<?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-8530761706198852199</id><updated>2012-02-11T22:14:56.597-06:00</updated><category term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Rave'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='&quot;Writings&quot; &quot;Book&quot; &quot;Thoughts&quot;  &quot;Personal&quot;'/><category term='Hurt'/><category term='Addiction'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Personal Though'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='Søren Kierkegaard'/><category term='Disease'/><title type='text'>Random Falling Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>This site will be about Random Thoughts that Fall throughout the day and night. I will, sometimes, use my photography to help express these feelings and thoughts...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-7913924048608233243</id><published>2012-01-25T06:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:57:12.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25: Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/6759954389/" title="Day 25: Texas"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6759954389_021107d5db.jpg" alt="Day 25: Texas by RMStringer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/6759954389/"&gt;Day 25: Texas&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 25: Texas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-7913924048608233243?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7913924048608233243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=7913924048608233243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7913924048608233243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7913924048608233243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-25-texas.html' title='Day 25: Texas'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-4109467248867988827</id><published>2012-01-06T10:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:07:11.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/6647570383/" title="Day 6"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6647570383_ba40d8c153.jpg" alt="Day 6 by RMStringer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/6647570383/"&gt;Day 6&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-4109467248867988827?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4109467248867988827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=4109467248867988827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4109467248867988827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4109467248867988827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-3095761700818075413</id><published>2011-12-28T07:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:24:43.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rr255 &amp; Hwy96</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/6587632711/" title="Rr255 &amp;amp; Hwy96"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6587632711_4068e72a36.jpg" alt="Rr255 &amp;amp; Hwy96 by RMStringer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/6587632711/"&gt;Rr255 &amp;amp; Hwy96&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rr255 &amp; Hwy96&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-3095761700818075413?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3095761700818075413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=3095761700818075413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3095761700818075413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3095761700818075413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/12/rr255-hwy96.html' title='Rr255 &amp;amp; Hwy96'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-6765064484863867607</id><published>2011-05-29T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T10:21:06.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Site has MOVED:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PLEASE GO TO &lt;a href="http://randomfallingthoughts.wordpress.com%20/"&gt;HTTP://RANDOMFALLINGTHOUGHTS.WORDPRESS.COM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I HAVE MOVED DUE TO MORE FUNCTIONALITY AND SLEEKER DESIGN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO MORE POSTS WILL APPEAR ON THIS SITE AS OF TODAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-6765064484863867607?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://randomfallingthoughts.wordpress.com' title='Site has MOVED:'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6765064484863867607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=6765064484863867607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6765064484863867607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6765064484863867607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/05/site-has-moved.html' title='Site has MOVED:'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-6669950070407910410</id><published>2011-05-11T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:52:04.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Though'/><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>I feel trapped by a system i didn't create.&amp;nbsp; My time at Lake Rayburn, id like to say was a favorable time, has not been as such.&amp;nbsp; There are bright spots in the 2 years because of people that i have met and or reconnected with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family issues that are a worsening situation with the impending death of my most beloved Grandmother has spurned sad feelings with family members.&amp;nbsp; Watching a person that raised you from 4 till you got your act together is a hard sight to take. Watching them become a far pale shade of a human being, once so vibrant and full of life, to a dieing husk of a former person is not a wondrous sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a life anew, once again, is tenuous at best in the rural, wooded area that is Lake Rayburn. With no big industry or prospects there of, one has to do what he or she can to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here makes me long for the hustle and bustle of the big metro areas that i once lived with culture and prospects of betterment to ones life unlike the sedate lake life. Ventures in a rural town are cumbersome at best because you are an outsider once again trying to break into the "Good Ole Boy" system that is in place. Where deals are cut at the deer lease and in the "religious" institutions of the city. A hand shake and a verbal contract do not hold up even for life long friends of "the family" as i have discovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is nice to go to a place where everyone knows who you are and who your parents are but then again, privacy is much preferred in the city life where you are just another face in the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i do hear distant voices calling from my past like echos from the Elder Gods of time immoral when we were a fledgling species.&amp;nbsp; Go forth and see what is out there, do not stay in your comfort zone(s) Go and make a life anew in a different place and Live, Live, Live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-6669950070407910410?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6669950070407910410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=6669950070407910410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6669950070407910410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6669950070407910410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/05/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-1098157981314770422</id><published>2011-01-11T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:00:33.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recover and Addiction.</title><content type='html'>The last 5-6 posts about Recovery and AA or from my own personal experiences.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wrote the series way back in 2007 while i was on Night Shift at Qimonda Semiconductor fab in Sandston Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a need to put my self out there and if it helped just one person, then it was worth it to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-1098157981314770422?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1098157981314770422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=1098157981314770422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/1098157981314770422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/1098157981314770422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/recover-and-addiction.html' title='Recover and Addiction.'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-5835372718187024646</id><published>2011-01-11T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>Trading Drugs?   3/4/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;While i am on the  road going to work, i listen to the local radio  station.  They always play commercials to pay for their air time and i  keep hearing one for substance abuse.  A person will come on and say do  you or someone you know use meth, or cocaine, or alcohol?  IF you, you  might qualify for a study to take a pill to see if it stops the cravings  of the substance(s) you take. you will be compensated with money and  travel time.  Please call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just pisses me off to know  ends. On May 5, 2008; i will be 5 years clean and sober and no, i repeat  no PILL helped me stop!  I was in rehab for 28 days straight and worked  a good program for many years afterward to stop.  I did not and do not  take a pill to stay off drugs and alcohol.  No one paid me to stop, i  did it on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My compensation for doing so is a clean, sober  life.  I do not have to get up and take my "no drugs" pill to stave off  the cravings and insanity.  But let me digress, without a spiritual  awakening and the power of God; it would not have happened and or  continue to happen.  That is not to say i have to live my life "one day  at a time;" i make future plans and i try to be the best person i can be  and lead a clean healthy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess my point is, they  might come up with a pill to make you not want to use anymore but who  wants to be bound with a pill to stop taking drugs?  SO you put down the  crack pipe for a pill to stop; get the picture?  If you want to get  sober and clean it can be done. Ask for help and get into a 12-Step  program that best suits you habit.  &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.alcoholics-anonymous.org/?Media=PlayFlash"&gt;AA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.ca.org/"&gt;CA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.na.org/"&gt;NA&lt;/a&gt;,  they are all good if worked correctly and with divine guidance and  prayer they will and can work everyday. You can try the "pill" but you  will only trade one substance for another, it might not be as bad; it  might cost the same or more; you might fill the craving void, but it is  not the correct way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-5835372718187024646?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5835372718187024646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=5835372718187024646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5835372718187024646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5835372718187024646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/trading-drugs-3408.html' title='Trading Drugs?   3/4/08'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-9196708951583274956</id><published>2011-01-11T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>Another Recovery Memory...   6/15/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;It was back in 2002 when I first tried to get clean.  I remember going  to several NA meetings and I thought that I liked them. So after a month  or so, I asked a person to be my sponsor.  His name was Wes or Officer  Wes as he is known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet on the next after at a local cafe to discuss &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.recovery.org/aa/misc/12steps.html"&gt;The 12 Steps &lt;/a&gt;and  how I was going to go threw them with him.  He gave me his number and  told me that if I needed to talk or call him in a weak moment for me to  do so no matter what time it was.  That is what a sponsor is supposed to  do for your information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was doing well and he  and I proceeded to work me through the first 3 steps and we would meet  regularly at his house or at the cafe.  Then came that dreadful day  after I had 3 months of sobriety that I had the dreaded "R" word...&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Relapse&lt;/span&gt;!   For you see, that can happen if you do not totally put you whole body  into the program of recovery.  It happened because I still thought that I  could drink and get away with it.  I could not. For I thought that even  though I new alcohol was not my problem, I could still drink like I was  ok. For just placing one altering chemical into my body restarted the  mental, physical craving that happened to me when I would ingest and use  cocaine.  Even though alcohol is legal, it is still a drug, plain and  simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are out there in Recovery land, do not delude yourself by think that you can drink but no do drugs. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;IT WILL NOT HAPPEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also so as to not piss anyone off about the &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anonymity"&gt;anonymity&lt;/a&gt; issue, I called him to ask if I could use his name in this blog post.  He was most grateful to let me do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-9196708951583274956?