991107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3006884097731991107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3006884097731991107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2011/07/heart.html' title='The Heart'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-606966972812834449</id><published>2011-03-01T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:28:13.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Acts of Kindness</title><content type='html'>Small acts of kindness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;Something so minute,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the moment can never be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;The act of giving,&lt;br /&gt;Can cost so little,&lt;br /&gt;Yet can mean so much,&lt;br /&gt;Think about the life you can touch.&lt;br /&gt;A beggar asks for a dollar,&lt;br /&gt;The person next to you hollers,&lt;br /&gt;You smile at him and offer a kind word,&lt;br /&gt;You buy him breakfast although others may think he looks like a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Small acts of kindness,&lt;br /&gt;They are signs to remind us,&lt;br /&gt;That a spark of god is within you and me,&lt;br /&gt;It is at that precious moment it is he can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done today,&lt;br /&gt;What will you do tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;If you can't think of one small thing,&lt;br /&gt;Then now is the time before the bell rings!&lt;br /&gt;Acts of kindness can mean the world to another,&lt;br /&gt;Make him feel like he is your brother.&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate&amp;nbsp; the power in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;I promise you can do it,&lt;br /&gt;I just did so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aTpJwWvTliM/TW2A_X3J_zI/AAAAAAAAAa4/14d9Yn54zPw/s1600/giving_back_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aTpJwWvTliM/TW2A_X3J_zI/AAAAAAAAAa4/14d9Yn54zPw/s320/giving_back_web.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-606966972812834449?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/606966972812834449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=606966972812834449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/606966972812834449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/606966972812834449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Small Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aTpJwWvTliM/TW2A_X3J_zI/AAAAAAAAAa4/14d9Yn54zPw/s72-c/giving_back_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-3065284205967081280</id><published>2011-02-22T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:48:22.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, Laugh, Love</title><content type='html'>Live, Laugh, Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our gift from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life give me lemons, I make lemonade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im given a bowl of cherries, Ill spit out the pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play your role in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part will you act in today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come lets go hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Laugh, Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our gift from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see your girlfriend over there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like shes giving me a stare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am in a great mood beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it is the today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back at yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t willow in your sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember theres a better tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Laugh, Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our gift from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is here today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is here tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always here and will always care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile from the inside out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make believe you do not have a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh because you can and its so easy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it may make your stomach feel queezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live because you can, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is standing in your way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love because it’s the best feeling that can be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t trust me, then try for yourself and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Laugh, Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a gift from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so beautiful and such a ball,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky to have the best gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-8553834514457904895</id><published>2011-01-04T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:30:10.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBwpnObZPTc/TcF_D4X3ysI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6-PtTcBHgvc/s1600/rock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBwpnObZPTc/TcF_D4X3ysI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6-PtTcBHgvc/s320/rock.jpg" width="319px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Courageous,&lt;br /&gt;A rock,&lt;br /&gt;A pillar of strength,&lt;br /&gt;You make every attempt.&lt;br /&gt;A role model,&lt;br /&gt;A mother,&lt;br /&gt;A sister,&lt;br /&gt;A child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you,&lt;br /&gt;You dont even know it,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life seems to hard,&lt;br /&gt;But you dont even show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You juggle so many tasks daily,&lt;br /&gt;yet you never complain,&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes life can feel like a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work round the clock non-stop,&lt;br /&gt;You dont even hear the tick-tocks,&lt;br /&gt;Wheres my shoes mommy?&lt;br /&gt;My pants no longer fit!&lt;br /&gt;Honey dont worry it will all work out,&lt;br /&gt;I promise you sweety I dont have a doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy of the year, you are a star that shines so bright,&lt;br /&gt;You are very special and dear in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes you may feel that the tunnel has no end,&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you one day you will see the light,&lt;br /&gt;Till then my friend, I know you will prevail,&lt;br /&gt;Cause a woman like you doesnt like to fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBwpnObZPTc/TcF_D4X3ysI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6-PtTcBHgvc/s72-c/rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5264903012996350830</id><published>2011-01-04T11:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:29:22.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PeTzCepMGJ0/TcF-3sbcJ3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/o04RBB16oD0/s1600/compass3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PeTzCepMGJ0/TcF-3sbcJ3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/o04RBB16oD0/s320/compass3.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lost,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;So I drink and I make a fool of myself cant you see?&lt;br /&gt;I dance and act wild,&lt;br /&gt;I seem like a little child.&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue where I fit in,&lt;br /&gt;So I dance around and I spin.&lt;br /&gt;Round and round I go,&lt;br /&gt;From one party to another I am going with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont judge me,&lt;br /&gt;You need not know what I can be,&lt;br /&gt;I do all this because it makes me feel so free.&lt;br /&gt;I feel an emptiness in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to change that but I do not know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard,&lt;br /&gt;So I play harder,&lt;br /&gt;I want to settle down, but dont want to settle,&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have no clue how to calm down this storm,&lt;br /&gt;I keep feeling like I am reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying makes me happy so I do it,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking takes away the sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I need not think of the repricussions tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to stop and smell the real roses,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could but another force opposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost,&lt;br /&gt;I do not know where I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;God can you help me so I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5264903012996350830?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5264903012996350830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5264903012996350830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama- free I chose to be,&lt;br /&gt;For my self respect,&lt;br /&gt;Would else would you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2GKAXRPfvQ/TfeNHPIBrbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/IptvRSQPxH4/s1600/princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2GKAXRPfvQ/TfeNHPIBrbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/IptvRSQPxH4/s320/princess.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Written by: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-3819090534690686787?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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present has been opened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jack has now popped out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be shared so easily,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh so I laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You giggle so I do too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're bubbly and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't cost a penny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet can move mountains way up high in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can pierce through many barriers in ones&amp;nbsp;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best medicine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can cure many souls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uplift many spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be shared amongst friends, family, and total strangers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what makes it so valuable although it is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me chuckling and cracking up so hard that I can't stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy hurts so much and so do my cheeks from smiling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good pain though because it is pure happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TPkITTg6hvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0cwHBxFIvuE/s1600/laughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TPkITTg6hvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0cwHBxFIvuE/s320/laughter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Written by: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2720243344414212363?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2720243344414212363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2720243344414212363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2720243344414212363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2720243344414212363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/12/laughter-best-gift-of-all.html' title='Laughter The Best Gift Of All'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TPkITTg6hvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0cwHBxFIvuE/s72-c/laughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2994459416295557947</id><published>2010-12-02T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:42:26.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TSM_2Ney8iI/AAAAAAAAAas/9lJQX7dH8oc/s1600/happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TSM_2Ney8iI/AAAAAAAAAas/9lJQX7dH8oc/s320/happy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happiness is a state of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can feel this way all of the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile and calmness in the ♡ ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel content from the start,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too precious to waste on the heartache and pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all what is it you will gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives us this once in a lifetime chance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why even bother to save that last dance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say let it rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will dance between the droplets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not see me in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to waste on those unworthy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surround yourself with positivity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see that your ♡ , mind and soul will feel prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a state of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By choice you see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you too or just me that can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TPejzg4qY5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qFU7DsJ26xM/s1600/smiley-face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TPejzg4qY5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qFU7DsJ26xM/s320/smiley-face.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Written by: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2994459416295557947?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2994459416295557947/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1221382517175109027</id><published>2010-11-30T15:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:05:47.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanukah</title><content type='html'>Chanukah,&lt;br /&gt;A time for miracles,&lt;br /&gt;The war between the jews and the greeks,&lt;br /&gt;We outwon them although we were so small and they were so mighty,&lt;br /&gt;God was there for us and helped us through till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanukah,&lt;br /&gt;A festival of lights,&lt;br /&gt;We kindle the candles of the menorah,&lt;br /&gt;The aura of the flames brightens up our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Each flame represents mankind,&lt;br /&gt;The ember in each of our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanukah,&lt;br /&gt;The battle of the good against the evil,&lt;br /&gt;The devil versus the angel,&lt;br /&gt;Do we let the bad inclination take over the good or do we let the good inclination take over the bad?&lt;br /&gt;Look up to our father in heaven and ask him to lend you a hand,&lt;br /&gt;If you call out to him he will listen,&lt;br /&gt;He helped our ancestors battle against the greeks,&lt;br /&gt;Today he can help each one of us if we only call out to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanukah,&lt;br /&gt;A time for family,&lt;br /&gt;Look at your precious sisters and brothers,&lt;br /&gt;Your husband, your wife,&lt;br /&gt;Your mom and your dad,&lt;br /&gt;If you have a frown on your face all you have to do is look around at the positive energy around you,&lt;br /&gt;I promise it will make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanukah,&lt;br /&gt;A time for miracles,&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is believe,&lt;br /&gt;and I am telling you we can achieve,&lt;br /&gt;You and I,&lt;br /&gt;Mankind and God together,&lt;br /&gt;The good inclination can overcome the bad inclination,&lt;br /&gt;and the angel will outshine the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1335193048676789080</id><published>2010-11-18T07:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:19:14.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>Sleepless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I am in a bind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ♡ is aching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is racing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the thoughts go away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes wish to close but they won't go astray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason you just won't let,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a powerful tool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then why oh why do I feel like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stop envisioning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried counting sheep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not even that tactic will let me go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to press the brake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please oh please I don't wanna make a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were me what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me here I don't have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have another agenda, its no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I didn't look behind, or maybe that I could just press rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2114094972579477123</id><published>2010-11-17T08:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:33:47.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inopportunity</title><content type='html'>Inopportunity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is our reality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you and you like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty simple can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only relationships were that easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You so want to be with me when you are in my company,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you go home and have an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know where lifes road will lead you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't lie to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor can you lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You avoid confrontation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want it to end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how much longer are you willing to pretend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cave in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voice my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel terrible so you share yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that could be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the moment it is an inopportunity can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are able to communicate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we did so before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never close the doors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good way to succeed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you never know where lifes road will lead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2114094972579477123?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2114094972579477123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2114094972579477123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2114094972579477123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2114094972579477123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/11/inopportunity.html' title='Inopportunity'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-6576473504073986243</id><published>2010-11-12T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:52:15.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><title type='text'>Beauty does it really make a difference?</title><content type='html'>Beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Does it really make a difference in life?&lt;br /&gt;Some say that beauty is deep within, and that the outter appearance shouldnt mean a thing?&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me and you will see,&lt;br /&gt;A pretty person gets&amp;nbsp;VIP treatment wherever she goes,&lt;br /&gt;She may walk into a boutique and all the sales people may sorround her,&lt;br /&gt;She may go on a job interview and her looks will effect the mindset of the interviewer,&lt;br /&gt;At work her boss may give her a raise because he is&amp;nbsp;attracted to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Does it really make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;It may cause jealousy amongst friends and sisters,&lt;br /&gt;It causes competition with each other,&lt;br /&gt;Does she looks skinner,&lt;br /&gt;Is her nose smaller,&lt;br /&gt;Are her eyes a prettier shade than mine?&lt;br /&gt;Why do&amp;nbsp;all the guys hit on her instead of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what&amp;nbsp;do you think?&lt;br /&gt;What is your take on beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like&amp;nbsp;the outter appearance of a person makes a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel it is skin-deep?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the person beside you and what does your mind tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you look at her and&amp;nbsp;judge her on the&amp;nbsp;outer appearance&amp;nbsp;or do you think there is something more to her deep within?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written&amp;nbsp;By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TN1wuUgzewI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zehD2SBVqtA/s1600/beauty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TN1wuUgzewI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zehD2SBVqtA/s320/beauty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-6576473504073986243?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat &amp;amp; Mouse,&lt;br /&gt;It's a dating game we all play, but in different ways,&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder when the&amp;nbsp; guy will call, or if he will call at all,&lt;br /&gt;So you&amp;nbsp;wait patiently and anxiously,&lt;br /&gt;Or&amp;nbsp; maybe you are&amp;nbsp;a guy and you meets a girl will&amp;nbsp;your friend win her over before&amp;nbsp;you can?&lt;br /&gt;What tricks&amp;nbsp;do you&amp;nbsp;have up&amp;nbsp;your sleeve to outshine&amp;nbsp;your buddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you play the game fairly?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you break anothers heart?&lt;br /&gt;Will you forfeit before it is over?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you have the stamina and drive to keep on going?&lt;br /&gt;The game starts now,&lt;br /&gt;Catch me if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TN1Z16jqMmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VPQq6nZQuyw/s1600/tom.jpg" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>I am me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TNALx1Q9zyI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A3jSYsqi62U/s1600/i+am+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TNALx1Q9zyI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A3jSYsqi62U/s200/i+am+me.