<?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-943073103900299563</id><updated>2012-01-11T19:04:23.204-06:00</updated><category term='answers'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='trust'/><category term='funny'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='believe'/><category term='teenage'/><category term='blogspot'/><category term='Old Journal Entry'/><category term='quote'/><category term='change'/><category term='hypothetical coffee'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='America'/><category term='PostSecret'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='fate'/><category term='hope'/><category term='values'/><category term='truth'/><category term='summer'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='social networking'/><category term='memories'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='soul'/><category term='Ten Things Tuesday'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='blogiversary'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='myself'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='optimistic'/><category term='imperfections'/><category term='facade'/><category term='talent'/><category term='kids'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='To Write Love on Her Arms'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='One year ago today'/><category term='God'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='college'/><category term='world'/><category term='dream'/><category term='hate'/><category term='alone'/><category term='faith'/><category term='blog'/><category term='appreciate'/><category term='bullying'/><category term='alive'/><category term='life'/><category term='time'/><category term='Ryan'/><category term='creative'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Converse'/><category term='problems'/><category term='people'/><category term='respect'/><category term='fake'/><category term='important'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='strength'/><category term='patience'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='life lesson'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='acting'/><category term='situations'/><category term='remember'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='writing'/><category term='questions'/><title type='text'>Hope, Fate, and a Little Hypothetical Coffee.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1454532083500805324</id><published>2011-12-17T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:14:18.804-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>First Snows &amp; First Kisses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQFj0ea6d9I/Tu09mz37n9I/AAAAAAAAATw/8aPdFKs29GY/s1600/kiss+in+the+snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQFj0ea6d9I/Tu09mz37n9I/AAAAAAAAATw/8aPdFKs29GY/s320/kiss+in+the+snow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her soul is that of a child at Christmastime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks up, oh how the stars shine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow falls, and&amp;nbsp;it tickles her nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As her father's inside taking a doze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy she likes is playing next door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His eyes light up in the snowy galore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks at him, as he looks at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can hear the beat of her heart purr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's only fifteen, but it feels so right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A snowball fight breaks out in the twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone goes home; it is just him and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brrr &lt;/em&gt;she&amp;nbsp;shivers, she is obviously cold&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;gives her his jacket and says, "This will keep you warm."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her smile glistens as the stars glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks up and sees gently falling snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she looks down, what a surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night ends with her first kiss; it&amp;nbsp;leaves a&amp;nbsp;sparkle in her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;www.weheartit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1454532083500805324?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1454532083500805324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1454532083500805324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1454532083500805324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1454532083500805324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-snows-first-kisses.html' title='First Snows &amp; First Kisses.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQFj0ea6d9I/Tu09mz37n9I/AAAAAAAAATw/8aPdFKs29GY/s72-c/kiss+in+the+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-7737916988247527368</id><published>2011-12-07T09:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:55:49.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Finally a Real Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uMAlawplLs/Tt-I9--WFeI/AAAAAAAAATg/OWR9VQ9F-Vc/s1600/tumblr_lr2rdn5Rtl1r0v7z5o1_500_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uMAlawplLs/Tt-I9--WFeI/AAAAAAAAATg/OWR9VQ9F-Vc/s320/tumblr_lr2rdn5Rtl1r0v7z5o1_500_large_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StLIw8Uyd8k/Tt-J6uSxwuI/AAAAAAAAATo/nxbk1TeTMgk/s1600/tumblr_lvfnqczJ5O1r0fq3go1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StLIw8Uyd8k/Tt-J6uSxwuI/AAAAAAAAATo/nxbk1TeTMgk/s400/tumblr_lvfnqczJ5O1r0fq3go1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello everyone!&amp;nbsp; Guess what...I'm actually alive.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I know you must be shocked, but it's true!&amp;nbsp; I just finished my second to last exam this morning, and I am more than a little excited about that.&amp;nbsp; Don't you hate exams?&amp;nbsp; You do all of that studying for one test.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe you don't study at all; how should I know.&amp;nbsp; Either way, I am sure many of you college students and maybe even high school students have had to take an exam of some sort.