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		<title>By: Compassion dave</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2371</link>
		<dc:creator>Compassion dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:08:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;*although perhaps not a &#8216;good&#8217; story
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*although perhaps not a &#8216;good&#8217; story</p>
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		<title>By: Compassion dave</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2370</link>
		<dc:creator>Compassion dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:06:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;That&#8217;s a rhetorical question right?&#160; Is it not amazing that we both know that it is, yet I still feel compelled to respond.&#160; I digress.&#160;
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Perhaps it is because I live a &#8216;column one&#8217; kind of existence.&#160; Or perhaps it is because I have few friends--a gazillion acquaintances maybe, but few friends.&#160; I suspect that the folks who consider themselves to be my friend might be shocked to know that I don&#8217;t truly see them that way.&#160; It&#8217;s not that they aren&#8217;t friendly, but rather that I hold my definitions of words to a higher, albeit semantical, standard.&#160;
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Take the word &#8216;good&#8217; for example.&#160; It is my firm belief that the word &#8216;good&#8217; should only appear in sentences where God&#8217;s name is used.&#160; The fact that we misuse it continually (&quot;boy, this meatloaf is good,&#8221; or, &#8220;For Sale: 1973 Ford Pinto; good condition, &#8220; or the ever popular, &#8220;free to good home,&#8221; as if such a thing existed), only serves to devalue the word and God simultaneously.&#160; But I digress.
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Here&#8217;s the way I see it (without any further digressions); at the top of my &#8216;top ten list&#8217; of my &#8216;top priorities&#8217; there is only one name: Jesus Christ.&#160; I suspect it is the same with everyone else reading this diatribe.&#160; However, for me, there is no number two, or three, etc. on my list, despite the fact I have a wife, and children, and a friend or two I love dearly.&#160; There is no number 2 on my list because I am in th practice of allowing God to dictate what my priorities are to be.&#160;  Essentially there are only 2 slots on my top-ten list: # 1 is Jesus and # 2 is whoever (or whatever) He says # 2 is--and that changes moment by moment.&#160; I think I am digressing again.
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Anyway, all that is to say, much of the column-one stuff I do (less American Idol and 24) is what the Lord would have me do.&#160; The &#8216;good&#8217; part is that &#8216;Jesus&#8217; (that&#8217;s what I&#8217;m talking about!) orchestrates much of the other stuff (sunsets, walks on the beach, puppies) into my life in chunks I can swallow (or endure when it comes to playing house with my daughter).&#160; I guess what I am trying to say (finally) is that I&#8217;m not gonna get too upset if I find myself in a column where the grass is seemingly greener.&#160; That fact that I belabored the issue clearly demonstrates that a story can be found in any alley.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s a rhetorical question right?&nbsp; Is it not amazing that we both know that it is, yet I still feel compelled to respond.&nbsp; I digress.&nbsp;
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Perhaps it is because I live a &#8216;column one&#8217; kind of existence.&nbsp; Or perhaps it is because I have few friends&#8211;a gazillion acquaintances maybe, but few friends.&nbsp; I suspect that the folks who consider themselves to be my friend might be shocked to know that I don&#8217;t truly see them that way.&nbsp; It&#8217;s not that they aren&#8217;t friendly, but rather that I hold my definitions of words to a higher, albeit semantical, standard.&nbsp;
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Take the word &#8216;good&#8217; for example.&nbsp; It is my firm belief that the word &#8216;good&#8217; should only appear in sentences where God&#8217;s name is used.&nbsp; The fact that we misuse it continually (&#8220;boy, this meatloaf is good,&#8221; or, &#8220;For Sale: 1973 Ford Pinto; good condition, &#8220; or the ever popular, &#8220;free to good home,&#8221; as if such a thing existed), only serves to devalue the word and God simultaneously.&nbsp; But I digress.
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Here&#8217;s the way I see it (without any further digressions); at the top of my &#8216;top ten list&#8217; of my &#8216;top priorities&#8217; there is only one name: Jesus Christ.&nbsp; I suspect it is the same with everyone else reading this diatribe.&nbsp; However, for me, there is no number two, or three, etc. on my list, despite the fact I have a wife, and children, and a friend or two I love dearly.&nbsp; There is no number 2 on my list because I am in th practice of allowing God to dictate what my priorities are to be.&nbsp;  Essentially there are only 2 slots on my top-ten list: # 1 is Jesus and # 2 is whoever (or whatever) He says # 2 is&#8211;and that changes moment by moment.&nbsp; I think I am digressing again.