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/9196708951583274956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=9196708951583274956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/9196708951583274956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/9196708951583274956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-recovery-memory-61507.html' title='Another Recovery Memory...   6/15/07'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-5516705798159659282</id><published>2011-01-11T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>Part 6 - Step 11 of my Recovery...   5/27/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;11. Sought through prayer and  meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood  Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to  carry that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very key step in the action  part. We all get so busy in your daily lives that we forget to pray  about  what is going on and if that is what is needed to be what is  going on with us. I guess what I am trying to say is that what we are  doing; is that what God wants us to be doing.  You can get into the  whole preordained life or random life thing here-DONT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order  for this to work, you have to ask God what he needs/wants us to do. I  have a problem doing this like most addicts because I want what I want  to go on and not what He wants me to do. I try to take back the control  in my life and when I do that it most of the time messes up or backfires  on me. This is very hard for me to do, but when I do this, it is  amazing! When I get out of self and I help other people like I am  supposed to it helps me.  That is a simple concept, helping you helps me  and that is how God wants it.  Trying to stay in conscious contact with  God is the hard part.  We get so busy in our daily grind that we forget  to ask is this what I am supposed to do and is it even what you need me  to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we just quiet our little voice that we all have and  try to listen to God in a meditative moment, we will get the answer.  It  might not be what we want to hear and often times it is not, but it is  what we are supposed to do if you follow the Step to the exact letter.   In the Big Book, it says that "Half Steps availed us nothing" which  means that we have to do it all or not.  DO not halfass make an attempt  because it will not work. I try to pray about big things and ask that  His will be done; I need to do this in all situations, but I fall short.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we pray for His power and knowledge to help us in our lives,  we are doing Step 11 to the fullest.  Do not think that it can be done  all the time and completely from the beginning, Rome was not built in a  day and it took time for you to get this way. SO try to do as is  requested but don’t be too hard on yourself if you do not get it right  and you don’t get the answers that you were looking for. They will come  when your will come inline with God's Will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-5516705798159659282?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5516705798159659282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=5516705798159659282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5516705798159659282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5516705798159659282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/part-6-step-11-of-my-recovery-52707.html' title='Part 6 - Step 11 of my Recovery...   5/27/07'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-7777883027195227078</id><published>2011-01-11T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>Step 8 and 9 and 10...Part 5 in the series.   5/9/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Step 8 - Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  here it comes.  I had to make a list of all the people that I had  harmed and had to make nice with them.  You mean to tell me that I have  to go and apologize to them??  Yes I do and I did.  This was a hard step  to do as well.  I had to humble myself to another person and admit that  I was wrong and sorry for what I had done. But wait What if I was not  willing to go and talk to them or to tell them I was sorry? What if they  had moved on and lost touch?  What if they were dead?  What if they  were alive and they did not know that I did something to harm them?   That is where &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Step 9 comes in; Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step  8 was part of it, but Step 9 was an action step.  So say that you were  dating a person and you cheated on them but they did not know about it.   According to Step 8, you need to make amends to them. Step 9 says to do  it, but not to harm or injure them. So would telling your girlfriend  that you cheated harm her?  Yes it would. So this is where a “Living  Amends” comes in.  The amends process in this instance was for you to  not do the action anymore, to not cheat on her and thus, you make amends  for the offending action.If someone had moved on or died, it would be  impossible to talk to them, so you can write a letter, read it, and then  destroy it. You have to make every possible means to contact that  person, but this is a way of doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person that I held  resentment to was a very close friend.  I went to talk to this person  and their reaction was very indifferent to me.  Some people will not  want to talk to you about what you did or they did, but you will have  made the effort and that is the main objective.  Some people will be  glad that you wanted to talk to them and will be very receptive about  the issue. But the main thing is that you will have made the effort on  your part.  Remember you can’t control other people’s actions, only your  own with the help of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This process does not have a time  limit set for it. It can take some time to complete, but it needs to be  done to get all the mess that you have created in your life cleaned out.   You have heard of Spring Cleaning?  Just think of this like that.  You  are getting out all of the old BS that has built up over a period of  time that has been eating at your soul.  When you get some of this off  your chest, you will feel so much better, I sure did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having done this step, you will move on to &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Step 10 - Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it. &lt;/span&gt;  You will have to become a more analytical person about your actions and  become aware of how you interact with other people. If you come across  like an asshole to a person, look at why that happened and then go to  them and apologize for that act.  I had to the other night at work.  I  offended a lady and she made mention to a coworker about it.  I had to  suck it up and go and talk to her and make amends or apologize for it.   She was like thank you.  So, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stop here. I  am not ready to discuss the next step with you as it is a very hard one  to do and these last 2 steps are a mouthful to comprehend and work on.   God Bless and have a wonderful evening or day depending where you live…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-7777883027195227078?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7777883027195227078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=7777883027195227078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7777883027195227078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7777883027195227078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/step-8-and-9-and-10part-5-in-series.html' title='Step 8 and 9 and 10...Part 5 in the series.   5/9/07'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-1517457026065574573</id><published>2011-01-11T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.422-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>A New Better Way...another insight into me.   4/29/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;  &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;cor·ol·lar·y (kôr'ə-lĕr'ē, kŏr'-) n., pl. -ies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-A proposition that follows with little or no proof required from one already proven.&lt;br /&gt;-A deduction or an inference.&lt;br /&gt;-A natural consequence or effect; a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adj.&lt;br /&gt;Consequent; resultant.&lt;br /&gt;[Middle English corolarie, from Latin corōllārium,&lt;br /&gt;money paid for a garland, gratuity, from corōlla, small garland. See &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" class="ilnk" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/corolla" target="_top"&gt;corolla&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/RjSMsPxUQgI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YXqUTO1OD2A/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058822973219422722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/RjSMsPxUQgI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YXqUTO1OD2A/s320/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;erhaps  what I intend with opening up myself about my life is to give a few  suffering people our there HOPE!! Perhaps the corollary to all of this  is a new better way to live. The Big Book talks about in great detail.  If you were like me, I had better living thru chemistry for over 1/2 of  my life. At some point you, if you are/were like me, need to try it! Is  it easy?? HELL NO!! One point that I would like to make is that when I  was out drugging, I had some "good times" but were they real and was I  living on life's terms? NO! I was living on my terms that every once and  a while came into accordance with "normal" life. I did not like living  life on its own terms. It was and still is a hard lesson to learn. I  still try to "buck the system" but life will push back. I know better  now than to try to live any other way by trying to implement some of  what I have talked about in the last several Recovery Posts. Were not  done with the 12 Steps or my series, we still have a long journey to  traverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life in its terms for me is a journey. I would  say that I have had some really crappy days in doing that. But I would  also say that in this time, some of my worst days in sobriety have no  been as bad as my "best" days of living polluted. Sometimes, I relive  those days, remember the sensations and experiences. Some were scary  that involved very bad places where I could have been killed. So I can  say that in sobriety, I have not had to go there again. So even if my  day has gone all to hell, I can say that I will not be in that bad spot  again. I mean don’t get me wrong, some of my polluted days were times  that some people dream about but would never do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived very  hard in that 1/2 life and I think that if I had to do it over and was  given a second chance, I really can’t say that I would have done it  differently. The reason why is all of those experiences make me who I am  today. A person is the sum of his experiences and if I had not lived  like that and gone thru some of that stuff, then I could not sit here  and try to give some suffering people reading this little page a glimmer  of hope. I do not know if anyone reading this get anything out of it,  but I can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my "Spiritual Awakening" that I had in  LAHA, I was told some very powerful things. It happened with my  counselor and me during a one on one secession. I will not go in to all  the specifics, but one I will say is that I was told that I will reach  and help people that only I can talk to. An addendum to this is one day  in church, many months after this, I was told the same things, that I  will/am supposed to help people that only I can reach. It scared the  hell out of me that day and I shook for several hours after that event,  but I had a different understand of life after that fact. We all have  something to contribute to the greater scheme of things; we just need to  find it. It is by The Grace Of God that I did not end up in jail or  Dead, I truly and whole heartedly believe that because there were many  situations where that could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just felt like  giving more information to you my readers. Please do not think that I  have the answers as I am still finding them out my self. Life is a  journey and not a destination, we are here but a small time compared to  the grand scheme of things. I was given a second chance by God, by my  wonderful wife Sondra with her, none of this would have been possible. I  love her dearly and I still screw up royally, but all I can do is ask  for forgiveness and try to live better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-1517457026065574573?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1517457026065574573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=1517457026065574573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/1517457026065574573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/1517457026065574573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-better-wayanother-insight-into-me.html' title='A New Better Way...another insight into me.   4/29/07'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/RjSMsPxUQgI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YXqUTO1OD2A/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-5035801036931111238</id><published>2011-01-11T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.422-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>Part 4...Steps 4-7   4/28/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;It would be hard to write about just one of these Steps, so i put Step 4-7 in this part as they are all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Step 4 - Made a Searching and Fearless Moral Inventory of Ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO  what? A searching and FEARLESS MORAL INVENTORY??  