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfy in my own skin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shout at a hockey game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crack up at jokes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to giggle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write poetry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is the sunshine of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spontaneous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am care-free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a gymrat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with music,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk to my own beat not thinking what others think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spiritual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laid-back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a go-getter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want something ill go to the end of the world to get it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm courageous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eyes that sparkle when I'm happy and show sadness when I feel down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a kid at ♡ ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a people person and talk to total random strangers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to live life to the max,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every day with a smile hoping for a new adventure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who are you?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-796166701878200515?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/796166701878200515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=796166701878200515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/796166701878200515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have raised you on my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;From an infant to a young adult my have you grown up so fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I diapered you, woke up for midnight feedings and worked fulltime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You are so worth it, all the hard work is paid off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Daily I reap the rewards of the work I have put in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am independent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am courageous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am self-reliant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Selfless in lieu of selfishness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I always put you first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My lifes schedule revolves around you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't have a companion or a lover at the moment but I do have my child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;For now that will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-8376216054487711098?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8376216054487711098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=8376216054487711098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8376216054487711098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8376216054487711098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-of-single-mom.html' title='Thoughts of a single mom'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-3448470832698594706</id><published>2010-10-10T00:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:37:40.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Miracles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Gods way of holding our hand here on earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He shows us he cares about us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That he hasn't forgotten about the sparks of himself down here on this planet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I believe in miracles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I believe in god up above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He has the power to change anything in the blink of an eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He can heal the sick, he can touch our hearts and ease our emotional pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So I ask you dear god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Please perform a miracle for one of your beloved souls down here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I know you have angels looking out for me and my son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So hold my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Please show me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That you can perform a miracle for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-3448470832698594706?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/3448470832698594706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=3448470832698594706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3448470832698594706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3448470832698594706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1413867265851121166</id><published>2010-10-10T00:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:37:53.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ten years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ten yrs have passed before my very eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And oh have they gone so quickly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I still remember the day you were born and the smile on my face and the joy you brought to my &amp;nbsp;♡ ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have raised you on my own since you were five months old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So many milestones you have leaped through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The first word that came out of your mouth mama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Your first birthday w the cupcake in your highchair that I fed you and the teddybear that was your first bday present,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You first baby steps and the brand-new shoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Your first day at preschool what a big boy you were with your knapsack even larger than your small body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then came first grade and you got your first siddur which was inscribed with your name and a letter that I wrote you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then third grade you got your first chumash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And last year you started to learn mishaniot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Avi I am so proud of the young man you have become and who you continue to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am raising such a wonderful neshama and human being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love you more than anything in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You give my life so much meaning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I daven to hashem daily to give me the strength to lead you in the right direction so that you may become the best Avi that you can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My dear son, you are my mini me, my precious soul, my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thank you for being who you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love you Avi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;By:Giti Fuchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1413867265851121166?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1413867265851121166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1413867265851121166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1413867265851121166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1413867265851121166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/10/ten-years.html' title='Ten Years'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2791425366980277461</id><published>2010-09-14T15:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:38:07.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ahavat Yisroel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Life is a Test</title><content type='html'>Life is a test,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have questions that we need to answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes we dont know what the solution is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us have the same amount of questions, nor do we have the same things to ponder about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can take us our entire life to figure out what the answers are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be pain that we go through in order to find the solutions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may cry and try to imagine exactly god wants from us in order to resolve these issues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are lucky enough to be able to take these tests and become better people, I look up to them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others are detrimentally effected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get older we realize that every persons life is a test, not only ours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have these rollercoasters that make our stomach queezy, our heads spin, and our heart flutter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no ones is the same, we are all here to figure it out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do to try and get through before the teacher says the time is up and the bell rings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can help each other, a lending ear, a helpful hand, a smile, a hug, being a friend when need be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can do this all on her own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be burdensome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we would be there for each other then maybe the solutions would be figured out sooner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone else be there for them, be a real person, let another lean on you, and when you need it lean on another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a test, but we cannot do it alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to rely on god and good friends to make it out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2791425366980277461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2791425366980277461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is-test.html' title='Life is a Test'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TI_RCIj0BZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/KXbmP995Vls/s72-c/thinknig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1031362740542433254</id><published>2010-08-05T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:38:26.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blackberry</title><content type='html'>The blackberry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say its one of the best innovations of our century,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your calls, texts, e-mails all in one device,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry about carrying a labtop with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its small, unique, and kinda like your new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blackberry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say its called the crackberry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are addicted to it as if it were a drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hung out with someone who owns a blackberry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a conversation with them and they are busy typing non-stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talking to them while they are multi-tasking, which is actually having two conversations at once, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is with you and the other is with their other crazy crackberry addict friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she is laughing out loud while she is vigorously typing and youre thinking hello am I here do I exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the crackberry addicts who walk and type, even when they are crossing the street,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-d forbid a taxi should run them over when it isnt even their light, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they wouldnt realize,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because theyre addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us regular people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont get you crackberry addicts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are socializing in the "real" world and not in blackberry world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time for you guys to go to rehab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard theres a blackberry anonymous support group going on now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cant hear me telling you about it because you are too busy typing to your girlfriend on BBM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TFq-qV6xaII/AAAAAAAAAXU/b-aI6hsmsj4/s1600/crystal-LEOPARD-PINK-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TFq-qV6xaII/AAAAAAAAAXU/b-aI6hsmsj4/s320/crystal-LEOPARD-PINK-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello wake up and join the real world! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1031362740542433254?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1031362740542433254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1031362740542433254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1031362740542433254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1031362740542433254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/08/blackberry.html' title='The Blackberry'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TFq-qV6xaII/AAAAAAAAAXU/b-aI6hsmsj4/s72-c/crystal-LEOPARD-PINK-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-8317059747245140650</id><published>2010-08-05T08:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:38:38.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyes'/><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TFq0ElGTfRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5QPRWHABT9A/s1600/eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TFq0ElGTfRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5QPRWHABT9A/s320/eyes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say they are the window to the soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they sparkling showing I'm happy on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they looking away telling you I'm shy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my pupils large saying I'm scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can tell a lot about a person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you emotions a person is feeling deep within,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am paying attention,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel what you feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I see what you see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel what your heart and soul are feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-8317059747245140650?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8317059747245140650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=8317059747245140650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8317059747245140650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8317059747245140650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/08/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/TFq0ElGTfRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5QPRWHABT9A/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-7909813141692906771</id><published>2010-04-15T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:38:49.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What size is your baggage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/S8dkGfc_kpI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IlC2MplbkaY/s1600/luggage-comp-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460443135895114386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/S8dkGfc_kpI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IlC2MplbkaY/s200/luggage-comp-1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 182px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all come with baggage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all shapes and sizes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of our luggage is heavier than others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;,We walk around in this journey called life with our baggage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some wear theirs on their faces by showing signs of stress and unhappiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others hide it on the inside and smile on the outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are those who talk it out with a friend to feel a sense of relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are able to overcome the baggage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky are those that can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others walk around their whole life and havent solved it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to be able to overcome mine and being accepting of someone elses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also hope that in case I am not able to overcome mine someone else will be able to love me and care for me and help me get over them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What size is your baggage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it feel very heavy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its time to unload some of the stuff in there by talking it out with a friend so you can feel a bit lighter and relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-7909813141692906771?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to make sure nothing happens to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we get the chance to rethink our actions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we regret and learn from our wrongdoings we can begin anew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can polish the soul and remove the grey speckles little by little, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day begins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our soul is returned to our body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get a chance to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of living in guilt I will work on a fresh start so I can become a better me from within so it can shine and sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4563111021659643226?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4563111021659643226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4563111021659643226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4563111021659643226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4563111021659643226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/03/soul.html' title='The Soul'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-6013172556139125627</id><published>2010-02-10T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:39:22.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>Snow,&lt;br /&gt;White,&lt;br /&gt;Soft,&lt;br /&gt;Pure,&lt;br /&gt;Engelic,&lt;br /&gt;Clean,&lt;br /&gt;Fun to jump into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful the snow is on the houses, the trees, the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go out and play,&lt;br /&gt;Build a snowman,&lt;br /&gt;Have a snowball fight,&lt;br /&gt;Become a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow,&lt;br /&gt;White,&lt;br /&gt;Soft,&lt;br /&gt;Pure,&lt;br /&gt;Engelic,&lt;br /&gt;Clean,&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now I am going to go outside to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-6013172556139125627?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/6013172556139125627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=6013172556139125627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6013172556139125627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6013172556139125627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-4494662300711121730</id><published>2010-02-10T13:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:39:33.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/S3L-Jt3LsxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/X-FddEl8Jgk/s1600-h/lioness.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436687143072936722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/S3L-Jt3LsxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/X-FddEl8Jgk/s200/lioness.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 162px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama Free,&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be,&lt;br /&gt;You ask me why?&lt;br /&gt;So I wont have to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Free,&lt;br /&gt;That is me,&lt;br /&gt;You can yell,&lt;br /&gt;I wont tell,&lt;br /&gt;You can scream,&lt;br /&gt;But my ears dont hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones,&lt;br /&gt;But your words wont tear my heart out,&lt;br /&gt;I have built myself up,&lt;br /&gt;I am self-confident,&lt;br /&gt;No one can bring me down,&lt;br /&gt;You wont make me frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lioness,&lt;br /&gt;I can roar if I wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;But I choose not to,&lt;br /&gt;My strength isnt in my voice,&lt;br /&gt;It is shown by my cubs,&lt;br /&gt;When you see how happy and carefree they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama free,&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be,&lt;br /&gt;For me,&lt;br /&gt;For my child,&lt;br /&gt;For our happiness I choose over yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4494662300711121730?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4494662300711121730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4494662300711121730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4494662300711121730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4494662300711121730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/02/drama-free.html' title='Drama Free'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/S3L-Jt3LsxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/X-FddEl8Jgk/s72-c/lioness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-8789433782826975350</id><published>2010-02-10T13:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:39:48.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/S3L-ZfeqABI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0Cu-tPywdKg/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436687414089875474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/S3L-ZfeqABI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0Cu-tPywdKg/s200/heart.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting Go..