<?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-4480165962134203175</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:13:41.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thought Pile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-1456168051454350329</id><published>2010-12-20T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:57:00.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - December 20, 2010</title><content type='html'>On the topic of getting back together with an ex:&lt;br /&gt;Desperation is the loudest cry of the heart, but it is also the most insincere. When they wave you down with a white flag, approach with caution. It is probably stained with selfishness, greed, and interest of personal gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-1456168051454350329?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1456168051454350329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-20-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1456168051454350329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1456168051454350329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-20-2010.html' title='Monday - December 20, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-2880829510031019671</id><published>2010-12-19T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:29:24.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - December 19, 2010</title><content type='html'>Giving a gift of the heart is one of the greatest gifts you can give. They are only second to the gift of knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-2880829510031019671?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2880829510031019671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-december-19-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2880829510031019671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2880829510031019671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-december-19-2010.html' title='Sunday - December 19, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-5659284619844260791</id><published>2010-12-18T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:01:13.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday - December 17, 2010</title><content type='html'>Many times I find that my life is like jumping from cliff to cliff. I'm always in a rush to move on. Jumping from one extreme to another and grasping on for life. Many times I feel like I've missed the ledge but luckily I only slide down the face until I can grab on to something until I can climb back up. I hope one day I find myself on level ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-5659284619844260791?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/5659284619844260791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-december-17-2010_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/5659284619844260791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/5659284619844260791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-december-17-2010_18.html' title='Friday - December 17, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-8457298798844747272</id><published>2010-12-17T01:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:16:51.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday - December 17, 2010</title><content type='html'>Sweetest of dreams, to the sweetest of dreamers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-8457298798844747272?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/8457298798844747272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-december-17-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8457298798844747272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8457298798844747272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-december-17-2010.html' title='Friday - December 17, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-3371231944123663043</id><published>2010-12-16T00:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:21:56.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday - December 16, 2010</title><content type='html'>Those who spend their time holding on to grudges, have no room for love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-3371231944123663043?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/3371231944123663043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-16-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3371231944123663043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3371231944123663043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-16-2010.html' title='Thursday - December 16, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-3118944226355146780</id><published>2010-12-15T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:29:36.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday - December 15, 2010</title><content type='html'>The sniffles are God's way of saying it's been too long since you had homemade chicken soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-3118944226355146780?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/3118944226355146780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-december-15-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3118944226355146780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3118944226355146780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-december-15-2010.html' title='Wednesday - December 15, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-6601697305993476233</id><published>2010-12-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:35:31.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday - December 14, 2010</title><content type='html'>There were 3 in the bed and the little one said, "Roll over, roll over." So they all rolled over and one fell out, there were two in the bed and the little one said, "If I ever catch you around that stupid whore again--"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-6601697305993476233?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6601697305993476233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-14-2010_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/6601697305993476233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/6601697305993476233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-14-2010_14.html' title='Tuesday - December 14, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-4310623802836695786</id><published>2010-12-14T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:27:41.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday - December 14, 2010</title><content type='html'>It's on the coldest of days we miss the warmth of our beds. On the coldest of nights when we have the warmth of our beds, it is then that we miss the warmth of a lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-4310623802836695786?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/4310623802836695786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-14-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/4310623802836695786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/4310623802836695786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-14-2010.html' title='Tuesday - December 14, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-511553065588623190</id><published>2010-12-13T23:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:53:51.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - December 13, 2010</title><content type='html'>Even on the roughest of days, your love keeps my life running as smooth as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-511553065588623190?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/511553065588623190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-13-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/511553065588623190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/511553065588623190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-13-2010.html' title='Monday - December 13, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-882365929817316868</id><published>2010-12-13T01:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:06:16.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - December 13, 2010</title><content type='html'>There will always be more conversations to have, more smiles to put on your face. But, what has been said was more then enough and yet just the right amount to make us who we are. To make us, "us".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-882365929817316868?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/882365929817316868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-will-always-be-more-conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/882365929817316868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/882365929817316868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-will-always-be-more-conversations.html' title='Monday - December 13, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-3384892438727670010</id><published>2010-12-12T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:06:42.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - December 12, 2010</title><content type='html'>A true friend is the kind of person who you can see every five minutes or every five years and you talk as if you never walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-3384892438727670010?