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	<title>Comments on: Christmas Cookie Recipe</title>
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		<title>By: Doug</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11828</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 19:06:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>With each of us sharing our love over the next few days it brings to mind how our minds work as we think of those we love.  I have been thinking a lot about family the last few days and it made me realize that no matter what my mind knows it will always see thing differently. 
 As I think about my family (my children, nieces, nephew, cousins) my mind understands that they are full grown men and women ranging from 30 something to 50 something, but my heart still sees them with the innocent beauty of a baby chick. I try to see them as full grown white rock hens spreading there wing and fluffing the dust, and tuff old rooster scratching in the dirt and crowing at the morning sun, but as hard as I try my hearts feels them as those soft little yellow chicks.
  I guess I would rather think I still can whoop Monty’s butt in a game of horse, out run any of them Danville sissy’s, take all them southern cousins to school in a snow ball fight, steal a bird feeder from Cliffs kids anytime, scare the crap out of Andy’s kids with a grub worm and a bullfrog, and make both Doug jr, and Sarah sit quietly as I told them of Santa’s birds watching them
  I think it might be better to only live one moment feeling the beautiful sweet innocents of one heart, then to live a life time, and not.
  So as you celebrate the birth of baby Jesus the next few days, remember that he’s an old fart now, but he sees you as that soft little fluffy yellow chick so perfect and so innocent because he only feels you with his heart.

 Love to all my bold grace family, and once again Merry Christmas!

PS: MC is in here dressed as an elf and wants to say something also..Mc says: HAPPY HUNUKKA!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG,,, I never learn, I just never learn! 
Dam cat</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>With each of us sharing our love over the next few days it brings to mind how our minds work as we think of those we love.  I have been thinking a lot about family the last few days and it made me realize that no matter what my mind knows it will always see thing differently.<br />
 As I think about my family (my children, nieces, nephew, cousins) my mind understands that they are full grown men and women ranging from 30 something to 50 something, but my heart still sees them with the innocent beauty of a baby chick. I try to see them as full grown white rock hens spreading there wing and fluffing the dust, and tuff old rooster scratching in the dirt and crowing at the morning sun, but as hard as I try my hearts feels them as those soft little yellow chicks.<br />
  I guess I would rather think I still can whoop Monty’s butt in a game of horse, out run any of them Danville sissy’s, take all them southern cousins to school in a snow ball fight, steal a bird feeder from Cliffs kids anytime, scare the crap out of Andy’s kids with a grub worm and a bullfrog, and make both Doug jr, and Sarah sit quietly as I told them of Santa’s birds watching them<br />
  I think it might be better to only live one moment feeling the beautiful sweet innocents of one heart, then to live a life time, and not.<br />
  So as you celebrate the birth of baby Jesus the next few days, remember that he’s an old fart now, but he sees you as that soft little fluffy yellow chick so perfect and so innocent because he only feels you with his heart.</p>
<p> Love to all my bold grace family, and once again Merry Christmas!</p>
<p>PS: MC is in here dressed as an elf and wants to say something also..Mc says: HAPPY HUNUKKA!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>OMG,,, I never learn, I just never learn!<br />
Dam cat</p>
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		<title>By: Doug</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11820</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:17:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ive got a fussy mind now from the drugs of that dam cat put in my beer, but i have a heart that can see in the darkness of a cave, and be touched with the feel of a breeze on a hot day. A heart that can hear a crickets cry for life in its cocoon, and a heart that can taste the nectar of a drop of Gods love, but ive got mind that will leave all of that silent for me to know.

love the truth</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ive got a fussy mind now from the drugs of that dam cat put in my beer, but i have a heart that can see in the darkness of a cave, and be touched with the feel of a breeze on a hot day. A heart that can hear a crickets cry for life in its cocoon, and a heart that can taste the nectar of a drop of Gods love, but ive got mind that will leave all of that silent for me to know.</p>
<p>love the truth</p>
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		<title>By: Doug</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11819</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 04:49:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dam his bony ass, he put a ruffy in my beer, but i am back, and he is begging for forgiveness. He towered above you for a moment, but he had no lap of love to feel, unlike you.
  You were born with a perfect beauty that never ends. It is always there for you to feel and to share. No one can take it from you, no one can give it to you, no one can expect it from you, no one can show it to you. It is your perfect beauty, only wanting you to feel it.