&lt;br /&gt;To Let go isn't something easy,&lt;br /&gt;It can take some time but it is well worth it,&lt;br /&gt;If you let go then you will be able to move forward with an open mind, heart, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;You will feel at ease and be able to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that many memories will slip through your mind as time passes,&lt;br /&gt;It may make you both smile and cry on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone and they dont love you back than it wasnt meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Saying those words and hearing those words are easier than actually feeling those words are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to move forward,&lt;br /&gt;Daily I take another step onward,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that sometime soon I will have been able to fully let go,&lt;br /&gt;Then and only then will I be able to really feel relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has gone through some sort of situation in life that has broken our heart,&lt;br /&gt;Some are able to repair themselves with the support system of friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;Others were able to move forward when meeting someone new and forgetting about the past relationship,&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those who never get over that special someone and walk around with a broken heart forever,&lt;br /&gt;How sad that is, never to have let go.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be that person, so I chose to keep an open heart, mind and soul so I too can start all over again,&lt;br /&gt;I am positive that my heart will be repaired and that I too will find that guy who will love me as much as I will love him.&lt;br /&gt;So I am letting go... So I can let him IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-8789433782826975350?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8789433782826975350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=8789433782826975350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8789433782826975350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8789433782826975350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2010/02/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/S3L-ZfeqABI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0Cu-tPywdKg/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-8010952147452715870</id><published>2009-12-30T15:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:39:59.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pattern...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Szu877CQB_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/hCbUYXDdN0o/s1600-h/pattern.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421134314115958770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Szu877CQB_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/hCbUYXDdN0o/s200/pattern.png" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pattern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us fall into different patterns in our lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some of us it is as minute as our morning sip of coffee, for others its the way they walk to work, or the way they blow dry their hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For others it stems back to the childhood and what they saw at home and it still effects them today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way we all fall into different patterns in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is our choice to realize if the patterns that we chose to follow are good for us or are bad for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we change the pattern and break free or do we chose to keep going with it although it is no good for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look around me and I wonder about all the patterns in my daily routine, are they good for me or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they are no good I work on trying to break free and correcting my mistakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many people that I am close with whom I see make the same mistake over and over again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can talk to them till you are blue in the face, they will ask and inquire numerous amount of times for your advice and yet at the end of the day the same pattern is done again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why that is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do people not want to help themselves or is it just so much easier to do the wrong thing and go ahead with the pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me I would rather go through the hardship of correcting my wrongdoing rather than banging my head over and over again on a wall or slamming the door on my finger so to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you keep following a pattern without realizing the same mistakes that you are making although others show you what your shortcomings are, or do you chose to listen let it sink in and work on that aspect to break free?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-8010952147452715870?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8010952147452715870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=8010952147452715870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8010952147452715870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8010952147452715870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/12/pattern.html' title='The Pattern...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Szu877CQB_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/hCbUYXDdN0o/s72-c/pattern.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-8043344605160030538</id><published>2009-10-14T09:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:40:21.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/StXQHvZc92I/AAAAAAAAAVA/56HIVZyy0Cc/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392444960246921058" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/StXQHvZc92I/AAAAAAAAAVA/56HIVZyy0Cc/s200/friendship.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendships,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends are those you talk to daily on the phone and see quite frequently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other ones you don't see quite often but when you do spend time together its as if you've seen each other yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending time w/ a good friend is priceless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;catch up on each others lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;smiling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;giving each other advice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quality time which is immeasurable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Not The amount of time that you spend together nor the place you chose that sets the tone of your we time its the bond that you have w/ one another that does,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its great to have good friends that make you feel so loved and welcomed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their friendships are so close to your ♡ that you feel like they are your family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for the quality friends that I have, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't keep count of how many because that isn't what makes the difference in my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its their depth and good souls that do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-8043344605160030538?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8043344605160030538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=8043344605160030538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8043344605160030538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8043344605160030538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/10/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/StXQHvZc92I/AAAAAAAAAVA/56HIVZyy0Cc/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-4630568516279839586</id><published>2009-09-10T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:40:37.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Reversal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sqlc5zckQqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/KBIdk2gFH5o/s1600-h/old+lady.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379933378003092130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sqlc5zckQqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/KBIdk2gFH5o/s200/old+lady.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Role Reversal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a person grows old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they deteriorate and need to depend upon others to help them with everything, from being fed, clothed, bathed, taken to the bathroom, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The child now has to take care of the parent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Role Reversal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One realizes when put in this position how much his parent did for him in the early stages of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets not take for granted what our parents have done for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one day there unfortunately may be a time that there will be a role reversal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we will be able to repay our parents for all the good things that they have done for us when we were dependent on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4630568516279839586?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4630568516279839586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4630568516279839586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4630568516279839586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4630568516279839586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/09/role-reversal.html' title='Role Reversal'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sqlc5zckQqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/KBIdk2gFH5o/s72-c/old+lady.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2157069572647852952</id><published>2009-09-10T15:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:41:25.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SqlZkl7amKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/--ZAyagpaYw/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379929715062249634" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SqlZkl7amKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/--ZAyagpaYw/s200/25.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- I am an optimistic person, I try to see the positive in everything&lt;br /&gt;2- My son, Avi is the light of my life, I cannot imagine my life w/o him, I wouldnt trade him for the world, daily he teaches me lifes lessons, I feel so lucky to have a priceless soul like him!&lt;br /&gt;3- I have learnt at the end of the day, the friends that you have known since your childhood are those that can be trusted, asked advice and get the honest opinion, and whom love you unconditionally, I feel lucky to have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;4- I wish I lived in a sunny state like florida or california, I hate the winter, the cold weather doesnt agree with me, one moment outside and I am already shivering.&lt;br /&gt;5- I love the beach, I like hearing the calmness of the waves of the ocean, sticking my feet by the water and feeling it go under my feet, I love the sun shining down on me.&lt;br /&gt;6- I enjoy writing poetry in my spare time, I usually write after a life's experience, or when I am inspired by something that happend to me during the day.&lt;br /&gt;7- I am a spiritual person by nature, I try and see god in everyday's things, even small things, notice I say "try" I dont always do so, but aspire to.&lt;br /&gt;8- I love my sister Leah to pieces, she is so happy with nothing and so connected to god, she has a heart of gold and would do anything for a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;9- My family rocks, although were all different walks of life, I love em as cooky as we are at the end of the day, I can count of em!10- I am hard on myself, dont feel like I have accomplished enough, and kinda freaked out about the fact that I am turning the big 3-0! But at the same time I am trying to embrace it!&lt;br /&gt;11- I try to be thankful daily for all the good things that I am fortunate to have in life, health, a job, and a beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;12- I have been to Israel more than once, but never go to tour it, I really really want to go sometime soon, hopefully before Avi's bar mitzvah, Israel is our homeland, I give credit to all the people who live there and especially to the chayalim and chayelets that fight for our country daily.&lt;br /&gt;13- There are so many things that I want to do in life, learn, explore, travel, just not enough time ... I hope I get to do some of it soon!&lt;br /&gt;14- Okay I admit it , I love cudding, I am a very affectionate person, I cant help it!&lt;br /&gt;15- I love being a flirt, I like seeing the reaction on a guy's face :)&lt;br /&gt;16- I am a social butterfly, I can walk into a room and make a ton of new friends&lt;br /&gt;17- I enjoy cheering people up when they are down, I sometimes think that I should have become a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;18- I want to have more children one day, children are amazing, we can learn so much from them, I am the aunt that all the neices and nephews jump on, I am still a kid!&lt;br /&gt;19- I am great at capturing moments on camera, I love taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;20- I wish the world was a more peaceful place, and everyone could get along.&lt;br /&gt;21- Sometimes I am quick to judge others, so I try to work on that character trait.&lt;br /&gt;22- I am scared of people with tempers&lt;br /&gt;23- I cant stand superficial people that dont have depth to them&lt;br /&gt;24- I was born in Brooklyn but dont consider myself a typical brooklynite&lt;br /&gt;25- Sometimes I am too sensitive, but at the same time I am sensitive towards others feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2157069572647852952?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2157069572647852952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2157069572647852952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2157069572647852952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2157069572647852952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/09/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SqlZkl7amKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/--ZAyagpaYw/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-4109665573425710919</id><published>2009-07-16T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:41:39.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Train Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sl8ovqU09KI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6OySIqjAb4s/s1600-h/train.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359046880874788002" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sl8ovqU09KI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6OySIqjAb4s/s200/train.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like a train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each one of us is the conductor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can direct the train to go in any direction we'd like to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we move slowly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other times we may move fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may turn to the right, to the middle or to the left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times our tracks may collide with other trains along the way and you may wave hi to your conductor friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may pick up "people" at the "stops" along the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the people you pick up may have a positive effect on your life and some may have a negative effect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some stay on the train for a short amount of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While others may stay on longer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the amount of time the passengers stay on your train doesn't necessarily depend on how they effect you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How have you conducted your train today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you turn to the right, to the left, or did you stay mostly in the middle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many "passengers" have you picked up and how did they effect your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you finished your days routes and put your keys away did you feel accomplished?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4109665573425710919?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4109665573425710919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4109665573425710919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4109665573425710919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4109665573425710919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/07/train-ride.html' title='The Train Ride'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sl8ovqU09KI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6OySIqjAb4s/s72-c/train.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-605848543809253659</id><published>2009-07-16T09:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:41:55.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sl8n9OhgY5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kFmB5kpetb0/s1600-h/mother_and_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359046014418314130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sl8n9OhgY5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kFmB5kpetb0/s200/mother_and_baby.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 154px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The circle of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pure, innocent, and naive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born w/o any imperfections,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby soft skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes that twinkle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a smile that's contagious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A toddler,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mischievous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asks tons of questions of why and how come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still pure, innocent, and naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An elementary school kid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging out with her friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy with homework and extracurricular activities,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still asking questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope she's still pure, innocent, and naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A high school kid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A typical teenager,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebellious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asking a ton of questions and trying to find the answers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No longer pure innocent and naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A college student,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partying and studying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soul searching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figuring out life and how it is living on your own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to become an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Responsible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No longer naive but she can now answer the questions of her child one day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now she is holding her new baby who is pure, innocent and naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-605848543809253659?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/605848543809253659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=605848543809253659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/605848543809253659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/605848543809253659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/07/circle-of-life-circle-of-life-baby-so.html' title='The Circle Of Life'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/Sl8n9OhgY5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kFmB5kpetb0/s72-c/mother_and_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-3702459825973016405</id><published>2009-05-14T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:42:09.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holy Bubby Besze ( prounounced beshy)</title><content type='html'>My Holy Bubby Besze,&lt;br /&gt;You look at her and her face shines with a glow,&lt;br /&gt;She is a true godfearing jew,&lt;br /&gt;At 92 she still wakes up and davens to hashem,&lt;br /&gt;She sits and recites tehillim all day on behalf of those in need, whether they are sick, are looking to get married, or if they are having trouble having a child,&lt;br /&gt;That is my holy grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a selfless woman who is constantly thinking of others before herself,&lt;br /&gt;She puts gods will before her own daily,&lt;br /&gt;She knows that we are only here on earth to improve ourselves to become better people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have a grandmother like her to emulate,&lt;br /&gt;My son is lucky to have a great grandmother like her alive,&lt;br /&gt;A woman of valor,&lt;br /&gt;Always with a smile, a hug, a kiss, and a loving heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "older" generation as they call it,&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who know the true value of life,&lt;br /&gt;For it is they that went through the holocaust,&lt;br /&gt;They who saw their loved ones die before their very own eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It is they who after seeing all of that still live the true torah life.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I should be to have half the belief and fear in God as my holy Bubby Besze has.&lt;br /&gt;May I be fortunate to raise as many grandchildren and great grandchildren who walk in the way of the righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-3702459825973016405?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/3702459825973016405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=3702459825973016405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3702459825973016405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3702459825973016405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-holy-bubby-besze-prounounced-beshy.html' title='My Holy Bubby Besze ( prounounced beshy)'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5877414411144039198</id><published>2009-05-14T14:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:42:23.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Siddur- Prayerbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxrVgRoleI/AAAAAAAAATo/TYW_jM5O4ko/s1600-h/siddurr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335757675712517602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxrVgRoleI/AAAAAAAAATo/TYW_jM5O4ko/s200/siddurr.