Ok this is going to  suck I said.  During this step we have to look at ourselves and that is  not fun at all.  We have to look at all the things that we have done bad  and things that we had done to hurt other people and also things that  other people had done to us that we did not like or had resentment over.   Because, as they say, An addict having a resentment is like tacking  poison and wanting the other person to die.  To people like us,  resentments are not a good thing. They lead to fear, anger and then an  excuse to go out and use again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance, one might say  me and the girlfriend had a fight, I am going to go out and get messed  up to show her!!  No your not!!  That is just an excuse. In this step,  you have to look at your part in the events.  You might say that I am  resentful at _______ because they did this to me. But what was your part  in that event.  Did or have you treated them like you should have?  And  how does this affect you?  In your relationship with that person?  Does  it hurt your Pride? Make you Fearful?  Does it hurt your Self-Esteem?   All of these questions will have to be answered during this step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  4ht step was about 2-3 pages front and back on a legal size pad.  It  was very emotional time writing this because me and my sponsor had to do  this.  It is part of the healing process. See the problem is that if  you don't be truthful on this, sleeping Demons will come back to get you  at a later date.  If you have done something that you think is so  shameful and that you don't want anyone to know about it; get it out!!   For the most part they have done the exact same thing or even worse! Not  being truthful in this step can be setting yourself up for some hard  times and even perhaps a relapse…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing this we had to learn a  new way to deal with ANGE and FEAR!  Most of my troubles came from me. I  tried to control everything and everyone and when things did not go my  way, I pitched a fit!  I was the director and they were my puppets only  that was not the case.  I that it was, but it was not and I had to place  my Fears on a list as well to go over with a fine toothed comb. See, we  are fearful of things that we can’t control. I became fearful of doing  drugs, even though that is what I knew I had to do to get to feeling  better (&lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.barefootsworld.net/aaspiritualmalady.html"&gt;Spiritual Malady&lt;/a&gt;) but the guilt was a killer as well after the fact! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  step is also a very personal one that you, me, I, have to do alone.  My  sponsor helped me, but I had to do it and take a long, hard look at  what made me tick and I did not like what I found.  I will not go into  some of the things that I did, but suffice to say, they were not pretty.  This is a most important step because in doing this, you clean your  steps and try to get a grasp of what the hell you have done in your  life.   The next &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Step 5, Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs&lt;/span&gt;.   You have to open up and tell someone else like your sponsor, a  minister, a total stranger, just what you have done in your life and how  you have wronged people and your part as well as what people have done  to you and what your part was in that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried my eyes  out during this because of a lifetime of hate, anger, resentment, wrongs  to me and from me came out!!  It was very painful but very healing at  the same time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper that you made during Step 4 is a guide  during Step 5. I used it to help me remember the things that I had  written down, but also new things emerged from my subconscious, stuff  that I had so tucked away that I had forgotten about came out and when  it was all over after a good cry, I felt better than I had in many  years. Getting out the quilt and remorse, resentments, fears was very  liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step is &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Step 6 Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character&lt;/span&gt;.    After Step 5, I was totally ready to get all that crap out and give  it up to God to take away from me.  This is where the Serenity Prayer  comes in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“God grant me the  serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the  things I can;and wisdom to know the difference.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  knowing this and using this well help you in everyday life. Because,  remember that you cannot control everything that is and will happen to  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Step 7 Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings&lt;/span&gt;.  This was the last part in from the last several Steps.  It is also a  necessary Step to be taken in this cleansing process.  Another good  prayer I forgot was in the 3rd step. It is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;God,  I offer myself to Thee--to build with me and to do with me as Thou  wilt.  Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will.   Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to  those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life.  May I  do Thy will always! Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 63&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you  see, the Step 4-7 is basically a continuous step and they all need to be  done in secession. One cannot be done with out the other. Next time, we  will move to Step 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-5035801036931111238?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5035801036931111238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=5035801036931111238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5035801036931111238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5035801036931111238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/part-4steps-4-7-42807.html' title='Part 4...Steps 4-7   4/28/07'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-3481546394474748032</id><published>2011-01-11T21:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>Step 3, Its is a very hard one: My story Part 3   4/15/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Part 3…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I?  I had to believe in a  power that was bigger than my self.  Ok, I decided to believe that God  was my power and that he could help me and heal me. It took faith.  That  was the hard part because that lead to Step 3 – Made a decision to turn  our will and out lives over to the care God as WE understood him.  This  also took a leap of faith.  I mean, we had to believe that someone, not  us, could help us and then we had to turn our Will over to him.  That  would mean that we were not in control anymore.  That was very scary!!  Much of the addicted person’s attitude stems from FEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  sounded like what we should have been doing all of our lives.  But it  was the other way around. I did not do what God wanted; I did what I  wanted to do.  I was afraid to succeed in life and I was content with  where I was at. Like my old Sponsor says, It is a “Self Will Run Riot” I  did what I wanted to do with no regard to who I hurt in the process and  to how many times I did it to them.  SO in order to be able to do this,  I had to shut the little voice down inside of me and try to pray and  listen to what someone else, God, wanted me to do.  This was and is  still very hard to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a prayer would be like if it is Your  will, let it be done, not what I want but what you want for me because  everything I wanted got me to rehab and miserable.  I was trying to  control everything around me and I could not control anything. I was  totally powerless and no matter how hard I tried to be in control, I was  not.  So I had to let someone else be in control.  But Free Will is a  Bitch and I can and do take back control of my life.  It is a constant  struggle with this step.  I want things my way NOW! Most addicts are  very self centered individuals and want instant gratification, drugs do  that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to remember that I was going to try a different way  and let someone else take care of me. The faith thing comes in here. I  have to believe that God had a plane for me and that things will unfold  as they should. That whenever I take control back, that plane gets  messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This step is very hard to put down on paper.  It is a  very faith based step and it is not a hard fact concept, it is very  ethereal. Because you have to believe in a higher power and also that  he/she/it is concerned for your well being. I said He/She/It because  remember, the “Higher Power” aspect is as you understand, not what I  think it should be. This is a key aspect to this whole “recovery”  program. If you can’t say God, it can be tree, doorknob, floor mat,  ANTYHING, as long as you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I guess that in this portion  of the program, God was taking care of me at LAHA. By 2.5 weeks, my  cravings were gone, I guess because I had a grain of faith and I wanted  to get my life better.  I saw some pitiful sights that and also some  true miracles being preformed.  We learned that every day was a miracle  because we were not dead or in jail and that we were or at least had the  opportunity to “recover” At LAHA, you could feel the energy, and it is a  very spiritual place.  There was lots of healing that occurred. There  were lots of other places that I could have gone; I am eternally  grateful that was able to go there and to get my life in order. I would  have been dead or in jail at the rate I was going…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This always reminds me of a poem by &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Ehrmann" linkindex="132"&gt;Max Ehrmann&lt;/a&gt; titled “Desiderata”&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Desiderata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;As far as possible without surrenderbe on good terms with all persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;and listen to others,even the dull and the ignorant;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;they too have their story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;you may become vain and bitter;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;however humble;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;many persons strive for high ideals;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Especially, do not feign affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Neither be cynical about love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantmentit is as perennial as the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.Beyond a wholesome discipline,be gentle with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;You are a child of the universe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;and whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,it is still a beautiful world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Be cheerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  poem is a good set of principals to live by, very spiritual based as  well.  When you let some one else take control, wonderful things start  to occur. You will and have started the process to “recover” But there  are many other steps that need to happen and even if you “recover” they  should be practiced in you life. I am sorry that I can’t put down more  thoughts on this, but we will go to Step 4 – Made a Searching and  Fearless Moral Inventory of Ourselves. This one is a doosey!!!  Very  hard and very emotional, you get to the core of your bull that you have  carried and spewed for all those years. You will have to look at  yourself and be very critical and analyze your very core.  It sounds  daunting and it was and is…  SO more on this at another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-3481546394474748032?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3481546394474748032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=3481546394474748032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3481546394474748032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3481546394474748032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/step-3-its-is-very-hard-one-my-story.html' title='Step 3, Its is a very hard one: My story Part 3   4/15/07'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-4881723614690767868</id><published>2011-01-11T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>A friend of Bill W’s…Part 2   4/1/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Here is part 2 of my story...&lt;br /&gt;It is difficule to tell this story  because I go back and forth to Illustrate how things and issues fit  together, so bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had admitted that I was  powerless and that my life was unmanageable. That much was apparent.  I  was at that stage in my addiction, going on binges and staying gone for  several days and cleaning out my bank account. So, I went to Rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While  I was in LAHA, we went to meetings and group secessions.  