&amp;nbsp; I wish all of you good luck on your exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On another note, I still do not know exactly what I am going to do with my life...for the most part anyway.&amp;nbsp; I do, however, have one major goal now:&amp;nbsp; to be the dirt/mud girl on a Swiffer commercial.&amp;nbsp; Call me crazy, call me insane, call me whatever you want.&amp;nbsp; I don't care.&amp;nbsp; I WILL make this happen.&amp;nbsp; I have facebooked about it, tweeted about it, and now I'm blogging about it.&amp;nbsp; I have even had friends trying to help me out!&amp;nbsp; This past couple of days, it has become a big deal for me.&amp;nbsp; If you want to become my fan on Facebook click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Molly-Wilson/115835067240?ref=ts"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to&amp;nbsp;join in helping me out!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;am grateful for&amp;nbsp;any help I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anyway, you finally have it:&amp;nbsp; a real, honest blog.&amp;nbsp; I know I have not written a true blog in awhile, so I really appreciate if you actually take the time to read this.&amp;nbsp; Thank you my faithful followers.&amp;nbsp; I &amp;lt;3 you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;www.weheartit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-7737916988247527368?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7737916988247527368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=7737916988247527368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7737916988247527368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7737916988247527368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-real-blog.html' title='Finally a Real Blog!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uMAlawplLs/Tt-I9--WFeI/AAAAAAAAATg/OWR9VQ9F-Vc/s72-c/tumblr_lr2rdn5Rtl1r0v7z5o1_500_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1697408731503874325</id><published>2011-11-18T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:16:37.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone on a Friday Night. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DhlCyZqVYo/TscfhAuE7FI/AAAAAAAAATY/lWm3FFgsPFk/s1600/no+shave+november.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DhlCyZqVYo/TscfhAuE7FI/AAAAAAAAATY/lWm3FFgsPFk/s320/no+shave+november.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, I haven't written in over a month.&amp;nbsp; It seems as if this is becoming a regular occurence, and once again, I apologize for that.&amp;nbsp; I wrote a poem that I planned on posting at or around Halloween, but obviously that did not happen.&amp;nbsp; I cannot truthfully say I have been lacking inspiration; I have actually been working on writing a book.&amp;nbsp; I know&amp;nbsp;that's a huge goal, but I am trying.&amp;nbsp; However (I know I always say this), but I will try to find the inspiration for&amp;nbsp;BLOGGING soon.&amp;nbsp; Please, don't give up on me yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1697408731503874325?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1697408731503874325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1697408731503874325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1697408731503874325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1697408731503874325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/11/alone-on-friday-night.html' title='Alone on a Friday Night. :)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DhlCyZqVYo/TscfhAuE7FI/AAAAAAAAATY/lWm3FFgsPFk/s72-c/no+shave+november.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6108086269599804682</id><published>2011-10-12T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:33:38.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Feather Extensions:  Yay or Nay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I logged in just now, and realized it has been over a month since I have posted a blog!&amp;nbsp; I feel horrible about that, especially since I keep saying I want to get back on track.&amp;nbsp; I truly &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;want to get back on track; I guess I have just had a hard time with my focus and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that aside, today I want to ask you all a question.&amp;nbsp; What do all of you think of the new "fad" that is feather hair extensions?&amp;nbsp; Do you think they are a good alternative to dying your hair?&amp;nbsp; Personally, I have two, and I love them to death.&amp;nbsp; I have gotten highlights before, but I have never really been allowed or able to dye my hair, partially because it is so thin.&amp;nbsp; However, when I was getting my hair done not too long ago, I saw a sign advertising feather hair extensions.&amp;nbsp; I had seen them a couple times before, but I had never thought too much about them.&amp;nbsp; I am not a slave to all of the newest hair trends (obviously since I have never dyed my hair), but these feather extensions I now have seemed like a great way to express my personality without going overboard by shaving my head, or dying my hair blue.&amp;nbsp; I have a pink one and a zebra striped one, and both of them are very subtle, but they really make me happy.&amp;nbsp; I did it more for myself than anyone else, and I think that's the way it should be.&amp;nbsp; I love to look in the mirror, and see the feathers&amp;nbsp;dangling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stylist told me they should last four to six months, and they were a very reasonable price:&amp;nbsp; only $10 each!&amp;nbsp; I definitely thought that was a bargain compared to highlights!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am not saying they&amp;nbsp;are for everybody.&amp;nbsp; I am just saying that if you have been asking yourself&amp;nbsp; if you should get them and just can't decide, I'd definitely recommend you get them &amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp; I say YAY!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaJsXn4j9k4/TpXPAz1tKLI/AAAAAAAAATM/ddFueRdND1M/s1600/peacock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaJsXn4j9k4/TpXPAz1tKLI/AAAAAAAAATM/ddFueRdND1M/s320/peacock.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6108086269599804682?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6108086269599804682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6108086269599804682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6108086269599804682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6108086269599804682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/10/feather-extensions-yay-or-nay.html' title='Feather Extensions:  Yay or Nay?