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 152px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Siddur,&lt;br /&gt;Oh the stories it could tell,&lt;br /&gt;It sits on the shelf,&lt;br /&gt;Each page has a different story to tell,&lt;br /&gt;The siddur keeps all these secrets inside its pages,&lt;br /&gt;The tears that were shed throughout the years on various pages,&lt;br /&gt;Some were tears of joy,&lt;br /&gt;Some were tears of pain,&lt;br /&gt;The tears came from those of old and from those of young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each paragraph in the siddur says something else,&lt;br /&gt;In some we praise god,&lt;br /&gt;While in others we thank him for all he does for us daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through prayer one can improve himself to become a better person,&lt;br /&gt;All those tears of joy and pain can be a release while moving your lips and sounding out the words to the almighty.&lt;br /&gt;While having a conversation with our father up in heaven we can ask for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't underestimate the value of a siddur, a prayerbook,&lt;br /&gt;It has many stories to tell but chooses to keep them to itself.&lt;br /&gt;It is a precious book although it can be found on every jew's shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5877414411144039198?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5877414411144039198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5877414411144039198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5877414411144039198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5877414411144039198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/05/siddur-prayerbook.html' title='A Siddur- Prayerbook'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxrVgRoleI/AAAAAAAAATo/TYW_jM5O4ko/s72-c/siddurr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5802227756831775741</id><published>2009-05-14T14:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:42:37.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion VS. Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxoKVgQQYI/AAAAAAAAATg/-KRfEYBvpVs/s1600-h/QuestionMark.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754185307603330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxoKVgQQYI/AAAAAAAAATg/-KRfEYBvpVs/s200/QuestionMark.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotion Vs. Logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I listen to my heart, or do I listen to the voices in my head?&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like your heart is telling you one thing, and your mind is telling you another?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it be so much easier if both were giving you the same message?&lt;br /&gt;But that doesnt always happen in life,&lt;br /&gt;Which decision do I make?&lt;br /&gt;My heart says yes but my mind says no!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish this could be simple,&lt;br /&gt;but it isnt right now,&lt;br /&gt;What if I listen to my heart and it is telling me the wrong thing?&lt;br /&gt;What if I listen to my mind and it is giving me the wrong guidance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;I know my mind is giving me the write answer,&lt;br /&gt;I just dont want to admit it to myself,&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to let go because my heart will hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion Vs. Logic,&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Who should I listen to?&lt;br /&gt;My heart or my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5802227756831775741?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5802227756831775741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5802227756831775741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5802227756831775741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5802227756831775741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotion-vs-logic.html' title='Emotion VS. Logic'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxoKVgQQYI/AAAAAAAAATg/-KRfEYBvpVs/s72-c/QuestionMark.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1143215001869066627</id><published>2009-05-11T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:43:03.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxlxRhfJWI/AAAAAAAAATY/FMqaYdtpK_w/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335751555719046498" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxlxRhfJWI/AAAAAAAAATY/FMqaYdtpK_w/s200/mother.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mother's love&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional,&lt;br /&gt;Would do anything for her child,&lt;br /&gt;Selfless,&lt;br /&gt;Puts her childs needs way before her own,&lt;br /&gt;Responsible,&lt;br /&gt;Nurturing,&lt;br /&gt;Caring,&lt;br /&gt;Tender love and care,&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses that never end,&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to lean on when in need,&lt;br /&gt;Ears to listen,&lt;br /&gt;Advice is given,&lt;br /&gt;I love my mother, she's my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;I love my son, he's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Only when you have your own offspring do you realize the true gift of love and all the sacrifices your mom has done and continues to do for you.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you mom today on mothers day,&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for what you have done for me all my life, and for what you will continue to do for me,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the gift of love, the best gift of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your daughter,Giti:)&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1143215001869066627?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1143215001869066627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1143215001869066627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1143215001869066627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1143215001869066627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-love.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgxlxRhfJWI/AAAAAAAAATY/FMqaYdtpK_w/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-6378059116811460887</id><published>2009-05-06T10:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:43:15.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgGr5Rn4WLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SQ0hN8HIJt0/s1600-h/alive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332732434254944434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgGr5Rn4WLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SQ0hN8HIJt0/s200/alive.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciation,&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us takes things for granted daily,&lt;br /&gt;We are alive and can breathe, only when god forbid a person has an asthma attack and has shortness of breath can he truly appreciate the fact that he can breathe,&lt;br /&gt;We are alive and can see,&lt;br /&gt;If god forbid we lost our eyesight for an hour we would appreciate our eyesight,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I think a blind man has more insight to life,&lt;br /&gt;We are alive and can walk,&lt;br /&gt;If god forbid we got into a car accident and got paralyzed only then could we appreciate our two feet,&lt;br /&gt;We are alive and can touch,&lt;br /&gt;If we got hurt in a war and didn't have hands, only then could we appreciate our sense of feeling and touch,&lt;br /&gt;We are alive and have family,&lt;br /&gt;Let us appreciate that which we have instead of looking and what we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;Let us not take things for granted because we are so blessed by our father above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-6378059116811460887?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/6378059116811460887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=6378059116811460887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6378059116811460887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6378059116811460887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/05/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SgGr5Rn4WLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SQ0hN8HIJt0/s72-c/alive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5060523276396450415</id><published>2009-04-17T10:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:43:29.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SeibCueyhgI/AAAAAAAAASw/mDNxpi2ijlk/s1600-h/happy+bday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325677030504826370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SeibCueyhgI/AAAAAAAAASw/mDNxpi2ijlk/s200/happy+bday.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthdays&lt;br /&gt;What do birthdays mean?&lt;br /&gt;Another year of life which is a blessing,&lt;br /&gt;Some embrace turning a year older, while others don't like to celebrate them,&lt;br /&gt;Another year,&lt;br /&gt;So much to look forward to,&lt;br /&gt;Health and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and memories,&lt;br /&gt;Each new year of life that we have is a precious treasure from our father up above,&lt;br /&gt;We should cherish it and congratulate ourselves that we have made it to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;So this year as I turn thirty,&lt;br /&gt;I am embracing it,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel old,&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky to have made it to a new year,&lt;br /&gt;I look back at the past one and say thank god I was healthy and thank god I had many happy memories and many giggles,&lt;br /&gt;So I take this opportunity to say thank you god for another year of life,&lt;br /&gt;And as I start this new decade of 30 I ask you to please bless me with many more years filled with, health, joy, inner peace, and most of all courage and strength to get through "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5060523276396450415?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5060523276396450415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5060523276396450415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5060523276396450415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5060523276396450415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SeibCueyhgI/AAAAAAAAASw/mDNxpi2ijlk/s72-c/happy+bday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-7532313787105909880</id><published>2009-04-02T14:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:43:44.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knows? Who Knows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdUBesswOvI/AAAAAAAAASo/kWBwhQjyf4Q/s1600-h/easel2.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320160161714682610" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdUBesswOvI/AAAAAAAAASo/kWBwhQjyf4Q/s200/easel2.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 171px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows, who knows?Life is yet a mystery,We look at the past, we live in the present, but have no clue what the future will bring,We try and learn from our mistakes and do the best that we can daily,Each day we start anew,A clean slate, like a white paper on an easel before the painter has painted, we took get to chose the colors we want to paint our picture,If we make a mistake we have the opportunity to learn from it and not make the same mistake the next day,I wish I knew what my future would bring,I then would feel more at ease about things,I guess all I can wish for is to try and do my best and hopefully those steps can build my future path,I look back to the past and am not so happy with all of the colors I have painted on my pictures, so today I chose different ones, and tomorow I also will chose some others,Each day we continuously grow, and learn s/thing new about ourselves, therefore e9h day has another painting with a different array of colors.Life is yet a mystery, the painter above sees the entire picture of our future before we even paint it, and what a beautiful picture it is, so beautiful that it is priceless,So with that in mind, I embrace my new tomorow, and embrace today!&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-7532313787105909880?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/7532313787105909880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=7532313787105909880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7532313787105909880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7532313787105909880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-knows-who-knows.html' title='Who Knows? Who Knows?'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdUBesswOvI/AAAAAAAAASo/kWBwhQjyf4Q/s72-c/easel2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-3124680532355269322</id><published>2009-03-31T10:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:44:06.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Treadmill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIjRWnE1eI/AAAAAAAAASg/rD5DpUbTKmw/s1600-h/treadmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319352890912200162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIjRWnE1eI/AAAAAAAAASg/rD5DpUbTKmw/s200/treadmill.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 138px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like a treadmill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can control the pace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I like to walk slow today,Or do I want to run?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I game for incline or would I rather be on one flat plane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart beats faster when I run and it beats slowly when I walk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I question myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I like to walk slowly or do I want to run?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I want to climb the hill or would I rather walk easily on one flat plane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I enjoy the thrill when my heart races as I run or do I just like the steady heartbeat as I walk easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some like the challenge while others are happy with their lives simple and at ease,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which choice do I make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I question that daily ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I want this, and tommorrow I want that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the cool part about living, you get to "exercsize" along with the "treadmill" of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-3124680532355269322?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/3124680532355269322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=3124680532355269322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3124680532355269322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3124680532355269322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/03/treadmill.html' title='The Treadmill'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIjRWnE1eI/AAAAAAAAASg/rD5DpUbTKmw/s72-c/treadmill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-3711425046536346051</id><published>2009-03-29T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:44:24.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prejudged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIhFnbMSsI/AAAAAAAAASY/WKt5ahVavv8/s1600-h/judge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319350490244074178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIhFnbMSsI/AAAAAAAAASY/WKt5ahVavv8/s200/judge.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 177px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prejudged&lt;br /&gt;You look at me and you don't see the inside,You focus on my outter apperance and its a shame because you don't see the "real" me,&lt;br /&gt;You look and me and don't even get a chance to know what I stand for because you are too busy focusing on my circumstance and its a shame because you are missing out on "what could be".&lt;br /&gt;You look at me and you see the body of an old person,But what you really don't see is the heart, mind, and soul of a young girl, look deeper into my eyes and you would see them twinkle, that is the kid in me that is hiding behind the wrinkled body.&lt;br /&gt;You look at me and you see a wealthy man,You think that my life is as perfect as my pin striped suit and polished shoes,But it isn't so, I'm a sick man with only a matter of a few weeks to live.&lt;br /&gt;We all prejudge others whether we like to believe so or not,Things aren't what they seem to be ever,We can try to put ourself in someone elses shoes, but never will be able to do so.So don't be so quick to judge ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-3711425046536346051?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/3711425046536346051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=3711425046536346051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3711425046536346051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3711425046536346051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/03/prejudged.html' title='Prejudged'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIhFnbMSsI/AAAAAAAAASY/WKt5ahVavv8/s72-c/judge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5616763183160698585</id><published>2009-03-29T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:44:39.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIgb4zpMlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5pSoyVd82g/s1600-h/hope-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319349773355528786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIgb4zpMlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5pSoyVd82g/s200/hope-1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 136px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope,&lt;img alt="Align Left" border="0" class="gl_align_left" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're told that we are supposed to believe in it,&lt;br /&gt;But what if we continuously do so and see no answer, no outcome, no light at the end of the tunnel, or no pot of gold by the end of the rainbow,What now?&lt;br /&gt;Do we give up or do we continue to keep the faith?&lt;br /&gt;How long can one hold on,What if the grip is beginning to get looser as days go on?&lt;br /&gt;Do we tighten the grip or do we give up and let go?&lt;br /&gt;Each one of our lives leads us to think and feel that our hope will exist and at the end of the day we will have had the strength to go on until tommorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have it easier because we believe so clearly, so our hope exists easily,And then there are those who don't have it as easy, and as the days go on, the hope begins to fade,And then there are those who have such clear faith in the one above that no matter what the hope is still there.&lt;br /&gt;So where do you fit in, ask yourself, and if you don't like your answer then maybe its time for you to revaluate so you to can have hope that will enable you to live in this world and jeep you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5616763183160698585?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5616763183160698585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5616763183160698585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5616763183160698585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5616763183160698585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SdIgb4zpMlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5pSoyVd82g/s72-c/hope-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-4409465598489945771</id><published>2009-03-18T10:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:44:54.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/ScpoV_itPfI/AAAAAAAAASI/bPHCSN44TcM/s1600-h/cycle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317177037107838450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/ScpoV_itPfI/AAAAAAAAASI/bPHCSN44TcM/s200/cycle.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 193px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cycle,&lt;br /&gt;I fall in every time,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t learn my lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I am miss positive and expect the outcome to be different,&lt;br /&gt;Time and again I fall into the same trap,&lt;br /&gt;Yet again to get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever learn my lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure,&lt;br /&gt;My mind says one thing, but my heart is still hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;The cycle,&lt;br /&gt;I fall in every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4409465598489945771?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4409465598489945771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4409465598489945771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4409465598489945771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4409465598489945771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/03/cycle.html' title='The Cycle'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/ScpoV_itPfI/AAAAAAAAASI/bPHCSN44TcM/s72-c/cycle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-4789811281732797197</id><published>2009-02-24T15:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:45:14.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/ScpnqZuNV1I/AAAAAAAAASA/c7q45zZF8ZU/s1600-h/dress+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317176288221157202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/ScpnqZuNV1I/AAAAAAAAASA/c7q45zZF8ZU/s200/dress+up.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 128px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 125px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress-Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Am I hiding behind the mask?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it really me you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time a year we get to dress up,&lt;br /&gt;To pretend to be who you wanna be..&lt;br /&gt;What will I portray myself as?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a doctor or a nurse?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a little girl in school uniform?&lt;br /&gt;Superwoman or the wicked witch of the west?&lt;br /&gt;A pirate with one of my eyes covered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I dress up this year,&lt;br /&gt;Am I portraying who I wish I could be?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I hiding behind my mask?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;It is a mystery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4789811281732797197?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4789811281732797197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4789811281732797197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4789811281732797197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4789811281732797197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2009/02/dress-up.html' title='Dress Up'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/ScpnqZuNV1I/AAAAAAAAASA/c7q45zZF8ZU/s72-c/dress+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5860908076247389721</id><published>2008-11-25T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:45:52.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SSv5yWA321I/AAAAAAAAAQw/RggrWFv3G3U/s1600-h/24+hours.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272582432065313618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SSv5yWA321I/AAAAAAAAAQw/RggrWFv3G3U/s320/24+hours.png" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 312px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day in a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;What does a day mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;24 hours,&lt;br /&gt;What have you accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;How many smiles have you encouraged?&lt;br /&gt;How many lives have you touched?&lt;br /&gt;Did you make the most of every moment as if it were your last?&lt;br /&gt;Did you appreciate your health and how lucky you are to be alive and breathing?