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Anyway, all that is to say, much of the column-one stuff I do (less American Idol and 24) is what the Lord would have me do.&nbsp; The &#8216;good&#8217; part is that &#8216;Jesus&#8217; (that&#8217;s what I&#8217;m talking about!) orchestrates much of the other stuff (sunsets, walks on the beach, puppies) into my life in chunks I can swallow (or endure when it comes to playing house with my daughter).&nbsp; I guess what I am trying to say (finally) is that I&#8217;m not gonna get too upset if I find myself in a column where the grass is seemingly greener.&nbsp; That fact that I belabored the issue clearly demonstrates that a story can be found in any alley.</p>
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		<title>By: Tim Bailey</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2369</link>
		<dc:creator>Tim Bailey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 14:18:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;About the same, actually. Lotsa cool things happening out there where I can&#8217;t be. I&#8217;m glad I can tell those stories too, not just those from my immediate physical surroundings.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>About the same, actually. Lotsa cool things happening out there where I can&#8217;t be. I&#8217;m glad I can tell those stories too, not just those from my immediate physical surroundings.</p>
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		<title>By: The Secret Life of Kat</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2368</link>
		<dc:creator>The Secret Life of Kat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 01:29:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Well said, Shaun. Well said.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well said, Shaun. Well said.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy @ My Friend Amy</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2367</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy @ My Friend Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 01:06:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;In order to have something to talk about online I have to be engaged in real life duh. &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.shaungroves.com/images/smileys/wink.gif&quot; width=&quot;19&quot; height=&quot;19&quot; alt=&quot;wink&quot; style=&quot;border:0;&quot; /&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In order to have something to talk about online I have to be engaged in real life duh. <img src="http://www.shaungroves.com/images/smileys/wink.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="wink" style="border:0;" /></p>
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		<title>By: Stretch Mark Mama</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2366</link>
		<dc:creator>Stretch Mark Mama</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 22:12:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Have you heard Brian Unger&#8217;s Twitter report? &lt;a href=&quot;http://tinyurl.com/bodl2b&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;http://tinyurl.com/bodl2b&lt;/a&gt; (3 minutes of awesomeness)
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Hubs and I always talk about our online friends like they&#8217;re real. Which they are, of course. But I &#8216;spose it&#8217;s not the same. &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.shaungroves.com/images/smileys/wink.gif&quot; width=&quot;19&quot; height=&quot;19&quot; alt=&quot;wink&quot; style=&quot;border:0;&quot; /&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have you heard Brian Unger&#8217;s Twitter report? <a href="http://tinyurl.com/bodl2b" rel="nofollow">http://tinyurl.com/bodl2b</a> (3 minutes of awesomeness)
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Hubs and I always talk about our online friends like they&#8217;re real. Which they are, of course. But I &#8216;spose it&#8217;s not the same. <img src="http://www.shaungroves.com/images/smileys/wink.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="wink" style="border:0;" /></p>
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		<title>By: emma</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2365</link>
		<dc:creator>emma</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 21:21:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;wow, this hits hard today. thanks.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>wow, this hits hard today. thanks.</p>
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		<title>By: dub</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2364</link>
		<dc:creator>dub</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 18:32:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Sounds like a great idea.&#160; I bet I&#8217;d have a whole lot of things to twitter about.&#160; Wait, what?
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sounds like a great idea.&nbsp; I bet I&#8217;d have a whole lot of things to twitter about.&nbsp; Wait, what?</p>
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		<title>By: boomama</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2363</link>
		<dc:creator>boomama</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:49:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I don&#8217;t know - Melanie and I just talked about last week&#8217;s &#8220;30 Rock&#8221; for a solid 15 minutes and laughed our stinkin&#8217; heads off. &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.shaungroves.com/images/smileys/grin.gif&quot; width=&quot;19&quot; height=&quot;19&quot; alt=&quot;grin&quot; style=&quot;border:0;&quot; /&gt;
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But yes. You&#8217;re right. Point well taken, my friend.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t know &#8211; Melanie and I just talked about last week&#8217;s &#8220;30 Rock&#8221; for a solid 15 minutes and laughed our stinkin&#8217; heads off. <img src="http://www.shaungroves.com/images/smileys/grin.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="grin" style="border:0;" />
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But yes. You&#8217;re right. Point well taken, my friend.</p>
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		<title>By: Susan Charest</title>
		<link>http://shaungroves.com/2009/03/choosing-a-day-full-of-stories/#comment-2362</link>
		<dc:creator>Susan Charest</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:02:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I just had lunch with Andrew, my 4 year old.&#160; In 30 minutes, I was entertained by:
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-  him calling his watery eyes, &#8220;eye sweat&#8221;
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-  when he talks, he constantly positions his fingers in the &#8220;I LOVE YOU&#8221; sign - because he thinks it&#8217;s cool.
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-  survival technique that he created himself, telling me that if anyone every tried to take him at the mall, he would act like a statue, and they would think that he wasn&#8217;t real.&#160; But he said that he hasn&#8217;t thought through on what to do if they try to buy him.
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-  after eating 4 carrots, he now claimed to have the eagle eye, and said that he could see deep into outer space.
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- And lastly, one in which I&#8217;m still pondering on how to answer, he asked why girls couldn&#8217;t take their shirts off in the summer?.. he wanted to know if it&#8217;s because they make breast milk?
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OK&#8230; gotta run now and get back to the real interesting stuff....
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just had lunch with Andrew, my 4 year old.&nbsp; In 30 minutes, I was entertained by:<br />
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-  him calling his watery eyes, &#8220;eye sweat&#8221;<br />
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-  when he talks, he constantly positions his fingers in the &#8220;I LOVE YOU&#8221; sign &#8211; because he thinks it&#8217;s cool.<br />
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-  survival technique that he created himself, telling me that if anyone every tried to take him at the mall, he would act like a statue, and they would think that he wasn&#8217;t real.&nbsp; But he said that he hasn&#8217;t thought through on what to do if they try to buy him.<br />
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-  after eating 4 carrots, he now claimed to have the eagle eye, and said that he could see deep into outer space.<br />
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- And lastly, one in which I&#8217;m still pondering on how to answer, he asked why girls couldn&#8217;t take their shirts off in the summer?.. he wanted to know if it&#8217;s because they make breast milk?
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OK&#8230; gotta run now and get back to the real interesting stuff&#8230;.</p>
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