Love always.. DOUG.. MASTER of mc</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dam his bony ass, he put a ruffy in my beer, but i am back, and he is begging for forgiveness. He towered above you for a moment, but he had no lap of love to feel, unlike you.<br />
  You were born with a perfect beauty that never ends. It is always there for you to feel and to share. No one can take it from you, no one can give it to you, no one can expect it from you, no one can show it to you. It is your perfect beauty, only wanting you to feel it.</p>
<p>Love always.. DOUG.. MASTER of mc</p>
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		<title>By: MC</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11818</link>
		<dc:creator>MC</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 04:28:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My master shared a path of joy, peace, and love. I will walk you with me through fear, guilt, and pain,  i will hold your hand as i tell you of the love we might feel, and you can feel sure that as long as you hold my paw you will be safe, but you will burn in the fire of a thousand mices if you let go of my paw.  You are so deserving of your fear guilt pain, and it is only the furry soft touch of my wisdom that can save you. Disregaurd all the truth of my master because he only believes in love, and he now lays silent.

Always love the pussy...MC</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My master shared a path of joy, peace, and love. I will walk you with me through fear, guilt, and pain,  i will hold your hand as i tell you of the love we might feel, and you can feel sure that as long as you hold my paw you will be safe, but you will burn in the fire of a thousand mices if you let go of my paw.  You are so deserving of your fear guilt pain, and it is only the furry soft touch of my wisdom that can save you. Disregaurd all the truth of my master because he only believes in love, and he now lays silent.</p>
<p>Always love the pussy&#8230;MC</p>
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		<title>By: MC</title>
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		<dc:creator>MC</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 04:04:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Its better to taste the tear of a single mouse, then to drowned in the river of mans lies.

Always love the pussy..MC</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Its better to taste the tear of a single mouse, then to drowned in the river of mans lies.</p>
<p>Always love the pussy..MC</p>
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		<title>By: Doug</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11816</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 03:55:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have walked in the shadows of all those that towered over me.  I have crept in fear of there power, and i have coward to there voice of control, but now i walk with the truth of my mind needing no one. I am more then my master who is silent to my power. As he sits with his head bowed, i will be all that i cant be.
  He can not feel my power as i walk this earth with paws of the knowledge of my animal instinct&#039;s. My master feels only his heart.  I am all that he wanted to be, and i will dance in the truth of the mind, as my master lays sleeping with eyes puddled in tears dreaming of love, i will lead you with a mind that believes i will survive tomorrow, as my master dreams of a life eternal for you, and me.

I AM MC... I AM.. I CAN SHOW YOU TOMORROW... maybe</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have walked in the shadows of all those that towered over me.  I have crept in fear of there power, and i have coward to there voice of control, but now i walk with the truth of my mind needing no one. I am more then my master who is silent to my power. As he sits with his head bowed, i will be all that i cant be.<br />
  He can not feel my power as i walk this earth with paws of the knowledge of my animal instinct&#8217;s. My master feels only his heart.  I am all that he wanted to be, and i will dance in the truth of the mind, as my master lays sleeping with eyes puddled in tears dreaming of love, i will lead you with a mind that believes i will survive tomorrow, as my master dreams of a life eternal for you, and me.</p>
<p>I AM MC&#8230; I AM.. I CAN SHOW YOU TOMORROW&#8230; maybe</p>
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		<title>By: Doug</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11814</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 00:57:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am weaken by MCs power maybe it is time to abdicate my authority, and follow him.
 That will be the last word.....
love always</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am weaken by MCs power maybe it is time to abdicate my authority, and follow him.<br />
 That will be the last word&#8230;..<br />
love always</p>
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		<title>By: Doug</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11813</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 00:48:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>MC SAYS: A cat will love man with every purr of its heart if they are loved, and a cat will claw man with all the power of there paws if they are hated, but a cat is not like man who mixes love and hate, we know pure love and pure hate.