&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky and fortunate,&lt;br /&gt;Every day god gives us is a precious gift that is priceless and immeasurable to any materialistic object,&lt;br /&gt;So let's realize that and live life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5860908076247389721?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5860908076247389721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5860908076247389721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5860908076247389721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5860908076247389721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/day.html' title='A Day...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SSv5yWA321I/AAAAAAAAAQw/RggrWFv3G3U/s72-c/24+hours.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-4159155917484932570</id><published>2008-11-25T08:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:46:07.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Individuality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SSv5-JsgowI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4rug1v4AGlY/s1600-h/girl1blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272582634917110530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SSv5-JsgowI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4rug1v4AGlY/s200/girl1blue.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 152px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Individuality,&lt;br /&gt;Sense of style,&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid to walk to your own beat,&lt;br /&gt;Doing your own thing and not caring about what others think,&lt;br /&gt;Content with yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Inner peace and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Walking around with a smile knowing you're proud to be who you are,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like feeling unique and self confident about yourself,&lt;br /&gt;So strut your stuff and do it with a huge smile and a twinkle in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4159155917484932570?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4159155917484932570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4159155917484932570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4159155917484932570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4159155917484932570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/individuality.html' title='Individuality...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SSv5-JsgowI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4rug1v4AGlY/s72-c/girl1blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-6753839250696906990</id><published>2008-11-06T07:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:46:21.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn- What does change mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRLo7hYU_dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CoT2XchqDIo/s1600-h/AutumnTreesNlake-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265527023619866066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRLo7hYU_dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CoT2XchqDIo/s200/AutumnTreesNlake-L.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 159px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk down the streets of my neighborhood &amp;amp; I can't help but smile,&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are falling down from the trees,&lt;br /&gt;There is a rainbow of colors beneath my feet &amp;amp; all around me,&lt;br /&gt;Shades of maroon, red, light yellow, then darker yellows, and various greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow isn't it amazing how god created the trees leaves?&lt;br /&gt;It is windy outside and it is raining too,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help to think that this is god's way of speaking to me,&lt;br /&gt;He is saying that life is full of excitement and surprises,&lt;br /&gt;that it has different types of experiences that we go through,&lt;br /&gt;Just as a tree's leaves change color so to our own personal lives change constantly,&lt;br /&gt;We just need to take the time to pay attention to what is going on around us and concentrate on what we can do within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-6753839250696906990?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/6753839250696906990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=6753839250696906990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6753839250696906990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6753839250696906990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/autumn-what-does-change-mean.html' title='Autumn- What does change mean?'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRLo7hYU_dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CoT2XchqDIo/s72-c/AutumnTreesNlake-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-4160883115045975857</id><published>2008-11-05T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:46:36.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG4YpNtJgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oy7oCryNUj0/s1600-h/beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265192172892530178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG4YpNtJgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oy7oCryNUj0/s200/beach3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the sand beneath my feet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the waves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smell the saltwater,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is shining on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the kids playing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birds chirping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The splish splash of the people swimming makes me smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these things are so calming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes me away from the reality of life,and lets me be in my own world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my own space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I write poetry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I close my eyes and listen to music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am relaxed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4160883115045975857?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4160883115045975857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4160883115045975857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4160883115045975857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4160883115045975857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/beach.html' title='The Beach...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG4YpNtJgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oy7oCryNUj0/s72-c/beach3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1719622823010422058</id><published>2008-11-05T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:46:52.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working On Oneself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG3eRaQK6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/9eGWjR1Na1M/s1600-h/seesaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265191170070293410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG3eRaQK6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/9eGWjR1Na1M/s200/seesaw.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working on oneself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isnt an easy task,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G-d created man to perfect himself to become the best "ME" one can be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daily we struggle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some days are easier than others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we have to remember that G-d understands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can be a rollercoaster at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we have to pick ourselves up and keeping moving forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From every mistake we make we must learn a lesson from it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a tough situation arises you grow from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go through different stages in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we are really close to the almighty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And other times we feel distant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But remember G-d is out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gates of heaven are always open,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His hand is always stretched out for us to grab onto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is up to us to work on ourselves and obtaining the connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow I cant believe I just wrote this in like five min.. but my sister before she left gave me a beracha, a blessing and it inspired me to write this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1719622823010422058?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1719622823010422058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1719622823010422058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1719622823010422058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1719622823010422058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-on-oneself.html' title='Working On Oneself..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG3eRaQK6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/9eGWjR1Na1M/s72-c/seesaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-6118497002671388993</id><published>2008-11-05T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:47:12.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster Of Emotions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG2yr-yeUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QI1o4ycOO6o/s1600-h/G+%26+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265190421288614210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG2yr-yeUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QI1o4ycOO6o/s200/G+%26+L.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 153px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a pure soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A true jew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always striving to do better and do good for others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am gonna miss you so so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much it hurts inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am happy for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is what you want, and what you and your family need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place to feel at home, our holy homeland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will let you go,eventhough I dont want to let go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I hugged you this morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hugged you so tight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shed many tears and my heart hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will be missed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no matter how far away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will always be in my heart and soul sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those that dont know my sister Leah is made aliyah with her family to Tzfat, Israel! This poem was written in the summertime the morning that she left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-6118497002671388993?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/6118497002671388993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=6118497002671388993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6118497002671388993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6118497002671388993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/rollercoaster-of-emotions.html' title='Rollercoaster Of Emotions...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG2yr-yeUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QI1o4ycOO6o/s72-c/G+%26+L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1370548501861231775</id><published>2008-11-05T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:47:26.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Age...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG13Qbo25I/AAAAAAAAAPY/CQohhIt8VUA/s1600-h/adding-subtracting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265189400281144210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG13Qbo25I/AAAAAAAAAPY/CQohhIt8VUA/s320/adding-subtracting.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 189px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 143px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some say its just a number,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some say it stands for something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say with age comes wisdom but I don’t think that always stands true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think experience is what really amounts for someones “real” age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can learn new things from ones younger than us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can learn new things from ones older than us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With today’s technology its kinda hard to tell how old a person really is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With plastic surgery, and older people dressing like they are younger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost anyone can pass for young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say the new twenty is thirty and the new thirty is fourty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that’s the case is the new thirteen- twenty three?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does age really make a difference or is it just a number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1370548501861231775?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1370548501861231775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1370548501861231775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1370548501861231775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1370548501861231775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/age.html' title='Age...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRG13Qbo25I/AAAAAAAAAPY/CQohhIt8VUA/s72-c/adding-subtracting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-659989505832437797</id><published>2008-11-05T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:47:39.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loving Parent..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGzSGP23nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CWZ-2Z5zx9Y/s1600-h/parentwithchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265186562868960882" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGzSGP23nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CWZ-2Z5zx9Y/s200/parentwithchild.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 124px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Loving Parent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a parent means sacrificing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your whole mindset of life changes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your schedule is surrounded by another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meaning of life is upped another notch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nights of partying no longer mean much to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time spent with your child means everything to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience for another is no longer an option, it becomes second nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel blessed to have this gift of life brought into your world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-659989505832437797?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/659989505832437797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=659989505832437797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/659989505832437797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/659989505832437797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/loving-parent.html' title='A Loving Parent..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGzSGP23nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CWZ-2Z5zx9Y/s72-c/parentwithchild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1395799688139293642</id><published>2008-11-05T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:47:55.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressive..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGyj_7_XuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Bsq5QthOFfo/s1600-h/Busy-Mom-and-Housewife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265185770901036770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGyj_7_XuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Bsq5QthOFfo/s200/Busy-Mom-and-Housewife.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 187px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have so many reasons to feel down on life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G-d has given you so many rollercoasters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look at the positive in everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a great mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much patience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much love and care for your children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much belief in the almighty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I look up to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i think WOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is really a role model to us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this about a woman I know who is separated with five kids but still has so much faith in god, and is the best mom ever to her kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1395799688139293642?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1395799688139293642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1395799688139293642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1395799688139293642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1395799688139293642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/impressive.html' title='Impressive..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGyj_7_XuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Bsq5QthOFfo/s72-c/Busy-Mom-and-Housewife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1200706230566370044</id><published>2008-11-05T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:48:44.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewpoint..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGxyuH3b5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/B2OdPd17GaQ/s1600-h/Ying3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265184924305420178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGxyuH3b5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/B2OdPd17GaQ/s200/Ying3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viewpoint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the state of the mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times we feel quite unlucky because we look at things and say why and how come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we hear from others about the problems they have going on in their life and we begin to feel grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we all took our pile of problems and put them in the middle of a room I am almost sure that we would take our pile back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The grass is always greener on the other side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better to think positive and appreciate the good you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;,You never know what is going on in someone else's life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may look all rosey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you don't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't be jealous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead be grateful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all in the state of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1200706230566370044?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1200706230566370044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1200706230566370044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1200706230566370044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1200706230566370044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/viewpoint.html' title='Viewpoint..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGxyuH3b5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/B2OdPd17GaQ/s72-c/Ying3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2477462473690820857</id><published>2008-11-05T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:48:59.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love For Hashem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGwOZfdTAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/js5r_Xrhnn0/s1600-h/blue_sky_sailboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265183200780307458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGwOZfdTAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/js5r_Xrhnn0/s200/blue_sky_sailboat.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 133px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hashem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are so amazing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You do so much for me daily,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when I am sleeping miracles are going on in my body to keep me alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You watch over me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hold my hand every day and make sure I will be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Thank you so so much, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even express enough in my prayers to be able to praise you as much as you are deservant of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night especially you showed me how much you love and care for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sent me an angel to look out for me when something bad was supposed to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so so lucky to have you as my maker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To feel that love that a father feels for his child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I need something all I have to do is pray to you and your gates are wide open in heaven above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You count every tear I shed whether it be one of happiness or god forbid one of sadness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every good deed that I do you account for, and reward me for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The small miracles that you do for me daily I should be more appreciative of and not take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that I can feel the love I do for you at this moment always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs &lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2477462473690820857?