Chris Raymer  in his morning “Town Hall” meeting drove the point home to us that this  is a 3-fold disease: Mind, Body,Spirit.  You have to treat all 3 parts  or it will fail. See, about 10% of the population are genetically  different than the rest of society in that we process “mind altering”  substances different.  If a “normal” person drinks/drugs, they may like  it and abuse it, but given sufficient reason to STOP, they can. Take for  instance, a normie gets a DWI and looses his license. That would/should  be reason enough for ANYONE to stop.  For an addict, it will be, but  only for a time period, days, weeks, etc. This disease makes him/her  forget about the consequences that have just happened and he/she will go  out and do it again.  Addicts will try to blame everything on  “External” reasons for their problems. I got in a fight with my g/f, I  had a crappy day at work, those were all external reasons. The problem  was with us, an internal problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked to drink and drug. It  was fun in the beginning. I could handle it. I needed it to feel normal  or what I thought was normal. I, in the beginning, did not know what   cravings were, but I did no when it was time to get “fixed up” and feel  on an even keel so to speak. I knew this as early as 1990, my second  years of college.  I partied a long time and I was able to control it. I  was a very functional addict through those times. I was a Coke/Crack  addict from 1993-2001. That is a very long time. In that time, I saw  people spend entire fortunes, loose houses, cars and wives.  It was  total carnage and I was going through the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I  could not remember that my girlfriend at that time, now my wife, told me  if I go out again, she would leave me.  My disease told me to go get  high, but only enough to satisfy the cravings that I was having. That  final spree was horrible. I was going to fill out applications at a  place in Austin, but the cravings were just too strong for me to deal  with. I had to get my soul quiet and fill the void that was devouring me  a little at a time.  So I did…but I only planned to do a little, but  that turned to about 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove around Austin Texas getting high and was on a &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychotic_episode"&gt;psychotic episode&lt;/a&gt;.   I saw my family in every car that was on the road, or at least a  member of my family.  They would look at me and be sad or mad depending  on what I was doing at that moment.  I heard police sirens the whole  time I was out and I thought that every other car was a cop.  I got a  speeding ticket during that time and you know what I did to calm my  nerves? I went and bought more crack. WOW, how insane is that? It is  only by the Grace of God that I did not go to jail or die from an  overdose.  As you can see, I was not in control of my life in the least  bit, my addiction was in FULL SWING and I had hit “Rock Bottom” I knew  that I needed help and that I could not make it on my own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While  I was in LAHA, we worked on steps, but hammered on Step 1 &amp;amp; 2.   Step one along with the drugs got me there, then I had to work on Step  2. &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I had to believe that a Power Greater than my self could restore me to sanity.&lt;/span&gt;  This would seem to be an easy task; to believe in something bigger than my self and ego. Well Try it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;in·sane  -/in seyn/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[in-seyn]&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. not sane; not of sound mind; mentally deranged.&lt;br /&gt;2. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a person who is mentally deranged: insane actions; an insane asylum.&lt;br /&gt;3. utterly senseless: an insane plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look at this word. Insane. Another definition is and it applies to addicts is &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“doing the same thing and expecting different outcome”&lt;/span&gt;   See every time I went out to drug it up, I expected a different  outcome!!  I was insane!! IT is like hitting your hand with a hammer  repeatedly and not expecting it to hurt the next time.  The “power”  could have been a tree if you did not believe in God, Jesus or something  like that, it did not matter!  The only thing was to believe in  something more powerful than yourself. Because under your power, your  best foot forward; Your power got you to rehab!! My power got me nowhere  except broke, tired and addicted. Thank God I got to rehab…to get some  help where all else had failed, all of my best intentions and promises  failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I believed that “power” greater than myself could and  would restore me to a better way of think. It was apparent that my  thinking was off, so I had to try it by learning a better way or a  different way. This was the essence of Step 2 which i will get into more  soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-4881723614690767868?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4881723614690767868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=4881723614690767868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4881723614690767868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4881723614690767868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/friend-of-bill-wspart-2-4107.html' title='A friend of Bill W’s…Part 2   4/1/07'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-1861696763359307668</id><published>2011-01-11T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:56:10.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;AA&quot; &quot;NA&quot; &quot;CA&quot; &quot;Recovery&quot; &quot;12-Step&quot;'/><title type='text'>A Friend Of Bill W’s…Part 1, My Journey Begins. 3/27/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am going to do a series of posts over the next weeks on Addiction and Recovery using the &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;12 Steps or Alcoholics Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;.  There are many 12 Step programs that can be chosen. I am breaking my  Anonymity by doing so, although, I have never hidden the fact from  anyone if they asked me about it. If I have one wish for this series it  is not to alienate someone from reading my BLOG, but to help an addict  or alcoholic out there still suffering and let them know that there is  help out there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you don't know, but May 15 will  be my 4 year Sober mark. No drinking or drugging. I can’t say that it  has been easy or that it has been fun because it has not. Living life on  Life’s terms is a very hard thing to do. They say that your stunt your  emotional self the first time that you took you first drink or drug. So,  if you started when you were 16, then when you finally got sober, you  were of the maturity of a 16 year old. If you were 30 when you got  sober, then you will have a lot of maturing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into treatment in the year 2002 during that summer to &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.lahacienda.com/" linkindex="6"&gt;La Hacienda (LAHA)&lt;/a&gt; in Hunt Texas for 30 days in-house where I met &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Chris Raymer (Alumni Director LAHA)&lt;/span&gt;.  I will get into him later in this series. I also met some very  interesting people, Lawyers, Doctors, Preachers, Housewives; the list  can go on and on. It was a hard time of being separated from my house  and personal belongings except for my MiniDisc player and CD player to  have some comfort from. I went to group meetings, group therapy; We had a  family week where my then girlfriend, Mother, and grandmother came to  stay. If you did well, you got to go off campus to eat and go to outside  meetings, if not, you stayed there. I saw many people fail or get  kicked out. Why I was able to “do the deal” so to speak; I guess that it  was in God’s plan for me to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday was a big  meeting in the center where your family could come and visit and you saw  people come back to get their chips for being sober for different time  periods. 30 days, 60 days,90 days, 6 months, 1 year and so on. They also  had different speakers and someone lead the meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you to  “recover” you need to have a total psychic make over. This can happen  by the “burning bush” type of the “educational” type. I had the burning  bush type. That place gave me a set of tools that enabled me to be able  to recover from a “&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;hopeless state of mind and body&lt;/span&gt;.”  I did not do it alone. My journey was a spiritual one also, because  Addiction is a disease of the mind, body, and the spirit. I am not  talking church or anything like that. Don't get the two confused, they  are not the same. You can be spiritual and go to church, or go to church  and never get the whole spiritual aspect of the deal. I tried the  church way several years before that and it did not work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  me to start the journey, I had to be totally beat down from the  disease! I could not do it on my own, that was evident! Church did not  do it and going to meetings but not buying whole heartedly into the  program did not work either. I had to do it all or none! No "Half  Steps".Finally Step One of the &lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_tableofcnt.cfm" linkindex="7"&gt;Big Book&lt;/a&gt; was easy for me to admit. &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;“We admitted that we were powerless over drugs/alcohol-that our lives had become unmanageable”&lt;/span&gt;  It took a while living as a functional addict to finally admit that.  When I did, it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and my  way to recovery could begin. I learned that I did not have power over  anything! Whatever power that I had, it had been given to me from God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  get overly stressed with the God thing, I will explain this later. Just  remember that for a person to “recover”, they have to treat the whole  illness; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Mind, The Body, The Spirit&lt;/span&gt;.  I also will use and interchange Alcohol and Drugs for one in the same  during this series because they are the same. It is a disease the is  progressive and terminal whose outcomes are Death or Institutions  (Mental/Jail). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to close this part for now…Rest assured, more will come. Part 2 Next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-1861696763359307668?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1861696763359307668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=1861696763359307668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/1861696763359307668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/1861696763359307668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/friend-of-bill-wspart-1-my-journey.html' title='A Friend Of Bill W’s…Part 1, My Journey Begins. 3/27/07'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-6363235645250324998</id><published>2011-01-11T17:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:38:52.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Writings&quot; &quot;Book&quot; &quot;Thoughts&quot;  &quot;Personal&quot;'/><title type='text'>Idyllic realities:::A Work in progress...</title><content type='html'>Writings for my coffee table book i will do in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;Do   Not Exist. Perhaps for a time period the make incursions into this   existence. Then they quickly retreat...When we are in them, it is a   wonderful life but when they retreat it feels like your whole world is   being torn apart. We try to be strong and make the right decision but   whatever you do it is evil to somebody. WE grow, We live, We learn from   these experiences and wait for the flow to the next incursion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;While   you are in a down-cycle of a non-incursion, life is straining and   tiresome. One can become restless and irritable with his or her person   and with others. They can become discontent with life and their   surroundings. Things of pleasure can become mundane and non-enjoyable.   Discontent runs rampant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;Most   go through their lives never knowing or understanding this cycle ever   happens and most are the better for it. When our eyes are opened to the   countless possibilities of different realities that exist and that  have  existed, one can and will yearn for more than is provided from  main line  reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;The  cycle of  Idyllic realities ebb and flow like the body’s natural  circadian rhythm  lasting for 24 hours. The endless cycles of Idyllic  reality can last for  many years or as short as a day. Some experience  them for years of  bliss and some lives never get to experience them at  all. They go  through life in hellish ways never know the luxury or the  feeling of an  Idyllic reality flow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;While   we are in a flux state of a non-incursion, we cannot control the  length  of this event. We can, however, take proactive steps to make  ourselves  susceptible to the event of the next Idyllic reality  incursion and  cycle. This is not to say we can control it as no one is  in control of  the ebb and flow it is only that we can be ready and on  the event  horizon of a new beginning cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;For   some, those fortunate few, that live their whole lives in   an&amp;nbsp;Idyllic&amp;nbsp;Reality, it is like falling in love with your grade school   sweetheart and marrying her, then living your whole life together in the   home town. &amp;nbsp; Any disruption in this flow would disrupt this reality.  &amp;nbsp;I  for one, cannot say, if this is an&amp;nbsp;Idyllic reality or not, for i  have  never had this. I have never been in this type of situation. &amp;nbsp;I  have  never been that content. &amp;nbsp;I have always yearned for more;   some&amp;nbsp;existential&amp;nbsp;force to guide me to the "promise&amp;nbsp;land" where i could   be happy and have the live i so wanted or thought i needed. I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;If   you are in a cycle of an&amp;nbsp;Idyllic&amp;nbsp;reality, an major or sudden change  can  disrupt the flow of the cycle to such a&amp;nbsp;magnitude&amp;nbsp;that it can  recede  back into a point of&amp;nbsp;nonexistence. Such major events can be a  move, a  divorce, a death or any other such life shattering event; it  can and  will upset the balance of the flow and make it retreat, perhaps  for a  long time or perhaps, if you are a lucky individual, just a  short time  but while waiting, it can make your life a jumbled mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;A   move, let’s talk about this instance. When you are in an up&amp;nbsp;cycle&amp;nbsp;and   all is well, life is good for the most part. &amp;nbsp;If a move is in the  future  for the individual things become in&amp;nbsp;turmoil. Jobs for one or the  other,  friends from both, church and school become a distant memory.  Sometimes  you will be lucky and see people from your other life and  cycle or  perhaps not lucky at all and loose total&amp;nbsp;contact&amp;nbsp;of friends  never to  hear from them again. While living in this new place and  waiting for a  new cycle to begin, it can&amp;nbsp;become&amp;nbsp;a stressful&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;as  well for you are  not in an Idyllic reality.&amp;nbsp;Trying to find employment,  church, friends,  life, is a&amp;nbsp;struggle&amp;nbsp;between the parties involved. Much  discontent is at  home&amp;nbsp;until&amp;nbsp;such things can be set straight and life  can become ready for  the idea of the event&amp;nbsp;horizon&amp;nbsp;of a new&amp;nbsp;Idyllic  reality flow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;It  is funny,  you know the feeling that it is going to be tomorrow and that  will be  the day? &amp;nbsp;That&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;the feeling of being on the event&amp;nbsp;horizon.  When  tomorrow comes and nothing is changed, you are still in the same  place  and spot in this&amp;nbsp;existence&amp;nbsp;not entering into a new flow; some get  stuck  in this position for a very long time. &amp;nbsp;They say, "If i could just  get  a break" or i feel&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;i am in the right path" or even "i know   something is going to go right" All of these instances are when the   person is on the event&amp;nbsp;horizon&amp;nbsp;but they are not ready and the new flow   has not started to mature. Being stuck on the event&amp;nbsp;horizon&amp;nbsp;is just as   bad as being in a non-flow. Life can and will be just as hard as being   in the midst of a total non-flow event and they will be in a flux   state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;Sometimes we   can&amp;nbsp;create&amp;nbsp;a reality&amp;nbsp;bubble that is very Idyllic such as taking a road   trip with friends and listening to music and having great&amp;nbsp;comrade&amp;nbsp;during   that time. During these short&amp;nbsp;excursions, you can force an&amp;nbsp;Idyllic   reality flow to happen but only for the duration of the trip. When you   return to the normal flow and life,&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;will be out of the&amp;nbsp;Idyllic   reality and the flow, sometimes to be stuck on the Event&amp;nbsp;Horizon&amp;nbsp;or in   the beginning of another non-event. Sometimes the return to a non-event   is a hard happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;Sometimes   when you try to force an event to happen the downside of the event is   not&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;worth all the mental and physical effort that was put into   the forcing of the new flow. &amp;nbsp;You can and will feel drained by   the&amp;nbsp;excretion&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;resources&amp;nbsp;that were expended in the undertaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;While   in a non-cycle of an incursion, life can be strenuous at best. Money   and jobs can be at a low and the prospect of them can be far and few,   possibly, not in the same town or state for that matter. Personal life   can be a real issue as well. Being discontent with one's self makes one   discontent with others as well.&amp;nbsp; This gives little comfort to our   significant other(s) while in this state. This can put a strain on   relationships both romantic and non-romantic. It can appear as if   nothing has or will go the right way for the person. It can seem that   they are up against the whole world and nothing will go their way no   matter how hard they try to make it.&amp;nbsp; This is a hard time to be in when   this situation is happening to an individual. It is much like a   depression or being in a depressed state of being both mentally,   financially, and physically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;When   a person is in a non-cycle of an event incursion, they;&amp;nbsp; if they  search  and study themselves long enough, will see and find a  discontinuity or  relationships in their lives. I find this very  apparent in my life. This  can manifest itself in the form of art,  literature, music, or some  other sort of passion. One will find that  their “Normal” activities,  normal to them, are very different and have  vastly different meanings to  them&amp;nbsp;then they have to others. It is  almost like finding your muse, so  to speak. Some of these differences  become apparent when a person is on  the event horizon of their next  Idyllic reality flow. This can be a sign  of a new Idyllic reality  starting to take effect in a person's life.&amp;nbsp;  Epiphanies happen and  major realizations are made during this warming up  period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;When  the person is in the non-event but  on the Event Horizon, things appear  to go their way.&amp;nbsp; Their outlook on  life becomes much brighter and they  build up a forward momentum. Their  outlook becomes greater and they  finally feel like they can put plans  into place that they have been  holding onto for some time.&amp;nbsp; This all  takes a great deal of energy and  though for this to happen but it can  all crumble don't in an instant if  they fall from the even horizon back  to the beginning on a non-event.  The person(s) will feel as if their lat  breath of air was just sucked  out of their body and all they had hoped  for had been taken away.&amp;nbsp; All  the planning was for not. They can feel  helpless and paralyzed by what  was will be and what could have been not  ever happening. They can and  will feel drained of both time and energy  making all the preparations  they they made waiting for the next &lt;em&gt;Idyllic reality &lt;/em&gt;to happen. Now, sadly, they are in a rebuilding phase&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;trying to recoup what was lost, both time and energy, waiting and building...&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;This  is not to say that when a person is  in a non-event things cannot go  their way. Sometimes while a person is  in a non-event, they have to  think and look at a totally different  direction to go in their  professional and personal lives. When things do  not go the way they  were heading while they were on the event horizon.&amp;nbsp;  Many times we have  all heard the old saying "if it didn't happen then  it was not meant to  be" and we get sick and tired of it.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps, just  perhaps, this is a  true statement after all? When your ever move is  blocked while trying  to better yourself out of your geographical area  and you find something  (much) better in your local, then perhaps it is  true. You might not be  in an &lt;em&gt;Idyllic reality&lt;/em&gt; but you might  just be riding high on a  swell, perhaps like a sine wave looks.&amp;nbsp; You are  not in a valley, you  are not at an event horizon, you are not in an  idyllic reality, you are  on a peak in a non-flow event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;Do  Not Exist.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps when you are not  in a Flow or on an Event Horizon,  you are just in a low or valley.  Perhaps you are pushed in a lateral  direction into something that is not  of your choosing but out of  necessity to survive.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps the Universe  has a different plan or  plane for you to be on, not to you immediate  liking, but where you need  to be in this space and time.&amp;nbsp; It is a hard  thing to understand and  come to grips with. To borrow from &lt;strong&gt;"Desiderata" And whether or not it   is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a hard pill to swallow sometimes, it is hard to let go of control...&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;Do  Not Exist. Even if we want them to  happen with all our might, they do  not happen, life happens to us and  drags us back down.&amp;nbsp; We feel  lifeless and no direction. Things present  themselves to us such as  opportunities, people, places, from our past. We are in the doldrums of a  non-event with no sight of a new flow happening in the foreseeable  future. Events in our lives can transpire that might occupy our thoughts  from the non-event, but i think that &lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;Do   Not Exist.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They become a figment of out imagination, far from our   reach.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps at some point, one will happen when we least expect it   to.&amp;nbsp; Time will tell.&amp;nbsp; I read a quote that states: &lt;strong&gt;"A Man Is Stagnate if His Dreams Equal His Reality"&lt;/strong&gt; Such a true statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idyllic realities:::&lt;/em&gt;Do  Not Exist. Much can happen when we   start or try to start a new path  to travel. Many ups and downs happen.   Some, we like and some, we  don't, but they happen and we have no control   over them. &lt;strong&gt;I   miss the hustle and bustle of a metro area...the   life I once   had...shattered realities calling my essence like an  elder  god from  the  past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not  really settled in my  life where I am  living. I hear distant echoes of  lives past calling my  name..chanting,  recalling me to them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I feel  this way. I  am  not in the reality i want to be in and i do not see a  way out at  this  moment.&amp;nbsp; I am stuck between the ebb and flow or  reality,  watching,  living, and waiting...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************** &lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel... Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-6363235645250324998?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6363235645250324998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=6363235645250324998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6363235645250324998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6363235645250324998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/idyllic-realitiesa-work-in-progress.html' title='Idyllic realities:::A Work in progress...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-5901926327846208599</id><published>2009-11-26T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:41:35.894-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>What a Day...</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since i have written anything on here...Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; What does it men to you?&amp;nbsp; I miss my daughter, i miss my old life that i had even if it was not good, i still miss it.&amp;nbsp; I miss my old friends that i have left over the years all over the county. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a hard day for me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-5901926327846208599?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5901926327846208599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=5901926327846208599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5901926327846208599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5901926327846208599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-day.html' title='What a Day...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-8000384373965701963</id><published>2009-11-04T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:14:05.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Rose 1.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/4076577992/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4076577992_547bf3206e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/4076577992/"&gt;Evening Rose 1.5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This photo reminds me of life.  We know that we have a thing of beauty that God has created but we loose sight of  the total beauty and color of it.  we only see in Gray, Black, and White.  The color has left us and we are but a pale shade of what we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to our relationships sometimes and no matter what we do, nothing can bring the color and warmth back into it.  