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaJsXn4j9k4/TpXPAz1tKLI/AAAAAAAAATM/ddFueRdND1M/s72-c/peacock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-278155994785638630</id><published>2011-09-10T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:03:54.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #12:  Tomorrow is Truly a New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life Lesson #12:&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is truly a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3emIhkxNW8/TmwfWisC5wI/AAAAAAAAATI/sE9MK-5GXpI/s1600/tumblr_lq8r50FEvT1qmgq19o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3emIhkxNW8/TmwfWisC5wI/AAAAAAAAATI/sE9MK-5GXpI/s320/tumblr_lq8r50FEvT1qmgq19o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To be honest, I am not the biggest Harry Potter fan.&amp;nbsp; I will probably be shunned by my friends for saying that, because some of them are obsessed.&amp;nbsp; However, when I happened onto this quote I liked it.&amp;nbsp; Today of all days, it really hit home for me.&amp;nbsp; It suddenly made more sense to me than it ever had before.&amp;nbsp; No matter how low I am feeling, I just have to remember that tomorrow is a new day.&amp;nbsp; It may seem dark right now, but turning on the light is always an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;www.weheartit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-278155994785638630?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/278155994785638630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=278155994785638630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/278155994785638630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/278155994785638630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-lesson-12-tomorrow-is-truly-new.html' title='Life Lesson #12:  Tomorrow is Truly a New Day'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3emIhkxNW8/TmwfWisC5wI/AAAAAAAAATI/sE9MK-5GXpI/s72-c/tumblr_lq8r50FEvT1qmgq19o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5457317203775668000</id><published>2011-08-28T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:03:29.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Vending Machines Everywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Vending Machine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why must you constantly tempt me?&amp;nbsp; You seem to follow me around everywhere at school.&amp;nbsp; I can't get away from you, wherever I go!&amp;nbsp; On top of that, you want to fatten me up.&amp;nbsp; Your gifts to me are always something like candy, chips, or soda.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, my love.&amp;nbsp; I love your salty, sweet, and refreshing treats.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know if this relationship is healthy for me anymore.&amp;nbsp; I mean, you take all of my money!&amp;nbsp; Don't you think you need to become more independent?&amp;nbsp; I cannot support you forever, you know.&amp;nbsp; I know you act like you love me, but I'm beginning to think that you only love me for my money.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you don't even give me anything return for all my hard earned change.&amp;nbsp; Is it out of spite, my dear Vending Machine?&amp;nbsp; Maybe&amp;nbsp;I will never know.&amp;nbsp; I just think it would be best if I severed my ties with you right now.&amp;nbsp; It will be best for both of us in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia4fwg2ULT0/TlrdzkK1yQI/AAAAAAAAATA/2yDBH7bTSV4/s1600/vending+machine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia4fwg2ULT0/TlrdzkK1yQI/AAAAAAAAATA/2yDBH7bTSV4/s320/vending+machine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;www.weheartit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5457317203775668000?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5457317203775668000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5457317203775668000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5457317203775668000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5457317203775668000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/08/open-letter-to-vending-machines.html' title='An Open Letter to Vending Machines Everywhere.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia4fwg2ULT0/TlrdzkK1yQI/AAAAAAAAATA/2yDBH7bTSV4/s72-c/vending+machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3290675768609292667</id><published>2011-08-22T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:35:26.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><title type='text'>What a Downer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I posted this blog, and I realized it was a draft of basically this same blog.&amp;nbsp; Hope you enjoy it anyway... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Social networking:&amp;nbsp; I have written about this topic before.&amp;nbsp; It has become so popular the past couple of years, that it is becoming very hard to ignore.&amp;nbsp; It is so easy to share your feelings.&amp;nbsp; To be even more specific, it is very easy to share your &lt;em&gt;negative&lt;/em&gt; feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;With that said, I realize that all of us complain at some point.&amp;nbsp; We cannot go through a life of only sunshines and rainbows.&amp;nbsp; However, there are certain things that we should learn to keep to ourselves - or at least not share with the entire world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lsz9dc="190"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;How many of you have Myspace, Facebook, orTwitter?&amp;nbsp; Now, let me ask you this:&amp;nbsp; How many of you have a Debbie Downer or a Sappy Sammy on your preferred social networking website?&amp;nbsp; You know the drill.&amp;nbsp; He or she is constantly updating his or her "status".&amp;nbsp; It always has to be about how much&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;said person's life sucks.&amp;nbsp; In response to the status, there are a million bajillion comments that go something like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lsz9dc="283"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww, I'm sorry!&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong?&amp;nbsp; Text me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lsz9dc="207"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:(&amp;nbsp; I LOVE YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lsz9dc="207"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lsz9dc="216" style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Which gives said person the attention he or she desires.&amp;nbsp; Does nobody else find this incredibly annoying?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I think I am the only one who even notices, but maybe not.&amp;nbsp; Maybe there are others out there that feel the same way I do.&amp;nbsp; How do you feel about the increase in social networking, sharing your thoughts online, and those Debbie Downers or Sappy Sammy's in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lsz9dc="216" style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_lsz9dc="248" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqfwfvotNec/TlKOKRx7FlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/P27TL6X55Bg/s1600/complaints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqfwfvotNec/TlKOKRx7FlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/P27TL6X55Bg/s320/complaints.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_lsz9dc="248" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_lsz9dc="248" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_lsz9dc="248" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_lsz9dc="248" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_lsz9dc="248" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_lsz9dc="272" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3290675768609292667?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3290675768609292667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3290675768609292667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3290675768609292667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3290675768609292667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-downer.html' title='What a Downer!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqfwfvotNec/TlKOKRx7FlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/P27TL6X55Bg/s72-c/complaints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2265466252683333183</id><published>2011-08-15T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:51:54.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>What I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We can't hide, we let go&lt;br /&gt;We've got more than we know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends are a different breed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends are everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make this last, take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've got it all figured out for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So let us live our lives without a doubt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Songwriters:&amp;nbsp; Alexander Gaskarth, Robert Dawson, Zachary Merrick, Jack Barakat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sung by:&amp;nbsp; All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Song:&amp;nbsp; Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This is what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;...more than anything.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOoTkAaEsDE/TknQ1SaD-EI/AAAAAAAAASg/FEn1S9S2FRA/s1600/tumblr_lpzzt6lTAO1qcxdfxo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOoTkAaEsDE/TknQ1SaD-EI/AAAAAAAAASg/FEn1S9S2FRA/s320/tumblr_lpzzt6lTAO1qcxdfxo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;www.weheartit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Lyrics courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;www.metrolyrics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2265466252683333183?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2265466252683333183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2265466252683333183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2265466252683333183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2265466252683333183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-want.html' title='What I Want'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOoTkAaEsDE/TknQ1SaD-EI/AAAAAAAAASg/FEn1S9S2FRA/s72-c/tumblr_lpzzt6lTAO1qcxdfxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1770820541684531068</id><published>2011-07-22T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:45:07.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Lacking Inspiration Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's been over a month, and school will be knocking on my door...very shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of excites me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become somewhat of a recluse.&amp;nbsp; I cannot put a finger on exactly why, but I am just not as social as I used to be.&amp;nbsp; However, I hope to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will enjoy the last few days of summer, but eagerly await the start of school.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, that will inspire me to write more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1770820541684531068?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1770820541684531068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1770820541684531068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1770820541684531068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1770820541684531068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/07/lacking-inspiration-again.html' title='Lacking Inspiration Again'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1845059190519398702</id><published>2011-06-19T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:20:40.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #11 PLEASE be Polite  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life Lesson #11:&amp;nbsp; PLEASE be polite.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AutnOh1Tku8/Tf5LGBuSEeI/AAAAAAAAASc/aWiN7AoSbdo/s1600/handshake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AutnOh1Tku8/Tf5LGBuSEeI/AAAAAAAAASc/aWiN7AoSbdo/s320/handshake.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You know what I love?&amp;nbsp; I love it when people are polite.&amp;nbsp; It really isn't all that hard, yet I run into people almost every day who are completely uncouth or rude.&amp;nbsp; How hard is it to say, "please" and "thank you" or "you're welcome"?&amp;nbsp; Does it really take that much brain power?&amp;nbsp; No!&amp;nbsp; The amount of effort it takes?&amp;nbsp; Slim to none.