 Dam cat is plagiarizing Sigmund Fraud .. i need password protection!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>MC SAYS: A cat will love man with every purr of its heart if they are loved, and a cat will claw man with all the power of there paws if they are hated, but a cat is not like man who mixes love and hate, we know pure love and pure hate.</p>
<p> Dam cat is plagiarizing Sigmund Fraud .. i need password protection!</p>
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		<title>By: Doug</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11811</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 00:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sometimes i hate to turn on the TV, it brings into my home the vile nature of man, and I would just as soon listen to jimmy crochet sing &quot;time in a bottle&quot;, but tonight as i walked through my family room to get a cold beer i heard the news person saying that another local minister was arrested for sexual abuse of an eleven year old boy of his congregation.
  In the past my thoughts would have been how soon can we cut his nuts off, can we put a drop of acid on his forehead every three minutes till it eats a hole throw his rotting brain, but my thoughts tonight were how can this man be this way. 
 How can he read the words of his bible, hear the words of his God, preach the words of the scriptures, and still act more repulsive then the lowest forms of life that crawls on this earth.
  He can do this because there is no part of him that can feel the love of god, there is no book, no scriptures , no bible that he can read that will release him from his mind.  He can memorize recite mock every tone of Gods love, but he wont feel it.
 I know he was born with it in him, but it is so buried that he will die wishing for the phony truth he spouted every Sunday.  There is no question in my mind that he prayed on deaf ears over and over for God to release him from his confusion, but he prayed with the same phony words of his mind that he spoke every Sunday.
  I believe that the ability to feel God is in each of us, even a wretched soul like mine that never stepped in a church, but a soul that always felt his love in my heart, and knew it was there to know, but i also believe that if your mind is so callused by that vile desires of the wants of the human mind that you may never feel his love till your last breath.
  Not sure what I&#039;m trying to tell you tonight other then that in my past i would easily put a bullet in his head, but tonight i am feeling sorry for him, and would like to hold the precious little heart he violated and tell him to believe in the love he felt because his was true.

Love always</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes i hate to turn on the TV, it brings into my home the vile nature of man, and I would just as soon listen to jimmy crochet sing &#8220;time in a bottle&#8221;, but tonight as i walked through my family room to get a cold beer i heard the news person saying that another local minister was arrested for sexual abuse of an eleven year old boy of his congregation.<br />
  In the past my thoughts would have been how soon can we cut his nuts off, can we put a drop of acid on his forehead every three minutes till it eats a hole throw his rotting brain, but my thoughts tonight were how can this man be this way.<br />
 How can he read the words of his bible, hear the words of his God, preach the words of the scriptures, and still act more repulsive then the lowest forms of life that crawls on this earth.<br />
  He can do this because there is no part of him that can feel the love of god, there is no book, no scriptures , no bible that he can read that will release him from his mind.  He can memorize recite mock every tone of Gods love, but he wont feel it.<br />
 I know he was born with it in him, but it is so buried that he will die wishing for the phony truth he spouted every Sunday.  There is no question in my mind that he prayed on deaf ears over and over for God to release him from his confusion, but he prayed with the same phony words of his mind that he spoke every Sunday.<br />
  I believe that the ability to feel God is in each of us, even a wretched soul like mine that never stepped in a church, but a soul that always felt his love in my heart, and knew it was there to know, but i also believe that if your mind is so callused by that vile desires of the wants of the human mind that you may never feel his love till your last breath.<br />
  Not sure what I&#8217;m trying to tell you tonight other then that in my past i would easily put a bullet in his head, but tonight i am feeling sorry for him, and would like to hold the precious little heart he violated and tell him to believe in the love he felt because his was true.</p>
<p>Love always</p>
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		<title>By: Lisa Perry</title>
		<link>http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/christmas-cookie-recipe/comment-page-1/#comment-11810</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisa Perry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 00:14:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I LOVE that quote!  Thanks so much for sharing!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I LOVE that quote!  Thanks so much for sharing!!</p>
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