So, sadly, it stays cold and gray never to return to its former glory and then dies away...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-8000384373965701963?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8000384373965701963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=8000384373965701963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8000384373965701963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8000384373965701963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/11/evening-rose-15.html' title='Evening Rose 1.5'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4076577992_547bf3206e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-7995413042704128497</id><published>2009-09-03T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:39:55.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Distant Future Memory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3808793825/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3808793825_bb5b94b905_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3808793825/"&gt;DSC02634&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Through my photography i express myself.  I am able to find my creative and artsy center and also my technological side.  For me it is personal and i look at the world in a different way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people and my friends, close friends notice and make comments about my work, i get filled with emotion.   Good emotions and more yearning to strive to make better photography.  But i also get filled with a sadness from them as well.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted from om other half, when i had her, was for her to accept this new me and to realize the passion that i had from my creations.  All i got was mocking and scorn or money comments.  I just wanted her to say that i was a good photographer and that my work was good, not that it was good when she wanted and needed me to do a photo for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In that aspect, acceptance was what i wanted from her and that my photography, my art, my passion, could and did not have a price that she could hold in her hands.  The boat on the lake that i so love and the God created sunset in the sky is a future that we could have had. A glimpse of a future that will not be for us to have for she could not see the beauty and art in my passion... Only the bottom dollar.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-7995413042704128497?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7995413042704128497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=7995413042704128497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7995413042704128497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7995413042704128497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/distant-future-memory.html' title='A Distant Future Memory...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3808793825_bb5b94b905_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-7813748462763992702</id><published>2009-08-28T04:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:01:14.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>David Bowie - Thursdays child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8S227FFNwl8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8S227FFNwl8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can so totally relate to this song and i always have been able to.  "the song's about a guy living with a girl he doesn't love, same point from the girl, they're trying to work it out but things remain the same."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-7813748462763992702?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7813748462763992702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=7813748462763992702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7813748462763992702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7813748462763992702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/david-bowie-thursdays-child.html' title='David Bowie - Thursdays child'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-9137069541167743265</id><published>2009-07-24T01:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:10:37.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DSC00934: Sunset Rattlesnake 1.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3697012074/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/3697012074_e9a35186b2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3697012074/"&gt;DSC00934: Sunset Rattlesnake 1.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4th Of July!! Lake Sam Rayburn Texas: Rattlesnake Island!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another in the Sunset Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the evening, more boats have gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the bodies are in silhouette against the water and the deep tones i achieved using a "Center Weighted" metering mode for this photo. It lets you know that the night is just about upon the people left on the island and the wonderment of what is to come later...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-9137069541167743265?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/9137069541167743265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=9137069541167743265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/9137069541167743265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/9137069541167743265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/07/dsc00934-sunset-rattlesnake-10.html' title='DSC00934: Sunset Rattlesnake 1.0'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/3697012074_e9a35186b2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-7090295387125055921</id><published>2009-06-24T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:32:30.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Into The Distance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3659074418/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/3659074418_7b908ec576_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3659074418/"&gt;Looking Into The Distance...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have not written here in a while.  Life still goes on and i am like a leaf being blown down the road and into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking West off into the distance standing in the middle of HWY 255 on the southern end of Lake Sam Rayburn. I wonder where it will end or where it begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just caught in confusion and strange emotions today and i do not like it.  The reality of me moving home after 8 years of being away and the loss of my job and my family in the divorce is really bothering me this evening. I miss my friends in St Louis and the activities that i did there with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my daughter Chelsea.  That is the worst part of the divorce and moving away from there. I did not know how much of an impact that it was going to have on me...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-7090295387125055921?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7090295387125055921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=7090295387125055921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7090295387125055921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7090295387125055921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-into-distance.html' title='Looking Into The Distance...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/3659074418_7b908ec576_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-8776515421359659841</id><published>2009-05-27T07:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:57:22.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unopened Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3567991035/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3567991035_c7e19e6344_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3567991035/"&gt;Unopened Bloom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This photo reminds me of what is happening in my life.  I am like this flower as i am waiting for the right time to open up and see the Sun.  I am waiting to feel its warmth and bask in its glow.  I have yet another life to live now.  Starting over and beginning to live another life in the continuing saga that has been my time so far...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-8776515421359659841?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8776515421359659841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=8776515421359659841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8776515421359659841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8776515421359659841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/05/unopened-bloom.html' title='Unopened Bloom'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3567991035_c7e19e6344_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-5071540702427146061</id><published>2009-05-10T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:33:09.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Though'/><title type='text'>New Life(s)</title><content type='html'>In the past 20 years i have lived more than a lot of people would have ever wanted to.  I have been a party person, a student, a friend, a dad, a husband, a lover, a cheat, a lair, a thief.   I have lived so many lives that i care and dare not try to name them all.  I am now living another life that i thought would never happen; it was in my head that it could happen.  I hoped that it would not come to what it had to before this happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many lives that we all lead, this is one i did not want to ever have to live, a divorced 37 year old with no children of my own.   Now i am faced with a very hard and strange choice.  DO i want to have a child of my own with someone when and if i find someone special or do i want to stay a single man or married with no children and have they type of life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend(s) that has a 6 yer old son and just had another baby at 40. He is a Doctor in Virginia.  He has the means to live like that and have another kid at 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Living so many lives makes it hard to settle down and try to focus on a single life to lead when the time should come for that. I wonder where this life that i have now will lead me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-5071540702427146061?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5071540702427146061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=5071540702427146061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5071540702427146061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5071540702427146061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-lifes.html' title='New Life(s)'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-6130323955863036194</id><published>2009-05-08T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:54:35.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 of me...Who is Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3506488778/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3347/3506488778_53eef91796_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3506488778/"&gt;The 3 of me...Who is Who?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who is who?  Which shadow is the true me or are they just former images of my true self?  Perhaps they are three different sides of my personality all trying to come out and fighting for control of me? The center shadow surly looks like the dominate one out of the bunch but is the the right one...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-6130323955863036194?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6130323955863036194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=6130323955863036194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6130323955863036194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6130323955863036194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-of-mewho-is-who.html' title='The 3 of me...Who is Who?'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3347/3506488778_53eef91796_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-3327726727001110446</id><published>2009-04-20T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:10:16.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Though'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Asking Questions</title><content type='html'>I asked her if she loved me on Sunday.  She shows no remorse to the answer but stated that she did not, not love me, just that it is life and cut your loses and move on.  If it hurts her, i cannot see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What machine we become.  Are we all so tainted?  In the  business world that all she can see is loses and gains like on a business ledger?  Life is, i guess a business in some aspects, but when we depersonalize to that extent, what is left? A business deal that feel through, a contract that was broken?  I like to think that i am more than a balance on a ledger sheet in this world, but i guess that i am no more than that to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-3327726727001110446?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3327726727001110446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=3327726727001110446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3327726727001110446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3327726727001110446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/asking-questions.html' title='Asking Questions'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-3115234648064218694</id><published>2009-04-20T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:53:17.