&amp;nbsp; So why does it seem like there are so few polite people left these days?&amp;nbsp; Is America really that lazy?&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to wonder.&amp;nbsp; No, we do not all have to be like&amp;nbsp;the southern gentleman who says "yes ma'am" and "no sir".&amp;nbsp; It might be a nice ideal to live up to, but lets be honest with ourselves.&amp;nbsp; How many of us actually speak that way?&amp;nbsp; Not me, that's for sure.&amp;nbsp; However, I always try to say "Nice to meet you," when I am introduced to someone new.&amp;nbsp; I generally make sure to say "thank you" when someone holds open the door for me...especially when it is someone I do not know that well.&amp;nbsp; In my opinion, that is how to be polite.&amp;nbsp; We all slip up at one point or another.&amp;nbsp; I do, however,&lt;em&gt; try&lt;/em&gt; to be polite - especially when I am making a first impression.&amp;nbsp; Remember, first impressions often stick.&amp;nbsp; How will you make your first impression?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHydhv9wvcc/Tf5LDOGGbeI/AAAAAAAAASY/ctXMU30UfT4/s1600/gentlemen.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHydhv9wvcc/Tf5LDOGGbeI/AAAAAAAAASY/ctXMU30UfT4/s1600/gentlemen.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;http://www.weheartit.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1845059190519398702?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1845059190519398702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1845059190519398702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1845059190519398702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1845059190519398702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-lesson-11-please-be-polite.html' title='Life Lesson #11 PLEASE be Polite  :)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AutnOh1Tku8/Tf5LGBuSEeI/AAAAAAAAASc/aWiN7AoSbdo/s72-c/handshake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4055689358473615467</id><published>2011-06-17T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:25:01.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Plain &amp; Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They lead a simple life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They work every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Unlike most of us, they work before they play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They look a little different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But who are we to judge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We have piercings in odd places, and thrive on broken love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We all say we're happy, but is it really true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They work to make a living, and live to pay their dues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We work to make money, and live to compete so we don't lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who will be happier when the day is through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, my friends, that is only up to &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaICMpaPKh4/Tft-_527zOI/AAAAAAAAASU/mhz6oWvWKKU/s1600/plain+truth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaICMpaPKh4/Tft-_527zOI/AAAAAAAAASU/mhz6oWvWKKU/s320/plain+truth.jpg" width="204px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inspired by the book:&amp;nbsp; "Plain Truth" by Jodi Picoult.&amp;nbsp; I recommend it to anyone who wants to learn more about the Amish culture, or just to read a good mystery/suspense/courtroom/awesome novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.jodipicoult.com/plain-truth.html"&gt;http://www.jodipicoult.com/plain-truth.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4055689358473615467?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4055689358473615467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4055689358473615467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4055689358473615467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4055689358473615467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/06/plain-simple.html' title='Plain &amp; Simple'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaICMpaPKh4/Tft-_527zOI/AAAAAAAAASU/mhz6oWvWKKU/s72-c/plain+truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3722626023911080219</id><published>2011-06-13T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:10:56.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>I'm Back...At Least I'm Trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I realized something very depressing when I tried to go to my blog today.&amp;nbsp; I typed in the URL like usual...and it was not in my recent search history.&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; I have not written now in over a month.&amp;nbsp; Please do not give up on me my blogging friends!&amp;nbsp; I love you all, and I hope you will have patience with me.&amp;nbsp; I have been very busy since the summer started.&amp;nbsp; On June 9th, I celebrated my one year anniversary with my boyfriend, Ryan.&amp;nbsp; I am also taking a night math class on Mondays and Wednesdays.&amp;nbsp; I have no excuses for not writing, but I just hope you can understand.&amp;nbsp; I haven't even been writing in my journal as much as I used to, but I plan to start up writing again.&amp;nbsp; It's good for me, and it's something I need to do for myself and you.&amp;nbsp; Please forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3722626023911080219?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3722626023911080219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3722626023911080219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3722626023911080219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3722626023911080219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-backat-least-im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m Back...At Least I&apos;m Trying'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2661601612092776878</id><published>2011-05-11T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:42:14.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Deletin' Like a Pro.  ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Delete.&amp;nbsp; Delete.&amp;nbsp; Delete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It used to be a contest of how many friends you could collect on your chosen social networking website.