<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080</id><updated>2009-10-13T19:56:37.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories &amp; More</title><subtitle type='html'>A little of this and that.
&lt;p&gt;I'm just sharing some stories and quotes that I got from surfing the net.
&lt;p&gt;I'll be adding more stuff soon...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-8480955728881411262</id><published>2007-04-18T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:26:01.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Live My Life Again</title><summary type='text'>from http://www.quotesandsayings.com/If I could live my life again, I'd laugh at my misfortunes more and other people's predicaments less. Spend more time counting my blessings, less time scrutinizing my blemishes.   I'd spend more time playing with my children and grandchildren, less time watching professional athletes perform. More time enjoying what I have, less time thinking about the things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/8480955728881411262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=8480955728881411262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/8480955728881411262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/8480955728881411262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-i-could-live-my-life-again.html' title='If I Could Live My Life Again'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-4027107061890763546</id><published>2007-04-18T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:43:28.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes [Part 3]</title><summary type='text'> Men who are resolved to find a way for themselves will always find opportunities enough; and if they do not find them, they will make them.Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds. --John DrydenWise men don't need advice. Fools won't take it."You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment unless you trust enough.""The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/4027107061890763546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=4027107061890763546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/4027107061890763546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/4027107061890763546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/04/quotes-part-3.html' title='Quotes [Part 3]'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-8857845336984743682</id><published>2007-04-18T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:08:53.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acution.ph</title><summary type='text'>myLot User Profile</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/8857845336984743682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=8857845336984743682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/8857845336984743682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/8857845336984743682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/04/acutionph.html' title='Acution.ph'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-674053304784226073</id><published>2007-04-06T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:00:19.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patch Adams quotes</title><summary type='text'>  "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep."" What's wrong with death sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can't we treat death with a certain amount of humanity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/674053304784226073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=674053304784226073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/674053304784226073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/674053304784226073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/04/patch-adams-quotes.html' title='Patch Adams quotes'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huEwCO0vkwo/Rhc5kWHqR4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VWPetitFATo/s72-c/Patch_adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-4677272490730331901</id><published>2007-03-19T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:40:46.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes [Part 2]</title><summary type='text'>always smile in the morningit makes people wonder what you did last nightEver have one of those dayswhere you hate the world,and anything that happens,even dropping your pen,makes you want to break down and cry?WHEN LiFE GETS YOU TO THE POiNT WHERE YOU COULD CARE LESSiF YOU LiVE OR DiE &amp; WHEN THE PEOPLE YOU WiSH YOU COULD COUNT ONARENT THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEED THEM .THE ONLY ONE YOU COULD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/4677272490730331901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=4677272490730331901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/4677272490730331901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/4677272490730331901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/03/quotes-part-2.html' title='Quotes [Part 2]'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-3257147206681475688</id><published>2007-03-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:55:53.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Humans are so SCARYFinding Nemo SushiHorny RemoverFancy Thai Restaurant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/3257147206681475688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=3257147206681475688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/3257147206681475688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/3257147206681475688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-pictures.html' title='Funny Pictures'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-4765628948397359344</id><published>2007-03-16T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:51:55.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Fork</title><summary type='text'> Keep your ForkThe best is yet to come!  There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and  had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order"  she contacted her Priest and had him come to her house to discuss certain  aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the  service, what scriptures she would like read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/4765628948397359344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=4765628948397359344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/4765628948397359344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/4765628948397359344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/03/keep-your-fork.html' title='Keep Your Fork'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-4747284623642468627</id><published>2007-03-16T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:51:14.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk  paper wrapped package: "This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package." He  unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box. "She got this  the first time we went to New York , 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on,  was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is it.  He got near the bed and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/4747284623642468627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=4747284623642468627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/4747284623642468627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/4747284623642468627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/03/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-3191731231774541105</id><published>2007-03-16T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:42:02.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Rules of Life</title><summary type='text'>1. Gardening Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a  weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground  easily, it is a valuable plant.  2. The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a  replacement.  3. Never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.  4. There are two kinds of pedestrians -- the quick and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/3191731231774541105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=3191731231774541105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/3191731231774541105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/3191731231774541105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/03/few-rules-of-life.html' title='A Few Rules of Life'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-50986272368332834</id><published>2007-03-16T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:39:49.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brave Tin Soldier</title><summary type='text'>by Hans Christian AndersenTHERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who were all brothers, for they  had been made out of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered arms and looked  straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue. The first thing  in the world they ever heard were the words, "Tin soldiers!" uttered by a little  boy, who clapped his hands with delight when the lid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/50986272368332834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=50986272368332834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/50986272368332834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/50986272368332834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/03/brave-tin-soldier.html' title='The Brave Tin Soldier'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-7313942423451126192</id><published>2007-03-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:45:03.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it felt weird to be sitting beside you in your car again'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Quotes [part 1]</title><summary type='text'>These are quotes I've collected from all over the web. Thanks to them. lol.And so our adventure endsand some of us found our heroes,and others conquered their fears.One might say we even triumphed.I'm not so sure it happened that dayor that summer, but somehow, we allfelt older and different.I knew I'd never forget any of itand I decided I wasn't going to let itend because I realized we're not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/7313942423451126192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=7313942423451126192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/7313942423451126192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/7313942423451126192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-quotes-part-1.html' title='Beautiful Quotes [part 1]'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116206969627399080.post-6745826996219895598</id><published>2007-03-16T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T07:55:31.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hans christian andersen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian andersen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little match girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little match girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andersen'/><title type='text'>The Little Match Girl</title><summary type='text'>by Hans Christian AndersenMost terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/feeds/6745826996219895598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5116206969627399080&amp;postID=6745826996219895598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/6745826996219895598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116206969627399080/posts/default/6745826996219895598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stories-n-more.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-match-girl.html' title='The Little Match Girl'/><author><name>d00d00</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01406317413554442700'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>