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3458775443/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3458775443_5c36342ce0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3458775443/"&gt;Wondering...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is just a little dark at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped my truck on the way home last night. Took this pic of the gauges, GPS, and the road ahead. I wondered what was ahead for me. What is ahead for me in life? I have all the tools that i need to start this new adventure in my life. I wonder where it is going to take me and when it will happen?  Like the song titled "How Soon Is Now?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-3115234648064218694?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3115234648064218694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=3115234648064218694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3115234648064218694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3115234648064218694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/wondering.html' title='Wondering...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3458775443_5c36342ce0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-3963443664111100212</id><published>2009-04-20T12:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:48:06.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Though'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Give Me A Break</title><content type='html'>I just wonder if at some point in this life, i can get a break.  Stuff just tries to keep holding me back down all the time. Time is a factor that i do not have a lot of at this moment. The home i am supposed to move into has work to be done at with a little over 2 weeks for em to be able to move into.  Inspections and all of that mess.  Permits, yadda, yadda,  what a nightmare this is turning into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-3963443664111100212?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3963443664111100212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=3963443664111100212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3963443664111100212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3963443664111100212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-break.html' title='Give Me A Break'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-5793426739721309428</id><published>2009-04-16T23:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:56:25.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life Coming  At Cha...</title><content type='html'>We often have a picture of how our life should be.  Of how we want it.  perhaps we get it that way but we are not satisfied? We all have a picture of how we want it to be and if we get it that way, it tends to be destroyed by us or someone else.  Perhaps we are at fault or the other party are at fault, who knows who it really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see it coming toward us in slow motion but there is nothing that we can do to prevent it from happening. though NO PART OF OUT OWN AND THROUGH ALL PARTS OF OUT OWN, We KILL THE LOVE AND COMPASSION THAT WE ONCE HAD TOGETHER.  We can see it in slow motion with rose colored glasses to help, but they do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now at these points in out lives we cant stand the other one.  There's no love between us anymore. we just have to deal and live the best way we can.  Try to remain civil and get on with our lives that have become broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-5793426739721309428?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5793426739721309428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=5793426739721309428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5793426739721309428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5793426739721309428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-coming-at-cha.html' title='Life Coming  At Cha...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-8819854864555908022</id><published>2009-04-16T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:17:37.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disease'/><title type='text'>A Few Memories Of Mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;When I was born, it was in Austin Texas. I was born at Seaton Memorial, which is no longer there. It has been torn down. We lived in campus housing there at &lt;a href="http://www.utexas.edu/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some apartments on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;North Lamar Blvd.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; They are still there. Soon afterward, we moved to Kirbyville &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:state&gt; where I lived until my 8th grade year then I moved to Jasper to live with my mother and I graduated from &lt;a href="http://www.jasperisd.net/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jasper High school &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in 1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my whole life I always wanted to live as far away from there as I could, I even said that I wanted to live in New Your City, I got very close to there, Massachusetts was about 5 hours from there. I also felt this incredible draw to Austin Texas. I did make it back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but it was not what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a big partier when I was about 18 years old until I was 29 and I decided to get my life straightened out. All the while, I always had the vision or dream if you will about if I was able to go and live in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; that my life would be complete. I would have the friends that I wanted to have and the job that I needed, the girl, bla bla bla and so on and so forth. I can still picture that scene with me and my friends walking down a street in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; laughing and joking with each other. I can still remember the clothes and hair that I would have as strange as that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on this dream, I can tell that I was part of my addiction manifesting itself at an early age. I was never really comfortable in my own skin even at an early age; I had friends and had what I wanted, but it was more than that. I was an unrest that I could never put my finger upon until later in my life after I got clean and sober. I have been clean and sober for over 5 years now. I did make it to my promise land, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and the things that I sought after for so many years did not come to fruition. I was deeply in the throes of my addiction at that time and was miserable with myself and everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good did come out of me moving to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I did get clean and I did get married to a very special and wonderful person whom I love and admire. I have a wonderful daughter. I have a family of my own and even though at times it might be hard, I would not trade it for anything in the world. We have done more in the last 5+ years together then I could have ever have hoped for when I was out there suffering with my disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-8819854864555908022?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8819854864555908022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=8819854864555908022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8819854864555908022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8819854864555908022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-memories-of-mine.html' title='A Few Memories Of Mine...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-8483261736555986491</id><published>2009-04-14T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:49:28.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Been A While...</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my last post.   It was hard for me Easter Day.  Very hard.  It was Easter 1 year ago that i was out in this area looking for a new home with my soon to be EX-Wife and daughter.   It is funny how things can change in 1 years time.  I know that it has taken more than 1 year for things to get like they are but that doesn't make it any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell my ex how i feel about all of this and how she acts as if nothing can hurt her.  Like she does not even care that i am leaving.  I wonder if i could have done more than what i did or didn't do to make whit work.  But in the end, it really does not matter.  It is over and i accept it.  She seems to be moving on with her life and making plans, why should i not do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my good friend told me, "This is the Summer of my life" about to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-8483261736555986491?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8483261736555986491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=8483261736555986491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8483261736555986491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8483261736555986491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-while.html' title='Been A While...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-6717501296448122167</id><published>2009-04-05T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:01:55.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulip Memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3414882653/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3414882653_712f6a0a38_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3414882653/"&gt;Three In A Row...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess that i have always loved nature and flowers.  I had 2 Grandmothers that love to plant flower gardens and an Aunt that also fostered that love in me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out and shooting Flowers and Blooms kind of brings bback the memories of the one that have pass on to the other side of life and helps me remember the one that is still with us, but not the same as she was before the cancer.  I will always love and cherish the moments that i spent with all of them and will love to be reunited with them in the next one...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-6717501296448122167?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6717501296448122167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=6717501296448122167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6717501296448122167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/6717501296448122167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/tulip-memories.html' title='Tulip Memories..'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3414882653_712f6a0a38_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-7116224810039144103</id><published>2009-03-29T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:26:58.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/SdA75_qPXaI/AAAAAAAACyg/uXaQTgCXOYI/s1600-h/Broken+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found my wedding ring in the metal heart on what used to be my side of the bed.  Is it a message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, what a strange feeling and emotion.  Perhaps in the beginning, we had Love.   After many years and injustices, love had died.  Love is gone. Perhaps this is a metaphor for our love, Cold and Hard, like the metal heart that the symbol of love is in .  The ring is placed in a cold, metal heart; like mine and hers has become in this relationship.  Shiny, silver, stainless, white gold,   but cold like our hears towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, we did love each when we took the vows of marriage, but we do not or did not know how to love each other or what kind of love the other one needed.  Or if we did try to love, it was spurned by the other and we thought that it was an injustice and a personal affront.  We could not deal with how the other loved us and we wanted more than they could give.  Even if we tried to do something about it, it was killed and the cycle would start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one person needed as love the other could no give and they could not be happy with it; each needing it they way they wanted it, never giving to the others demands of how LOVE should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this, in the end, is what and how our love died; with two cold metal hearts to one another. Not meaning that we can never love again, just never love each other again.  Perhaps if we can take one thing with us in this ending, perhaps we can learn from our mistakes, perhaps our hearts can love again somewhere down the long road that is our life.  Perhaps somewhere down that road, we can try to forgive the other person of their injustices against one another and make peace in the soul and spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Dr Strange Said, "It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all." I guess that we tried to love and we all lost in the miserable end, killing what we once had, if only for a little while, that strange and wondrous  thing called love...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-7116224810039144103?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7116224810039144103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=7116224810039144103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7116224810039144103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/7116224810039144103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/SdA75_qPXaI/AAAAAAAACyg/uXaQTgCXOYI/s72-c/Broken+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-3662668542860236913</id><published>2009-03-29T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:39:54.