&amp;nbsp; Now, it is a contest to see how few friends you can have on your chosen&amp;nbsp;social networking website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Farewell, girl in bikini who thinks I'm cute, Xqroiwae J, and vampire man from Transylvania who loves long walks on the beach.&amp;nbsp; You won't be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2661601612092776878?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2661601612092776878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2661601612092776878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2661601612092776878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2661601612092776878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/05/deletin-like-pro.html' title='Deletin&apos; Like a Pro.  ;)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8698404184751605479</id><published>2011-04-26T13:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:04:02.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2011!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cqZUYpyGWTk/TYJPyHWLzFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TQjlpaVYoPA/s1600/Branson+2011+097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cqZUYpyGWTk/TYJPyHWLzFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TQjlpaVYoPA/s320/Branson+2011+097.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, well, well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This past&amp;nbsp;spring break&amp;nbsp;my family and my Ryan took a little trip to Branson, Missouri.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite vacation spots in the world.&amp;nbsp; The fun, however, started on the six hour trip to Branson.&amp;nbsp; We began by watching &lt;em&gt;Rent&lt;/em&gt;, one of my personal favorite movies/musicals.&amp;nbsp; Ryan had never seen it, but I think he really enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; Then, I *forced* him into watching an episode of "The Secret Life of the American Teenager."&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Finally, we had to stop and get a bite to eat.&amp;nbsp; We ate at Lambert's Cafe, famous for waiters throwing rolls.&amp;nbsp; While we were waiting, Ryan and I did this "Bull Game".&amp;nbsp; Ryan was hailed a marine, while I was degradedly defined as a lazy bones.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ry8KeCwZIFw/TYJSN8LlU7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3mDMDTra6kc/s1600/Branson+2011+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ry8KeCwZIFw/TYJSN8LlU7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3mDMDTra6kc/s200/Branson+2011+010.jpg" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1B3yeDCp0-o/TYJSRTsMuLI/AAAAAAAAARA/3oW8jl_sF5k/s1600/Branson+2011+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1B3yeDCp0-o/TYJSRTsMuLI/AAAAAAAAARA/3oW8jl_sF5k/s200/Branson+2011+012.jpg" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eventually, we were seated, and learned what it was really like to try to catch a roll thrown at you 100 mph.&amp;nbsp; (Okay, so it wasn't actually thrown that fast, but it adds to the drama of my story.)&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a_pRNBsHT8Q/TYJSVoacrJI/AAAAAAAAARE/VjbPHSD8gHU/s1600/Branson+2011+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a_pRNBsHT8Q/TYJSVoacrJI/AAAAAAAAARE/VjbPHSD8gHU/s320/Branson+2011+015.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan and I with the wonderful roll guy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;FINALLY, we got to Branson, but it was late, and we were tired.&amp;nbsp; So, we watched yet another movie called&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;which I personally liked quite a lot.&amp;nbsp; Ryan had seen it before, but I never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The next day was finally time for some fun.&amp;nbsp; We started out the day with breakfast at our motel, and then decided to go minigolfing.&amp;nbsp; We went to this fairly new golf course, that was supposed to be Hollywood themed.&amp;nbsp; Being an actress, I thought it was pretty awesome.&amp;nbsp; Being an avid movie lover, Ryan thought it was pretty cool too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-x0HM5JcMvys/TYJ7wgBLE1I/AAAAAAAAARI/j1HSPpxmq9Y/s1600/Branson+2011+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-x0HM5JcMvys/TYJ7wgBLE1I/AAAAAAAAARI/j1HSPpxmq9Y/s320/Branson+2011+031.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan and I taking a break during mini golf to pose for a picture by Oscar.&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After that, we went to the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum.&amp;nbsp; I had been there when I was younger, but Ryan had never been.&amp;nbsp; The outside of the building is cool enough, and there are a lot of awesome things to look at inside.&amp;nbsp; After we went through the museum, we went to the gift shop, and both got way cool&amp;nbsp;spy glasses.&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kLJe6HLI_jw/TYjyX9WOEoI/AAAAAAAAARM/c3yxUCQp4ck/s1600/Branson+2011+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kLJe6HLI_jw/TYjyX9WOEoI/AAAAAAAAARM/c3yxUCQp4ck/s320/Branson+2011+037.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us in our spy glasses standing by our parking spot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We relaxed&amp;nbsp;then by eating pizza out with my mom and dad at an Italian Restaurant, "Luigi's."&amp;nbsp; Finally, that evening, we were able to swim and enjoy the hot tub.&amp;nbsp; We didn't stay in there for too long though.&amp;nbsp; I got kind of chilly, even though it was a heated pool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pEKszVOQPLU/TYjzWoCSCoI/AAAAAAAAARU/SnoZ6YfmFtw/s1600/Branson+2011+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pEKszVOQPLU/TYjzWoCSCoI/AAAAAAAAARU/SnoZ6YfmFtw/s320/Branson+2011+043.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, we went to a wax museum.&amp;nbsp; That time, Ryan had been there, and I had not.&amp;nbsp; The wax museum was okay, but the gift shop was the best of all.&amp;nbsp; Ryan got me an Oxcar that said "Best Girlfriend" and I got him this old comic book poster type thing.&amp;nbsp; We also went to my personal favorite show in Branson:&amp;nbsp; The Dixie Stampede.&amp;nbsp; I was amazed that Ryan loved it so much too.&amp;nbsp; Mostly, he loved the food.&amp;nbsp; Finally, we relaxed by working out, and then enjoying the pool, hot tub, and sauna.&amp;nbsp; It was our first time in a sauna ever, and I think we both agree that we had a pretty good time.﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMENT-hOeQg/TbcNZ7isoNI/AAAAAAAAASI/LRR4AVdHPhE/s1600/Branson+2011+085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMENT-hOeQg/TbcNZ7isoNI/AAAAAAAAASI/LRR4AVdHPhE/s320/Branson+2011+085.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My "Best Girlfriend" Oscar :) &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, it was the last day in Branson.&amp;nbsp; We went to an awesomely cheap jewelry store - that was my idea.&amp;nbsp; Then, we did one of the most amazing thing ever - Ryan and I went ziplining.&amp;nbsp; It was such a wonderful experience, and there are so many great memories.&amp;nbsp; We also ate at the Hard Luck Diner - one of my favorite restaurants in Branson, full of singing waiters and waitresses.&amp;nbsp; We went shopping at all of these adorable little shops, and managed to make time to get a milkshake before we left.﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WNW2MsUlAM/TbcNwFQYLcI/AAAAAAAAASM/i_ky7ZQ0U34/s1600/Branson+2011+162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WNW2MsUlAM/TbcNwFQYLcI/AAAAAAAAASM/i_ky7ZQ0U34/s320/Branson+2011+162.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me ziplining!!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mL9cHKOtEQ/TbcN9SuwsMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/B0RGA3nZ3CU/s1600/Branson+2011+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mL9cHKOtEQ/TbcN9SuwsMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/B0RGA3nZ3CU/s320/Branson+2011+165.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ry ziplining!!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿All in all, I think it was an extremely successful vaction.&amp;nbsp; Ryan and I both tried new things, and saw new places.&amp;nbsp; It was an interesting test of our relationship, but I think we are now stronger because of it.&amp;nbsp; I am happy we can look back at all of the wild, wacky, awesome memories we have from this trip.&amp;nbsp; I will never, ever, forget it.&amp;nbsp; I am just sorry it took me so long to share the fun with you.﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoyed reading about my spring break, 2011.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8698404184751605479?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8698404184751605479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8698404184751605479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8698404184751605479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8698404184751605479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-2011.html' title='Spring Break 2011!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cqZUYpyGWTk/TYJPyHWLzFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TQjlpaVYoPA/s72-c/Branson+2011+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6291555315047684020</id><published>2011-04-04T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:08:38.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #10:  Thick, Black Glasses = Confidence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life Lesson #10:&amp;nbsp; Thick, black framed glasses, make everyone look smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9UpV9rXIGY/TZn-2Q6sWQI/AAAAAAAAARg/cBqFHn11Kh0/s1600/glasses+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9UpV9rXIGY/TZn-2Q6sWQI/AAAAAAAAARg/cBqFHn11Kh0/s320/glasses+1.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me if you don't think it's true.&amp;nbsp; Personally though, when I see someone with black flamed glasses, I generally think "smart".&amp;nbsp; I know that that is judging a book by it's cover.&amp;nbsp; I know I always preach to &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;judge a person by his or her exterior.&amp;nbsp; However, black framed glasses are just the bomb.&amp;nbsp; I must say, as a wearer of black framed glasses (when I actually wear them) that I feel&amp;nbsp;smarter when I wear them.&amp;nbsp; I feel like a powerful woman.&amp;nbsp; I FEEL LIKE I CAN RULE THE WORLD!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Okay, so maybe that's taking things a little too far.&amp;nbsp; Nevertheless, I feel pretty awesome wearing my awesome black glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6291555315047684020?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6291555315047684020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6291555315047684020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6291555315047684020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6291555315047684020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-lesson-10-thick-black-glasses.html' title='Life Lesson #10:  Thick, Black Glasses = Confidence.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9UpV9rXIGY/TZn-2Q6sWQI/AAAAAAAAARg/cBqFHn11Kh0/s72-c/glasses+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4364259362368011825</id><published>2011-03-25T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:35:32.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Debt That Will Never be Paid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OG47lgBPrNc/TYzs0WVU8DI/AAAAAAAAARY/StoKUL6E6Oo/s1600/we+heart+it+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OG47lgBPrNc/TYzs0WVU8DI/AAAAAAAAARY/StoKUL6E6Oo/s320/we+heart+it+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I have you in my hand, under my control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I left you out to dry - left you in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Though I have good reasons, I wish you'd proved me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;At first you only fooled me - you've been this way all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I taught you something, and for that I am not sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I only wish I could forget, because I now consider you dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I have all of these memories, and when I remember I can't help but be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I only wish it could have lasted - all those good times we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I still see you now, and it's kind of bittersweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sweet because of the memories, bitter because you yanked them from under my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I have forgiven you, but that doesn't make me forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It is still hard to look at you - to me, you will forever be in my&amp;nbsp;debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Eo8SkYoCO04/TYzs14Aj-FI/AAAAAAAAARc/GCQzm5xLGK8/s1600/we+heart+it+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Eo8SkYoCO04/TYzs14Aj-FI/AAAAAAAAARc/GCQzm5xLGK8/s320/we+heart+it+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.weheartit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4364259362368011825?