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2477462473690820857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2477462473690820857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2477462473690820857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2477462473690820857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love-for-hashem.html' title='My Love For Hashem...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGwOZfdTAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/js5r_Xrhnn0/s72-c/blue_sky_sailboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-8161974314801130015</id><published>2008-11-05T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:49:13.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGvS3WkibI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4MVOsO76PA4/s1600-h/free_music_online.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265182178003945906" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGvS3WkibI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4MVOsO76PA4/s320/free_music_online.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 255px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to the sound of it lets you break free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound of it can make your feelings inside burst out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can make you smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can make you laugh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can bring back memories of the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can connect you to the almighty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music..So powerful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you god for creating talented people who can share their music with us so we can break free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-8161974314801130015?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8161974314801130015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=8161974314801130015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8161974314801130015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8161974314801130015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/music.html' title='Music...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGvS3WkibI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4MVOsO76PA4/s72-c/free_music_online.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2644992308864245244</id><published>2008-11-05T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:49:49.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly 9 years have passed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGudsbfCcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yHxa4raN9Lg/s1600-h/ayy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265181264538700226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGudsbfCcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yHxa4raN9Lg/s320/ayy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 242px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting in my bed last night and I began to think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nearly nine years have passed since you were born,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shed a few tears because of the happiness that I felt inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember it just like it was yesterday that you were an infant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your hair was cut at your upsherin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you got your first siddur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you just got your first chumash,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of the big boy that you have grown up to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daily you make me feel so lucky to have such a precious soul in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has given me a present, and I feel as though I have won the lottery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words cant describe the love that I feel inside for you, because it is immeasurable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Avi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2644992308864245244?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2644992308864245244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2644992308864245244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2644992308864245244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2644992308864245244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/nearly-9-years-have-passed.html' title='Nearly 9 years have passed...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGudsbfCcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yHxa4raN9Lg/s72-c/ayy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2581621357594765215</id><published>2008-11-05T07:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:50:04.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGZxs-ET-I/AAAAAAAAANo/v5jvGa0lQxo/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265158518536949730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGZxs-ET-I/AAAAAAAAANo/v5jvGa0lQxo/s320/friends.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 117px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 328px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does friendship mean?&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who is there for you in good times as well as the bad,&lt;br /&gt;It is having someone make you feel happy when you feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;It is someone who you can rely on at any given hour,&lt;br /&gt;To talk to and listen and let you laugh or cry with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our friends are those we have a lot in common with,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; other times our friends are people who are so different from us yet we connect,&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have the ability to make new friends wherever we go,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there are others who stick with that one or two good friends whom we have had since our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the world needs friendship,&lt;br /&gt;We all need someone to give us advice,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to chill with and giggle together,&lt;br /&gt;To create memories and look back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have such good friends in my life today,&lt;br /&gt;Without them I don't know where I would be.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need them they are there for me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2581621357594765215?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2581621357594765215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2581621357594765215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2581621357594765215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2581621357594765215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendship.html' title='Friendship...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGZxs-ET-I/AAAAAAAAANo/v5jvGa0lQxo/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5501316056306369091</id><published>2008-11-04T19:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:22:38.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom..</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you and hang out with you my heart gets even bigger and grows and grows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you as a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a letter my son wrote me tonight after we hung out for dinner as a treat since he got a 100 on his chumash test! I am so proud of my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5501316056306369091?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5501316056306369091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5501316056306369091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5501316056306369091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5501316056306369091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2454996145211271114</id><published>2008-11-04T09:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:50:25.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBifGHtcGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lupQEzYS-Pw/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816250754527330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBifGHtcGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lupQEzYS-Pw/s320/fam.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like it,&lt;br /&gt;So much love for one another,&lt;br /&gt;So much care that parents give to us,&lt;br /&gt;So much unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;At times we dont see eye to eye on things,&lt;br /&gt;But still at the end of the day no matter what they are there for you through thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt trade my family for the world,&lt;br /&gt;They are so precious and priceless to me,&lt;br /&gt;I hold them so dear in my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you G-d for giving me such wonderful parents, siblings, and of course such a beautiful son!&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had lunch with my mom and I realized how lucky I am to have her as a mother.. so it inspired me to write this. We should never take our loved ones for granted, and we should spend as much time together with them as possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2454996145211271114?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2454996145211271114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2454996145211271114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2454996145211271114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2454996145211271114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/family.html' title='Family..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBifGHtcGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lupQEzYS-Pw/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-6984358912298954974</id><published>2008-11-04T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:50:57.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang In There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBuk8UbBgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YWAcpIzXa8o/s1600-h/hands.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264829545342240258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBuk8UbBgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YWAcpIzXa8o/s320/hands.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang In there,&lt;br /&gt;I know today looks cloudy,and you worry about tommorow,&lt;br /&gt;But try and be positive,&lt;br /&gt;Think good and it will be good,&lt;br /&gt;We all have our ups &amp;amp; downs like rollercoasters,but that is what makes life interesting,&lt;br /&gt;If we didnt have the negative we could never appreciate the positive!&lt;br /&gt;A new year is beginning,&lt;br /&gt;So much for you to look forward to,&lt;br /&gt;So cheer up...&lt;br /&gt;Dont give up!&lt;br /&gt;It will all be okay before you know it! So be strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine is going through a tough time and that inspired me to write this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-6984358912298954974?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/6984358912298954974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=6984358912298954974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6984358912298954974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6984358912298954974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/hang-in-there.html' title='Hang In There!'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBuk8UbBgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YWAcpIzXa8o/s72-c/hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-4100247176479747977</id><published>2008-11-04T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:51:26.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story About My Mom- My Beautiful Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGtOVKaJMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HTY4FO-lxkQ/s1600-h/A+%26+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265179901083395266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGtOVKaJMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HTY4FO-lxkQ/s320/A+%26+G.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 212px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBjTN1Ey3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zYTsYiYJ5Y0/s1600-h/avi+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817146177047410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBjTN1Ey3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zYTsYiYJ5Y0/s320/avi+and+me.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a story that my son wrote to me today, I am moved and very very touched, I was working at my desk and he stapled a few pages together and surprised me with this note/ story/ poem whatever you would like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see her she puts a smile on my face and makes my heart grow even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;I give you hugs and kisses and I love you so so much.&lt;br /&gt;You take up the most space in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Avi Nahmias Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: How touching is this? I am so blessed Bli Ayin Harah, I wish you all the same from your children and godwilling if you dont have any from your future kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-4100247176479747977?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4100247176479747977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=4100247176479747977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4100247176479747977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/4100247176479747977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-about-my-mom-my-beautiful-mom.html' title='A Story About My Mom- My Beautiful Mom'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRGtOVKaJMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HTY4FO-lxkQ/s72-c/A+%26+G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1126246272147190876</id><published>2008-11-04T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:52:40.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of A Good Speaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBwhKSu6HI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yjekUCwQqU4/s1600-h/microphone-with-stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264831679397030002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBwhKSu6HI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yjekUCwQqU4/s200/microphone-with-stand.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 191px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The power of a good speaker,&lt;br /&gt;His words talk from his soul to yours,&lt;br /&gt;The insights really hit home,&lt;br /&gt;They move you,&lt;br /&gt;They make you want to change,&lt;br /&gt;They inspire you to become a better ME.&lt;br /&gt;So you continue to go to his lectures,&lt;br /&gt;So your soul begins to soar as the words of his soul talk to yours,&lt;br /&gt;So you begin to change,&lt;br /&gt;So you become a better ME and continue to do so daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights shuir from Rabbi Wallerstein really moved me.. and I felt these feelings of wanting to become a better ME, so I am sharing with my friends:), We all should take advantage of our time and make it useful, after all knowledge is power, and just as our body needs food so does our souls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1126246272147190876?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1126246272147190876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1126246272147190876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1126246272147190876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1126246272147190876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-good-speaker.html' title='The Power of A Good Speaker'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBwhKSu6HI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yjekUCwQqU4/s72-c/microphone-with-stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5846074681708751388</id><published>2008-11-03T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:53:12.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBu9DzDSOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wbks16haPrc/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264829959666616546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBu9DzDSOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wbks16haPrc/s320/question-mark.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I know you are out there,&lt;br /&gt;Up there in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;There are so many questions I would like to ask you,&lt;br /&gt;Like why do bad things happen to good people,&lt;br /&gt;Why do people die?&lt;br /&gt;Where do people go when they die?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the world such a horrible place?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we stay young &amp;amp; innocent forever?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a concept called pain?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we struggle all of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we get more time to enjoy the world around us?&lt;br /&gt;Why does time go by so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;There are so many questions I have for you the list doesn't end here...&lt;br /&gt;There are so many why's, when's, and where's,&lt;br /&gt;How come I pray to you but I don't know where my prayers go &amp;amp; how will I know if they will ever get answered?&lt;br /&gt;God please help me answer these questions that keep me pondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5846074681708751388?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5846074681708751388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5846074681708751388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5846074681708751388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5846074681708751388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBu9DzDSOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wbks16haPrc/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1753126664610106610</id><published>2008-11-03T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:54:05.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reb Shlomo's Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBjlT2rhOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CqYgy-P9vXk/s1600-h/slomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817457032037602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBjlT2rhOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CqYgy-P9vXk/s320/slomo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 222px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His music makes me want to sing from my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of the words make me close my eyes and connect to the almighty,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me cry,&lt;br /&gt;It makes my soul dance,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to break free,&lt;br /&gt;So I do,&lt;br /&gt;I dance,&lt;br /&gt;I jump up &amp;amp; down&amp;nbsp;and sing from my heart&amp;nbsp;and soul,&lt;br /&gt;So I smile,&lt;br /&gt;So I cry,&lt;br /&gt;So I think the meaning of the words &amp;amp; feel so proud to be a jew,&lt;br /&gt;To be able to dance with a stranger &amp;amp; feel so connected to her from this music is so amazing,&lt;br /&gt;So amazing to so many different walks of life breakfree &amp;amp; connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1753126664610106610?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1753126664610106610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1753126664610106610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1753126664610106610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1753126664610106610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/reb-shlomos-music.html' title='Reb Shlomo&apos;s Music'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBjlT2rhOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CqYgy-P9vXk/s72-c/slomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-6409938276058523315</id><published>2008-11-03T20:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:54:19.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBpgs-haII/AAAAAAAAAK4/ebF4J1_z6IM/s1600-h/Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264823974946236546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBpgs-haII/AAAAAAAAAK4/ebF4J1_z6IM/s320/Gift.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 120px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 120px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most don't get to know the real me,&lt;br /&gt;Most don't get to understand what makes me tick,&lt;br /&gt;Most don't see the "real" me,&lt;br /&gt;Most see only the surface, the superficial,&lt;br /&gt;Most may for for me for my outer appearance, my giftwrapping,&lt;br /&gt;Most don't get to see the real gift behind the wrapping,&lt;br /&gt;Once in my life I connected with someone who understood me,&lt;br /&gt;For one reason or another he wasnt for me and it hurt immensly,&lt;br /&gt;He sparked a part of me that was hidden for so long,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever find someone again who will ignite that spark again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us go for the giftwrap of a person and dont get to know the real gift beneath it,&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are blinded by the superficial of antoher whether it be money, looks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us shun someone good because his giftwrap doesn't come i nthe right design or shade,&lt;br /&gt;What a shame that is,&lt;br /&gt;We are missing out on so much,&lt;br /&gt;The gift is there it is hidden but we have to take the time to unravel that wrapping to get to the REAL gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-6409938276058523315?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/6409938276058523315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=6409938276058523315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6409938276058523315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6409938276058523315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBpgs-haII/AAAAAAAAAK4/ebF4J1_z6IM/s72-c/Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-7381644946079611366</id><published>2008-11-03T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:54:49.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Vs. Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBvIi7LfjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OuD3h5pPvkw/s1600-h/BeachJ450GREEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264830157000769074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBvIi7LfjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OuD3h5pPvkw/s320/BeachJ450GREEN.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 217px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacation,&lt;br /&gt;Serenity,&lt;br /&gt;Peacefulness,&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining,&lt;br /&gt;The waves of the blue ocean are talking,&lt;br /&gt;Calmness,&lt;br /&gt;I am in my own little island away from everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality,&lt;br /&gt;Work,&lt;br /&gt;Noise,&lt;br /&gt;Hustle &amp;amp; Bustle,&lt;br /&gt;Ratrace,&lt;br /&gt;Running all over the place,&lt;br /&gt;Havoc,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I could I could be on vacation forever...