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Snow 1.6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3395808570/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3395808570_a3c4ed7341_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3395808570/"&gt;Last Snow 1.6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is sometimes how Love and Life get.  We feel that love takes a final stand and sometimes get buried under a lot of crap.  We hope that it will pop back up and begin anew but alas, sometimes, it is so damaged that it cannot continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, it takes a lot of crap for us to see what is really going on in our life and that we have been buried under the snow, all frigid and cold. And that now it is time for a new love of life to grow and blossom with the changing season.   This photo reminds me of this when i look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you live if springing back up and will take bloom and become green with happiness with the changing season, that the cold and snow can be shed off and will melt away...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-3662668542860236913?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3662668542860236913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=3662668542860236913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3662668542860236913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/3662668542860236913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-snow-16.html' title='Last Snow 1.6'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3395808570_a3c4ed7341_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-9136927896849905589</id><published>2009-03-27T07:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:32:58.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Søren Kierkegaard'/><title type='text'>Thought For The Day...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hich is more difficult, to awaken one who sleeps or to awaken one who, awake, dreams that he is awake - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%B8ren_Kierkegaard"&gt;Søren Kierkegaard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Feel...&lt;br /&gt;Let Me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-9136927896849905589?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/9136927896849905589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=9136927896849905589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/9136927896849905589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/9136927896849905589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought For The Day...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-2970128809166244303</id><published>2009-03-23T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:09:59.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>D.I.V.O.R.C.E.</title><content type='html'>Well, the big D work has hit me.   I filed yesterday.   I feel better than i have in a long time.  A great weight has been lifted from me.  I want to be amicable in this whole deal but a sleeping beast has been awoke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-2970128809166244303?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/2970128809166244303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=2970128809166244303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/2970128809166244303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/2970128809166244303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/divorce.html' title='D.I.V.O.R.C.E.'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-5254812642924975874</id><published>2009-03-23T14:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:52:06.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Crazyness...</title><content type='html'>Things in life get all crazy and people get hurt!!  Life gets in the way when you try to communicate and it does not work.  Communication is the key to lots of issues and when you loose that, you have lost a lot more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-5254812642924975874?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5254812642924975874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=5254812642924975874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5254812642924975874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5254812642924975874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazyness.html' title='Crazyness...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-1113641673901461568</id><published>2009-03-17T07:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:07:32.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><title type='text'>Hurt?</title><content type='html'>We have been through a lot and there is a lot of water under our bridge; perhaps the flood has come and the footings are gone for good without any chance of recovery or repair this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always hurt the ones we love? Why do we continue to repeat the same cycle of hurt that happens over and over again?  When we hurt them, they hurt us and we cant break the cycle.  It continues and continues till any and all love is gone from the heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is totally to blame?  I know i am a hard person to live with but so is she. Why does this cycle feed off of itself?  We all see injustices in our little world that we perceive to be done to us that hurt and then we retaliate against that hurt; thus beginning the cycle over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that only a miracle will ever make her love me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not look for one of those to ever occur in this instance of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we have grown apart and this is the end  of that growth; where we really do not care what is going on with eachother or in the others world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-1113641673901461568?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1113641673901461568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=1113641673901461568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/1113641673901461568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/1113641673901461568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurt.html' title='Hurt?'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-4726597036142437784</id><published>2009-03-15T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:15:04.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Level 42 - Leaving Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wFfcr3PzCO4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wFfcr3PzCO4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always loved this song and i have felt like it for the last few weeks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-4726597036142437784?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4726597036142437784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=4726597036142437784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4726597036142437784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4726597036142437784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/level-42-leaving-me-now.html' title='Level 42 - Leaving Me Now'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-8490696853120077564</id><published>2009-03-15T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:34:16.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3317543258/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3317543258_22cb5c2484_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3317543258/"&gt;Busted Wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes this is how i feel.  All busted and getting torn down from the ravages of time.   The feeling of not being wanted or useful anymore, like i have not life left in me and the only thing left to do is "Tear Down The Wall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i not have any more value left in me?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-8490696853120077564?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8490696853120077564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=8490696853120077564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8490696853120077564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8490696853120077564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/busted-wall.html' title='Busted Wall'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3317543258_22cb5c2484_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-5379745274553848844</id><published>2009-03-15T18:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:31:47.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Sight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3316716973/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3316716973_4693588618_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3316716973/"&gt;Broken Sight...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This photo reminds me of how we look at life sometimes. It gets all shattered and broken up like a window that has been hit. Every know and then, we get a piece that falls out and gives us a clear, unobstructed view of how life really is. It would be nice to always have a clear view; But for the most part, we go through life looking through a broken window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the picture of what is outside of the window is all broken up from the glass. It has a tint to it and makes it look much darker than it really is. It was a cold overcast day around the 30 degree mark with a strong North wind blowing.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-5379745274553848844?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5379745274553848844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=5379745274553848844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5379745274553848844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/5379745274553848844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/broken-sight.html' title='Broken Sight...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3316716973_4693588618_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-8457131113696114463</id><published>2009-03-15T18:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:28:27.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3357441653/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3472/3357441653_c75a9f595c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rmstringer/3357441653/"&gt;New Life...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rmstringer/"&gt;RMStringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looks like spring is finally starting to arrive for us.  It is if these plants just jumped out of the ground in a matter of 2-3 days.  It looks like they have a some type of bloom that is forming on the top of the stalk. I wonder what they will be?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-8457131113696114463?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8457131113696114463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=8457131113696114463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8457131113696114463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/8457131113696114463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-life.html' title='New Life...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3472/3357441653_c75a9f595c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-4604622239173402555</id><published>2009-03-15T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:07:47.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rave'/><title type='text'>Good Music?</title><content type='html'>What happened to the day when an artist made an album that was good? I MEAN REALLY GOOD!!  Peter Gabriel - "So"  had like 5 number 1 hits on it and the rest was good!   Not one damm song that sold a million copies.   So much crap out today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-4604622239173402555?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4604622239173402555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=4604622239173402555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4604622239173402555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4604622239173402555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-music.html' title='Good Music?'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530761706198852199.post-4457285577275676378</id><published>2009-03-15T17:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:34:44.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hello and Welcome...</title><content type='html'>This blog has changed directions and now will be about my thoughts, personal and otherwise, about life, love, and death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530761706198852199-4457285577275676378?l=randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4457285577275676378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530761706198852199&amp;postID=4457285577275676378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4457285577275676378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530761706198852199/posts/default/4457285577275676378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomfallingtrees.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-and-welcome.html' title='Hello and Welcome...'/><author><name>RMStringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385290100561793119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAzLwRLqxUQ/Ssqs5v9WEeI/AAAAAAAADUk/UT6vJFiruKg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