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/3384892438727670010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-friend-is-kind-of-person-who-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3384892438727670010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3384892438727670010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-friend-is-kind-of-person-who-you.html' title='Sunday - December 12, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-981295465174483993</id><published>2010-12-11T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:01:22.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - December 11, 2010</title><content type='html'>If you can hear the Lord is calling out, I doubt He&amp;#39;s talking to the guy next to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-981295465174483993?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/981295465174483993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-can-hear-lord-is-calling-out-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/981295465174483993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/981295465174483993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-can-hear-lord-is-calling-out-i.html' title='Saturday - December 11, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-1311516241379532285</id><published>2010-12-10T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:00:09.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday - December 10, 2010</title><content type='html'>I love the feeling you get when you realize that your past is passed and your future is happening now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-1311516241379532285?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1311516241379532285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-december-12-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1311516241379532285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1311516241379532285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-december-12-2010.html' title='Friday - December 10, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-5631514029799840778</id><published>2010-12-09T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:59:27.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday - December 9, 2010</title><content type='html'>Music is the best and only medicine for the heart, soul, and mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-5631514029799840778?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/5631514029799840778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-december-8-2010_6578.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/5631514029799840778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/5631514029799840778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-december-8-2010_6578.html' title='Thursday - December 9, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-2407528118928119329</id><published>2010-12-08T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:02:07.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday - December 8, 2010</title><content type='html'>I've reached a point in my life where the "I" before the "love you" is the most important part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-2407528118928119329?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2407528118928119329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-december-8-2010_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2407528118928119329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2407528118928119329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-december-8-2010_08.html' title='Wednesday - December 8, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-7851116048568941168</id><published>2010-12-08T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:56:26.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday - December 8, 2010</title><content type='html'>All great love stories worth telling, are tragic. Not because love is tragic but because we should learn from the greatest mistakes of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-7851116048568941168?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7851116048568941168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-december-8-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7851116048568941168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7851116048568941168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-december-8-2010.html' title='Wednesday - December 8, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-5607623437950492349</id><published>2010-12-07T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:52:02.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday - December 7, 2010</title><content type='html'>It takes a strong person to admit their mistakes. It takes a stronger person to admit a mistake thats fixed before its noticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-5607623437950492349?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/5607623437950492349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-7-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/5607623437950492349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/5607623437950492349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-7-2010.html' title='Tuesday - December 7, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-206538909973593582</id><published>2010-12-07T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:52:54.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday - December 7, 2010</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it seems like rain travels so far just to pour down on you. Remember this, all rain comes from the oceans and it would take a lot of rain to drain an ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-206538909973593582?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/206538909973593582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-2-2010_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/206538909973593582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/206538909973593582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-2-2010_07.html' title='Tuesday - December 7, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-8885528914342380005</id><published>2010-12-07T23:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:54:59.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday  - December 7, 2010</title><content type='html'>Love is like the ocean. Some days you really want to swim but the current seems too strong. Sometimes the water is perfect and you never want to go back to shore. The tide rises and falls and you never can predict exactly how far a wave will wash up on the sand. But it’s always fun to walk along the shoreline and let the water brush past your feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-8885528914342380005?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/8885528914342380005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-2010_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8885528914342380005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8885528914342380005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-2010_07.html' title='Tuesday  - December 7, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-388063344557280655</id><published>2010-12-06T23:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:51:31.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - December 6, 2010</title><content type='html'>Love and friendship exists only to those who are willing to allow it to exist. For both love and friendship start in the mind. Therefore a mind that is inaccessible to others is not only ignorant, but loveless and alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-388063344557280655?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/388063344557280655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-6-2010_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/388063344557280655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/388063344557280655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-6-2010_06.html' title='Monday - December 6, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-7302121059883390765</id><published>2010-12-06T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:49:12.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - December 6, 2010</title><content type='html'>A friend is worth 1,000 words after you've moved on. A good friend is worth 2,000 words before it's time to start a new life. A best friend is worth infinite words unspoken because even when you are apart, you have the best of conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-7302121059883390765?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7302121059883390765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-6-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7302121059883390765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7302121059883390765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-6-2010.html' title='Monday - December 6, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-3593100943842959057</id><published>2010-12-05T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:43:44.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - December 5, 2010</title><content type='html'>I don't believe in something happening at the wrong time. If you truly take a moment to think of something that happened in your life at "the wrong time" I bet you it caused something else to happen at the right time. Therefore we should learn to appreciate how even the bad things in our life are there to put us on the right path. They are there to make us who it is we are supposed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-3593100943842959057?