&lt;br /&gt;So every day if I would like to escape my reality I can,&lt;br /&gt;I can take myself to my own private island in my mind &amp;amp; escape my world,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; come back into my own little island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-7381644946079611366?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/7381644946079611366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=7381644946079611366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7381644946079611366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7381644946079611366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/vacation-vs-reality.html' title='Vacation Vs. Reality'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBvIi7LfjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OuD3h5pPvkw/s72-c/BeachJ450GREEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-7439186295536471002</id><published>2008-11-03T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:55:28.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBj7QAiKDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gJvPghVyp5o/s1600-h/avi+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817833956747314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBj7QAiKDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gJvPghVyp5o/s320/avi+car.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can one begin to describe the amount of love they feel in their heart for their child?&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that are felt inside are unimaginable,&lt;br /&gt;My heart overflows with joy and happiness every time I think of my son.&lt;br /&gt;His smile and disposition can light up my world.&lt;br /&gt;His giggle is contagious &amp;amp; his mind is so bright &amp;amp; keen,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in the world that I wouldn't do for him,&lt;br /&gt;I would sacrifice anything &amp;amp;; I mean anything this child means the world to me,&lt;br /&gt;He means so much that I can't even stretch my hands out so far,&lt;br /&gt;When I am away from him, I miss him,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I am with him I feel so blessed,&lt;br /&gt;God has given me a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;A special soul,&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate to have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cherish this soul forever,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; polish it till it is sparkling clean,&lt;br /&gt;I want to do the best for him &amp;amp; give him the most knowledge to become a better person,&lt;br /&gt;Teach him morals so he can treat others correctly,&lt;br /&gt;Give him as much love as possible so he can grow up with high self-regard ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; feel a calmness in his heart knowing he has a parent that will care for him always.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take advantage of the time I have with him and cherish this treasure forever,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be able to feel the love one day for his own as I have for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-7439186295536471002?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/7439186295536471002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=7439186295536471002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7439186295536471002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7439186295536471002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBj7QAiKDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gJvPghVyp5o/s72-c/avi+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-752120825524210045</id><published>2008-11-03T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:00:01.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About The Outlook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBkSwumfwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mbawQl321pI/s1600-h/dolcegabanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264818237876895490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBkSwumfwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mbawQl321pI/s320/dolcegabanna.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 154px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 294px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I see my cup half full,&lt;br /&gt;Or Do I see it half empty,&lt;br /&gt;Is the sky blue,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a shade of grey,&lt;br /&gt;Is my deck of cards one that has aces in it,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a losing hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the option to look beyond what meets the eye,&lt;br /&gt;We need to sometimes look out of the box to see what is really out there in the world for us.&lt;br /&gt;Some days are better than others,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel down,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel uplifted,&lt;br /&gt;We are human,&lt;br /&gt;We have feelings,&lt;br /&gt;We have a heart and a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as you remember that if you have a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;There is always a new tommorrow to look out for.&lt;br /&gt;Its all about your outlook and perspective,&lt;br /&gt;So put on those glasses and make sure they are clean,&lt;br /&gt;So that the next time you feel a day that may be a letdown you will be prepared to make it a sunny one for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-752120825524210045?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/752120825524210045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=752120825524210045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/752120825524210045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/752120825524210045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-about-outlook.html' title='It&apos;s All About The Outlook'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBkSwumfwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mbawQl321pI/s72-c/dolcegabanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2983452886195640389</id><published>2008-11-03T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:00:16.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating &amp; Introspecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBktqK787I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZKEArX19AAE/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264818699973161906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBktqK787I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZKEArX19AAE/s320/smiley.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So If we took out a few moments to think about what G-d has given us in life we would walk around with smiles on our faces,&lt;br /&gt;Thank G-d We have health,&lt;br /&gt;We have family,&lt;br /&gt;We have friends,&lt;br /&gt;We have LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;We have a state that lets us live as orthodox jews,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of inner peace and happiness when I think about all the good god has given me and my loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;And you my friends can feel the same way,&lt;br /&gt;If you just took a moment to think positively about the same only on your own level in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2983452886195640389?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2983452886195640389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2983452886195640389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2983452886195640389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2983452886195640389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/appreciating-introspecting.html' title='Appreciating &amp; Introspecting'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBktqK787I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZKEArX19AAE/s72-c/smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-8634528379994937480</id><published>2008-11-03T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:00:35.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only God Knows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBuLU-5QXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NBoU2WZjrmc/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264829105286234482" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBuLU-5QXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NBoU2WZjrmc/s320/clock.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 217px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that sometimes in life things happen at an inopportune time?&lt;br /&gt;Two people may meet &amp;amp; get along so well but the time isn't right?&lt;br /&gt;You can go on with your life &amp;amp; meet other people,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if you will cross the same path in life again?&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows,&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe if the two people are really meant for each other,then they will meet again sometime,&lt;br /&gt;If they don't and they meet another,&lt;br /&gt;Then they weren't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Man plans,&lt;br /&gt;God laughs,&lt;br /&gt;Only he sees the whole picture...&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we only get but one chance in life,Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows,&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-8634528379994937480?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8634528379994937480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=8634528379994937480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8634528379994937480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8634528379994937480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-god-knows.html' title='Only God Knows...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBuLU-5QXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NBoU2WZjrmc/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-7796705620173126598</id><published>2008-11-03T10:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:00:52.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBqJkjTy0I/AAAAAAAAALI/FlWkPWvNFQY/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264824677059251010" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBqJkjTy0I/AAAAAAAAALI/FlWkPWvNFQY/s320/peace.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 288px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May there be peace in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Peace among the Jews, Arabs, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Germans, etc.&lt;br /&gt;When will there be peace again in the world?&lt;br /&gt;This is a question we have all been wondering since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;In each neighborhood we have our own conflicts going on,&lt;br /&gt;We cannot change the entire world but maybe we can try and make a small change in our community &amp;amp; it will have a positive effect onto others,&lt;br /&gt;Every little bit counts although we may not realize it,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of sweetness here &amp;amp; there never hurt anyone,&lt;br /&gt;Spread a little sunshine on your community &amp;amp; the effects may shine on the world.&lt;br /&gt;If each person tried to to do one kind act a day we could shed some light onto this dark world &amp;amp; hopefully make it a better place to live in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys I know this doesnt seem so realistic but I am an optimist:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-7796705620173126598?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/7796705620173126598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=7796705620173126598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7796705620173126598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7796705620173126598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/peace.html' title='Peace...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBqJkjTy0I/AAAAAAAAALI/FlWkPWvNFQY/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2771485344522372935</id><published>2008-11-03T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:01:07.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting It..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBwCnBS02I/AAAAAAAAAMo/mxGdy2D0St0/s1600-h/compass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264831154532569954" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBwCnBS02I/AAAAAAAAAMo/mxGdy2D0St0/s200/compass.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 132px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people walk around their whole life and they dont get it,&lt;br /&gt;Some people walk around life trying to see what it is that will make them get it,&lt;br /&gt;And some are lucky enough to have acquired the knowledge and have gotten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get it,&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces of the puzzle now fit together,&lt;br /&gt;All those questions in our mind now have answers,&lt;br /&gt;Once you get it you have piece of mind and a burden has been lifted off your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Once you get it you can walk around with a smile on your face that shines from within you,&lt;br /&gt;Once you get it your eyes may start to sparkle expressing the sense of easiness you feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created man to look for it and get it,&lt;br /&gt;Once you have gotten it you can now begin life and live it correctly,&lt;br /&gt;Not only that you can now pass this gift on to others so they can pass it on to others,&lt;br /&gt;And so life is..either you get it or you don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2771485344522372935?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2771485344522372935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2771485344522372935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2771485344522372935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2771485344522372935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-it.html' title='Getting It..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBwCnBS02I/AAAAAAAAAMo/mxGdy2D0St0/s72-c/compass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2760632596796851460</id><published>2008-11-03T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:01:27.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBpu_VM3XI/AAAAAAAAALA/ypOt152yb8c/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264824220391366002" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBpu_VM3XI/AAAAAAAAALA/ypOt152yb8c/s320/heart.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 256px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is searching for it,&lt;br /&gt;Some search their whole life but cannot acquire it,&lt;br /&gt;Some find it at a young age and lose it,&lt;br /&gt;And some are lucky enough to have it all of their life till they grow old and grey.&lt;br /&gt;Love is accepting someone for both their good and their bad,&lt;br /&gt;It is getting inside of their head,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding what makes them tick, and acccepting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2760632596796851460?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2760632596796851460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2760632596796851460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2760632596796851460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2760632596796851460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBpu_VM3XI/AAAAAAAAALA/ypOt152yb8c/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5930873774554335888</id><published>2008-11-03T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:01:48.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBxavMXJiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dyIeHsD859w/s1600-h/siddur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264832668554962466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBxavMXJiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dyIeHsD859w/s320/siddur.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 253px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connection with God,&lt;br /&gt;Conversation without interruption,&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to the almighty,&lt;br /&gt;Pouring your heart out to him,&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your innermost feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Crying,&lt;br /&gt;Praising,&lt;br /&gt;Singing,&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude &amp;amp; thankfulness&lt;br /&gt;That is what prayer means to me,&lt;br /&gt;If only I would take advantage of the opportunity &amp;amp; pray more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5930873774554335888?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5930873774554335888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5930873774554335888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5930873774554335888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5930873774554335888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBxavMXJiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dyIeHsD859w/s72-c/siddur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-5101518668657444897</id><published>2008-11-03T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:02:04.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBrYE18kSI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lf3XRg-F4Bk/s1600-h/missing_puzzle_piece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264826025757151522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBrYE18kSI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lf3XRg-F4Bk/s320/missing_puzzle_piece.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like a puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;A whole bunch of pieces that need to fit together,&lt;br /&gt;At times we are confused and dont know where to find the missing pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Some search their entire life and have no clue where to look for them,&lt;br /&gt;Others don't even have to look because it all fits together and connects for them.&lt;br /&gt;Every person's life has a different puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;A different shape,&lt;br /&gt;A different number of pieces.&lt;br /&gt;God made us all different,&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has to figure out our own pieces that need to fit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-5101518668657444897?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5101518668657444897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=5101518668657444897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5101518668657444897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/5101518668657444897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/puzzle.html' title='Puzzle...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBrYE18kSI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lf3XRg-F4Bk/s72-c/missing_puzzle_piece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-7196794422494878147</id><published>2008-11-03T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:02:21.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBqskhZRAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2NkUQLdkf08/s1600-h/Lips_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264825278346642434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBqskhZRAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2NkUQLdkf08/s320/Lips_005.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 296px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speech,&lt;br /&gt;So powerful,&lt;br /&gt;A double-edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being able to say heartshattering words that can be so painful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a stab in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Only a few words can be said to hurt for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;At the opposite end of the spectrum,&lt;br /&gt;Speech,&lt;br /&gt;So powerful,&lt;br /&gt;A double-edged sword,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being able to say such calming, soothing, sympathizing, loving words which can be so comforting,&lt;br /&gt;Like a band-aid on a broken wound words can heal a person and have an effect for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;One never knows what kind of rippling effect his words can have so be careful and wise with the words you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-7196794422494878147?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/7196794422494878147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=7196794422494878147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7196794422494878147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7196794422494878147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/speech.html' title='Speech..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBqskhZRAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2NkUQLdkf08/s72-c/Lips_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2045072706154672520</id><published>2008-11-03T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:07:40.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartwarming Experience.. It REALLY Hit Home!</title><content type='html'>I drive to you for an hour or so,&lt;br /&gt;I prepare myself to meet you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to expect,&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year or so since I have visited,&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts &amp;amp; feelings go through my head,&lt;br /&gt;I get out of the car,&lt;br /&gt;Grab my tehillim and attempt to emotionally prepare myself,&lt;br /&gt;I put on my sunglasses and start to walk to your kever,&lt;br /&gt;I read those beautiful hebrew words that spell out your name and describe what type of person you were in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Tears start to stream down my cheeks,but it's okay because no one will see my sunglasses are covering my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I open my tehillim and I invision that you are right there with me in spirit,&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of freaky to think your body is beneath me but your soul is up there smiling down upon me and saying don't worry I am doing great up here and I am so proud of who you &amp;amp; Avi have become!&lt;br /&gt;So I start to talk to you and express exactly what I am thinking and feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you how lucky I am to have had you as a grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you how you that my son takes after you the person whom he has been named after,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you to daven and beckon to hashem with your zechutim on behalf of us down here on earth,&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for all the good memories that you left us here with.&lt;br /&gt;I recite a few different psalms of tehillim and I realize...&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky to be alive,&lt;br /&gt;We must appreciate our health, all the good things that g-d has given us,&lt;br /&gt;I walk out feeling so heartwarmed,&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to start a new year because I know you are holding my hand together with hashem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went with my dad to my Zeyde Chaim Avraham's Kever ( my son is named after him) and it inspired me to write this poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2045072706154672520?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2045072706154672520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2045072706154672520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2045072706154672520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2045072706154672520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/heartwarming-experience-it-really-hit.html' title='Heartwarming Experience.. It REALLY Hit Home!'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2668463608532253153</id><published>2008-11-03T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:08:00.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY, TOMMORROW, &amp; The PAST Of Course!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBr-wQOtFI/AAAAAAAAALg/hd1_0ghgmkQ/s1600-h/party+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264826690245145682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBr-wQOtFI/AAAAAAAAALg/hd1_0ghgmkQ/s320/party+dress.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 190px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 120px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must appreciate today,&lt;br /&gt;and we must appreciate tommorrow,&lt;br /&gt;We must learn from our past and correct our mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;We must live each day to its fullest as if it were our last!&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt save that outfit for that special occassion,&lt;br /&gt;If youre in the mood to wear it go for it!&lt;br /&gt;Don't save that special china for when the important guests come and visit, instead use it daily!Don't sweat the small stuff in life, instead let it slide,&lt;br /&gt;Don't frown for too long about what the girl said about you, instead think about the bad day that she had and realize it really wasn't what she meant to be saying.&lt;br /&gt;LIVE,&lt;br /&gt;BREATHE LIFE IN,&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY IT,&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT A SUNSET,&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH SO MUCH THAT IT HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2668463608532253153?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2668463608532253153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2668463608532253153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2668463608532253153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2668463608532253153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-tommorrow-past-of-course.html' title='TODAY, TOMMORROW, &amp; The PAST Of Course!'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBr-wQOtFI/AAAAAAAAALg/hd1_0ghgmkQ/s72-c/party+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-3525277092855730218</id><published>2008-11-03T09:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:09:06.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voices In My Head... Oh &amp; All Around Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBsO-3h6eI/AAAAAAAAALo/3dG7uChxxlc/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264826969045985762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBsO-3h6eI/AAAAAAAAALo/3dG7uChxxlc/s320/bb.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 191px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you hear about Amy?&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the girl next door how could she?&lt;br /&gt;And the rabbi's speech was too long,&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear Mr. Schwartz lost his job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip,&lt;br /&gt;We are all guilty of it,&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its so much fun to share what the voices in your head are telling you to say,&lt;br /&gt;And to listen when someone has something juicy to share,&lt;br /&gt;But think about how many peoples lives are at stake,&lt;br /&gt;How many persons hearts and souls are being affected,&lt;br /&gt;I know its really tough,&lt;br /&gt;Its so easy to share what the voices in your head are telling you and what others around you are speaking about...&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;I think we should all work on ourselves and try not to give in...&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you hear the voice in your head, or your gf say did you hear about ...&lt;br /&gt;Think about this poem and smile knowing you are trying to become a better ME and not hurt a better YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-3525277092855730218?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/3525277092855730218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=3525277092855730218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3525277092855730218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/3525277092855730218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/voices-in-my-head-oh-all-around-me.html' title='The Voices In My Head... Oh &amp; All Around Me...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBsO-3h6eI/AAAAAAAAALo/3dG7uChxxlc/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-7759585211656838707</id><published>2008-11-03T09:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:09:29.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBtv2FJ6qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5KjnSFRY9H8/s1600-h/direct_communication_marketing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264828633134525090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBtv2FJ6qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5KjnSFRY9H8/s320/direct_communication_marketing.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 215px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Communication really is the key to any relationship,&lt;br /&gt;Whether its a friendship,&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;Between parent and child,&lt;br /&gt;Or even amongst siblings,&lt;br /&gt;Speaking what's on your mind and telling the other person how you feel can make you feel so at ease,instead of wondering and keeping things bottled up inside,&lt;br /&gt;So next time you have something that you're questioning in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Have the guts and tell the other person,&lt;br /&gt;Or else you'll never know and the answer may be something that will make you feel relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-7759585211656838707?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/7759585211656838707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=7759585211656838707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7759585211656838707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/7759585211656838707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBtv2FJ6qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5KjnSFRY9H8/s72-c/direct_communication_marketing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2173182056595101389</id><published>2008-11-03T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:10:27.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting.. On the past year and the one to come..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBsp1dTNfI/AAAAAAAAALw/TM6lAgc-8kU/s1600-h/scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264827430376519154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBsp1dTNfI/AAAAAAAAALw/TM6lAgc-8kU/s320/scale.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 280px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its a day before Rosh Hashana,&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the new jewish year,&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow night we will all be judged,&lt;br /&gt;It is in fact a frightening thought,&lt;br /&gt;G-d up there in the heavens is going to be counting all the good and bad deeds that I have done this past year,&lt;br /&gt;So we try and reflect on what we have done and how we can become better people,&lt;br /&gt;So the week before we work on not talking loshon harah,On helping out a friend and going the extra mile,&lt;br /&gt;We look back and reflect and think what could I have done better?&lt;br /&gt;Which mistakes have I made that I can learn from?&lt;br /&gt;Which friendships should I let go because those friends are negative influences on me?&lt;br /&gt;Which person has really hurt me so bad that I have to let go?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life a person may hurt you and not even notice it and think that they can let you in and out of their life when they think they need you,&lt;br /&gt;So those type of friendships are ones that you need to let go for your own inner peace,&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those friendships where you were the one who didnt give the 100% and others will need to let go of you,&lt;br /&gt;So these few days before the Holy Holidays- The Eseret Yimay Teshuva are the days that we should be reflecting on the past and recognizing what we have to do to make our present and future a better one.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be easy for us to come to terms with certain things and to actualize our wrongings, but it takes a big PERSON to do so,&lt;br /&gt;So I bless you my dear friends, that this year we should all be able to surround ourselves by good friends who bring out the best in US and that we should be able to bring out the best in THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2173182056595101389?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2173182056595101389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2173182056595101389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2173182056595101389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2173182056595101389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflecting-on-past-year-and-one-to-come.html' title='Reflecting.. On the past year and the one to come..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBsp1dTNfI/AAAAAAAAALw/TM6lAgc-8kU/s72-c/scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2923801691620216578</id><published>2008-11-03T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:10:46.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound Of The Shofar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBtMdni6zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/s54PVdr60OU/s1600-h/shofar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264828025272462130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBtMdni6zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/s54PVdr60OU/s320/shofar.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 253px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday and today as I stood in shul and prayed I couldn't help but think of what these words we say year after year actually mean,&lt;br /&gt;So I took the time as I said each word to ponder about them,&lt;br /&gt;We speak to god and ask him for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;We talk about how the sound of the shofar was blown back in the time of har sinai, and how we long and yearn to hear it again at the time of moshiach when we will all be gathered from all corners of the earth all walks of life together in the beit hamikdash,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the shofar to me was an awakening to repent and become better it was a time for me to beckon for myself, my loved ones, and for all jews,&lt;br /&gt;It also gave me a sense of something to look forward to the new year,&lt;br /&gt;A bright future for all of jewish mankind.&lt;br /&gt;So this Rosh Hashanah for me was almost as if it were the first for me because I took a new light onto the meaning of this holy holiday and the beautiful sounds that came out from the shofar!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this new poem I have written can also enlighten you my dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2923801691620216578?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2923801691620216578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2923801691620216578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2923801691620216578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2923801691620216578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/sound-of-shofar.html' title='The Sound Of The Shofar..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBtMdni6zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/s54PVdr60OU/s72-c/shofar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-8926500584912555593</id><published>2008-11-03T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:11:11.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Licha Dodi Will Never Be The Same..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRByurMIelI/AAAAAAAAANA/6qJ0DACKOag/s1600-h/kid+siddur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264834110589270610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRByurMIelI/AAAAAAAAANA/6qJ0DACKOag/s320/kid+siddur.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 259px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 180px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my son didnt want to go to shul,&lt;br /&gt;So I thought if he wont go to shul then I will bring the shul to him,&lt;br /&gt;So I explained to him every Friday night the shabbat queen comes to every jewish persons home,&lt;br /&gt;She looks around and sees do the people behave nicely at the table where there is no fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Do the kids keep quiet during kiddush and hometzei?&lt;br /&gt;If they do she is proud and knows that shabbat rests in their home,&lt;br /&gt;He told me mom I cant see the shabbat queen she must be invisible,&lt;br /&gt;I told him close your eyes and feel with your heart, if you do so you will feel her presence,&lt;br /&gt;So he then closed his eyes, and tried to feel really hard with his heart,&lt;br /&gt;He opened his eyes and said mom I feel the shabbat queen is here and she even gave me a hug,&lt;br /&gt;I sang the nigun for Licha Dodi,&lt;br /&gt;He sang along,&lt;br /&gt;Then we sang the words together for the first time ever,&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him what they meant,&lt;br /&gt;I told him the best part is yet to come we get to bow down and greet the shabbat queen,&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;We got up and both bowed down, and turned around and bowed down again!&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad came home &amp;amp; Avi even sat an extra place seating at the shabbat table for the shabbat queen!&lt;br /&gt;To me this was so pure and powerful!&lt;br /&gt;I had passed down to my son what the spirit of shabbat is and one day he will be able to retell this story to his own child!&lt;br /&gt;My job this shabbat was accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-8926500584912555593?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8926500584912555593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=8926500584912555593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8926500584912555593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/8926500584912555593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/licha-dodi-will-never-be-same.html' title='Licha Dodi Will Never Be The Same..'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRByurMIelI/AAAAAAAAANA/6qJ0DACKOag/s72-c/kid+siddur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-1505368177330335772</id><published>2008-11-03T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:11:51.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Strange...</title><content type='html'>Its so strange,&lt;br /&gt;In life you can be so close to a person,&lt;br /&gt;Spend every day with that person for hours,&lt;br /&gt;Bring them into your inner circle of friends, family and even your child,&lt;br /&gt;Then you realize for one reason or another that you aren't 4 each other so you break up,&lt;br /&gt;Months then pass and you try to heal,&lt;br /&gt;But its really tough, memories still linger in your head,&lt;br /&gt;You go through your album and find tons of captured moments which then makes you reminisce,&lt;br /&gt;I am human,I try and be strong and courageous although sometimes it is tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-1505368177330335772?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1505368177330335772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=1505368177330335772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1505368177330335772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/1505368177330335772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-strange.html' title='So Strange...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2042899977957007394</id><published>2008-11-03T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:12:08.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBzLp5nh5I/AAAAAAAAANI/Tlj0oVba_5I/s1600-h/thank-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264834608459384722" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBzLp5nh5I/AAAAAAAAANI/Tlj0oVba_5I/s320/thank-you.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 213px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Yom Kippur made me realize in so many ways that I have to say thank you god,I walked my 92 year old grandmother down the steps of the shul and four blocks to her house and saw that it took 15 minutes to walk down a block and it takes me less than one, so thank you god for giving me two feet that walk so easily,I saw this man outside of shul who was middle-aged but not mentally well, so thank you god for giving me a brain that functions properly,I helped this woman who unfortunately is separated from her husband with five kids and cannot get her get for the past two years so thank you god for my independence,In life daily god does so much for us and we take it for granted,We must say thanks to our father up above and appreciate what good things he gives us daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2042899977957007394?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2042899977957007394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2042899977957007394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2042899977957007394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2042899977957007394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank You God!'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBzLp5nh5I/AAAAAAAAANI/Tlj0oVba_5I/s72-c/thank-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-2975440840814435110</id><published>2008-11-03T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:12:29.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simchas Beit hashuevah.. My Experience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRB2Zm7esgI/AAAAAAAAANg/-yaEXPnYHYU/s1600-h/jews+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264838146714939906" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRB2Zm7esgI/AAAAAAAAANg/-yaEXPnYHYU/s320/jews+dancing.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 215px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBz0Q3NeFI/AAAAAAAAANY/MTpqwO0jzUI/s1600-h/israel_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264835306113038418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBz0Q3NeFI/AAAAAAAAANY/MTpqwO0jzUI/s320/israel_flag.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 238px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, October 19, 2008 at 8:35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the streets of crown heights with my girlfriend,We wonder what to anticipate because we hear the music and the noise of the masses,We arrive to see..All walks of life from all different parts of the world,Srugies, Black Hats, velvet kippahs, suede ones too, and even some who dont even wear a head covering,But one things for sure,All of these men are happy, they are singing, waving HUGE flags, and rejoicing together,They are sharing their feelings together that we are united by one force, the almighty,who is such a great power,The shechinah is shining on their faces,God looked down from the sky last night and smiled,He smiled because he knew all of his children, big and small, short and tall,Were all their for one purpose,To share their love in their hearts, and embrace each other and get high on life- on torah- on love!But this was a real true high that no alcohol or drug out there could bottle,It was pure and innocent!So last night as I was there looking at the masses from every different spectrum,I smiled, I felt at peace, I felt so so happy, I felt like I was on a high!I wanted to dance, I wanted to sing,So I sang,So I swayed from side to side,And I know that one day, we will ALL be together dancing and rejoicing and singing,But it will be multiplied by millions and we will be by the beit hamikdash in Jerusalem.Godwilling this year,So my dear friends when I saw the chabadniks waving those flags that said moshiach,I thought of the concept of Ani Mamin Bemunah Shlema Biviyat Hamashiach- We have to truly believe in the coming of moshiach, because if we do, and we try to perfect ourselves it can become a reality!Its only a matter of time!May we all be zoche to be there very very Soon &amp;amp; rejoice MUCH MUCH MORE than we did last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am NOT chabad, but this experience last night moved me, so I thought Id share..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-2975440840814435110?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2975440840814435110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=2975440840814435110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2975440840814435110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/2975440840814435110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/simchas-beit-hashuevah-my-experience.html' title='Simchas Beit hashuevah.. My Experience...'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRB2Zm7esgI/AAAAAAAAANg/-yaEXPnYHYU/s72-c/jews+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088835219162706551.post-6039093640916647557</id><published>2008-11-03T09:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:12:47.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Own World...'/><title type='text'>In My Own World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBzbYH8ePI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KZZ8Bg4ugrQ/s1600-h/ipodnano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264834878565546226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBzbYH8ePI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KZZ8Bg4ugrQ/s320/ipodnano.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 104px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 141px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk the streets,&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to my ipod,&lt;br /&gt;The music is food for my heart, mind, and soul&lt;br /&gt;I escape from reality,&lt;br /&gt;The cars are honking,&lt;br /&gt;People are walking by,&lt;br /&gt;But I dont seem to realize any of this,&lt;br /&gt;I am in my own world,&lt;br /&gt;My own space,&lt;br /&gt;My own paradise away from it all,&lt;br /&gt;I smile from ear to ear,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is singing,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is drifting to my own planet,&lt;br /&gt;My soul is yearning,&lt;br /&gt;In my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Giti Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088835219162706551-6039093640916647557?l=gitifuchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/feeds/6039093640916647557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088835219162706551&amp;postID=6039093640916647557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6039093640916647557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088835219162706551/posts/default/6039093640916647557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gitifuchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-my-own-world.html' title='In My Own World'/><author><name>Giti Fuchs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481892024068891707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPdihWPOMaw/SRBzbYH8ePI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KZZ8Bg4ugrQ/s72-c/ipodnano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