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/3593100943842959057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-december-5-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3593100943842959057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3593100943842959057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-december-5-2010.html' title='Sunday - December 5, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-1248445110281638394</id><published>2010-12-04T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:22:50.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - December 4, 2010</title><content type='html'>In some states, it wasn't until 1967 that interracial couples were allowed to have sex, let alone get married. Why has it taken almost half a century for us to consider same-sex marriage!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-1248445110281638394?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1248445110281638394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-december-4-2010_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1248445110281638394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1248445110281638394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-december-4-2010_04.html' title='Saturday - December 4, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-9159319658441401311</id><published>2010-12-04T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:25:16.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - December 4, 2010</title><content type='html'>As a teen growing up in the oughts, I can honestly say that there is nothing social about these "networks" we are a part of. If anything they are teaching us how to be less social. I feel like something really tragic is going to come out of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-9159319658441401311?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/9159319658441401311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-december-4-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/9159319658441401311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/9159319658441401311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-december-4-2010.html' title='Saturday - December 4, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-5976372858383691125</id><published>2010-12-02T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:59:59.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday - December 2, 2010</title><content type='html'>No one told you growing up that a kiss fixes everything but a broken heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-5976372858383691125?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/5976372858383691125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-2-2010_6924.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/5976372858383691125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/5976372858383691125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-2-2010_6924.html' title='Thursday - December 2, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-165666207629533058</id><published>2010-12-02T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T01:37:30.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday - December 2, 2010</title><content type='html'>A simple kiss on the forehead always makes my mother smile. As for my father, I blow a temper and I get a pat on the shoulder. Those are the best moments because I know he's thinking, "That's my boy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-165666207629533058?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/165666207629533058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-2-2010_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/165666207629533058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/165666207629533058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-2-2010_02.html' title='Thursday - December 2, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-2250776196879286136</id><published>2010-12-02T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:38:38.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday - December 2, 2010</title><content type='html'>I realized that when I give advice on love and sex I always assume that the person listening wants a permanent, monogamous, settled life. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-2250776196879286136?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2250776196879286136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-2-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2250776196879286136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2250776196879286136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-2-2010.html' title='Thursday - December 2, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-2055231656687539997</id><published>2010-12-02T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:36:20.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday - December 2, 2010</title><content type='html'>It will take weeks, upon months, upon years to build your life. It will take blood, sweat and tears. It will take family, friends, and even enemies. But all it takes is one leap of faith, one small ounce of hope to anchor into and that life will fall apart. Planned the right way though, it will fall apart only to be juxtaposed and conjoined with another's. It is in that moment that you will realize you were not building &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;life but, &lt;i&gt;your half&lt;/i&gt; of a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-2055231656687539997?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2055231656687539997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-2-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2055231656687539997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2055231656687539997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-2-2010.html' title='Thursday - December 2, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-8654692457876387949</id><published>2010-12-01T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:37:04.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday - December 1, 2010</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just need to slap on some daisy dukes, play provocative music and clean up around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-8654692457876387949?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/8654692457876387949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-1-2010_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8654692457876387949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8654692457876387949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-1-2010_01.html' title='Wednesday - December 1, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-6556770828622891329</id><published>2010-12-01T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:39:52.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday - December 1, 2010</title><content type='html'>Every December morning should start with a chill, a shiver, and a kiss good morning. On every other day, a cup of coffee will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-6556770828622891329?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6556770828622891329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-1-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/6556770828622891329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/6556770828622891329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-1-2010.html' title='Wednesday - December 1, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-6946174276592615687</id><published>2010-12-01T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:50:44.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday - December 1, 2010</title><content type='html'>Being infatuated is far different than being in love and people have come to understand thing. What scares me is that some people have not yet understood the difference between being in love and staying and love versus being in love and falling into a comfortable routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-6946174276592615687?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6946174276592615687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/wednesday-december-1-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/6946174276592615687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/6946174276592615687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/wednesday-december-1-2010.html' title='Wednesday - December 1, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-1070432326888958621</id><published>2010-11-30T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:48:01.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday - November 30, 2010</title><content type='html'>You cannot take a bullet for someone who won't even attempt to push you out of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-1070432326888958621?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1070432326888958621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-november-30-2010_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1070432326888958621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1070432326888958621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-november-30-2010_29.html' title='Tuesday - November 30, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-3703896247755700598</id><published>2010-11-30T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:47:38.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday - November 30, 2010</title><content type='html'>Why is it that someone will take time to remember the anniversary of something tragic and remind themselves of that horrible day and yet we won't take the time everyday to remember the great things that happened exactly 365 days ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-3703896247755700598?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/3703896247755700598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-november-30-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3703896247755700598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/3703896247755700598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-november-30-2010.html' title='Tuesday - November 30, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-7282001704666679639</id><published>2010-11-29T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:31:51.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - November 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>At the end of a hard work week everyman deserves a day off. Every woman deserves two. Every mother deserves a month paid vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-7282001704666679639?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7282001704666679639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-november-29-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7282001704666679639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7282001704666679639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-november-29-2010.html' title='Monday - November 29, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-846804024181483299</id><published>2010-11-29T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:29:03.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - November 30, 2010</title><content type='html'>You can fill your dresser drawers with all the latest fashions. You can weigh yourself down with the best in designer accessories but don't be afraid to reach up to that top shelf and put on something comfortable every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-846804024181483299?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/846804024181483299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-november-30-2010_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/846804024181483299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/846804024181483299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-november-30-2010_29.html' title='Monday - November 30, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-7590048324257454126</id><published>2010-11-29T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T01:11:36.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - November 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>The line between who you are and who you want to be is very fine; so fine you can't even see it. You will never know that though, if you don't leave the past where it belongs.&lt;div&gt;The other side of the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-7590048324257454126?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7590048324257454126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-november-29-2010_4774.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7590048324257454126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7590048324257454126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-november-29-2010_4774.html' title='Sunday - November 29, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-7412025622082805423</id><published>2010-11-29T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T01:05:45.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - November 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>It's not always easy being the one looked up to. There will come a time when all those trying to be you will outshine you. It is in that moment that you must remember to not be jealous that they've become whatever it is they've become. Instead pity them for never being able to be the one thing they always wanted to be. You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-7412025622082805423?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7412025622082805423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-november-29-2010_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7412025622082805423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/7412025622082805423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-november-29-2010_28.html' title='Sunday - November 29, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-1845903390824295626</id><published>2010-11-29T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T01:00:41.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - November 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>Just because you have a gym membership does not mean that you're doing anything about the extra baggage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-1845903390824295626?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1845903390824295626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-november-29-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1845903390824295626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/1845903390824295626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-november-29-2010.html' title='Sunday - November 29, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-717946117229595505</id><published>2010-11-27T20:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:26:33.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - November 27, 2010</title><content type='html'>When I have accumulated too many books on my shelf, I don't sell my books, I purchase a second book case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-717946117229595505?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/717946117229595505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-27-2010_8563.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/717946117229595505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/717946117229595505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-27-2010_8563.html' title='Saturday - November 27, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-8615366989407817962</id><published>2010-11-27T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:24:01.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - November 27, 2010</title><content type='html'>If you feel the need to test your true feelings and confidence in your relationship, you should not analyze the outcome of your experiment, but instead analyze the reason for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-8615366989407817962?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/8615366989407817962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-27-2010_2442.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8615366989407817962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8615366989407817962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-27-2010_2442.html' title='Saturday - November 27, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-2262611126693866558</id><published>2010-11-27T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:19:45.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - November 27, 2010</title><content type='html'>You may need to drink water to live, but water does not need to be consumed for it to exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-2262611126693866558?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2262611126693866558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-27-2010_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2262611126693866558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/2262611126693866558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-27-2010_27.html' title='Saturday - November 27, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480165962134203175.post-8506549760477676061</id><published>2010-11-27T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:18:52.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - November 27, 2010</title><content type='html'>Water was on this earth well before man. Simply because one blocks its course or changes it path, does not mean that the water will not find its way. For where there is determination, there is success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480165962134203175-8506549760477676061?l=thoughtpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/feeds/8506549760477676061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-27-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8506549760477676061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480165962134203175/posts/default/8506549760477676061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpile.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-27-2010.html' title='Saturday - November 27, 2010'/><author><name>The Thought Pile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604161092201743250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsRtJsfgSDU/TPGxKozyhYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZWRqdcEPa3A/S220/Thoughtpile.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