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4364259362368011825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4364259362368011825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4364259362368011825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4364259362368011825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/03/debt-that-will-never-be-paid.html' title='A Debt That Will Never be Paid'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OG47lgBPrNc/TYzs0WVU8DI/AAAAAAAAARY/StoKUL6E6Oo/s72-c/we+heart+it+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6688325251018003274</id><published>2011-03-15T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:14:13.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><title type='text'>Coming Shortly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I went on vacation this past weekend with my family and Ryan.&amp;nbsp; Probably the most exciting thing I did was going ziplining!&amp;nbsp; I will post pictures, and write about my trip shortly.&amp;nbsp; Sorry again, I have not been posting much lately.&amp;nbsp; It just hasn't worked into my schedule, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6688325251018003274?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6688325251018003274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6688325251018003274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6688325251018003274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6688325251018003274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/03/coming-shortly.html' title='Coming Shortly'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6201704741618070153</id><published>2011-03-08T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:36:25.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Blogcation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sorry I haven't written in so long.&amp;nbsp; I've had somewhat of a "blogcation" because I've been so busy.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, now that life has gotten somewhat back to normal, I can start writing again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6201704741618070153?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6201704741618070153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6201704741618070153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6201704741618070153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6201704741618070153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogcation.html' title='Blogcation'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1274285641473833175</id><published>2011-02-22T13:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:18:07.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Myspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Dear Myspace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Remember when we were such close friends?&amp;nbsp; We have&amp;nbsp;shared so many good comments, but we were younger back then.&amp;nbsp; As we have grown older, we have distanced.&amp;nbsp; You have become more complicated, and I have become more simple.&amp;nbsp; We both have a different top eight now, and that is probably a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I do not need you like I used to - I am more independent now.&amp;nbsp; You will always have a place in my heart, because you&amp;nbsp;gave me so much.&amp;nbsp; You were perfect when I needed you; I just don't need you anymore.&amp;nbsp; I will always cherish the times we shared, but I am overly ready to move on.&amp;nbsp; I will probably visit you every now and again, but I do not think things will ever be the same between us.&amp;nbsp; It's not you, and it's not me.&amp;nbsp; It is just time and change that is separating us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;An Old Friend Request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AWKNRAORk4/TWQL0YHr1oI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7DE0wTreCJQ/s1600/MySpace.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AWKNRAORk4/TWQL0YHr1oI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7DE0wTreCJQ/s1600/MySpace.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1274285641473833175?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1274285641473833175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1274285641473833175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1274285641473833175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1274285641473833175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/02/open-letter-to-myspace.html' title='An Open Letter to Myspace'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AWKNRAORk4/TWQL0YHr1oI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7DE0wTreCJQ/s72-c/MySpace.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3254403308539229708</id><published>2011-02-13T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:44:17.159-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>In Honor of Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgkP4nTqU9A/TVgzLRlYTsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kB4eP9Zvrzs/s1600/Homecoming+2010+my+cam+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgkP4nTqU9A/TVgzLRlYTsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kB4eP9Zvrzs/s320/Homecoming+2010+my+cam+046.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-mDy6S_ZtY/TVgzEGdSOEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/S25GaH1MEnU/s1600/Mol%2527s+cam+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-mDy6S_ZtY/TVgzEGdSOEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/S25GaH1MEnU/s320/Mol%2527s+cam+052.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I know that I've got issues, but you're pretty messed up too.&amp;nbsp; Either way, I found out I'm nothing without you."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7DiY83LVvc/TVgzTL2r3FI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OmXr63DyfUE/s1600/Mol%2527s+cam+091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7DiY83LVvc/TVgzTL2r3FI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OmXr63DyfUE/s320/Mol%2527s+cam+091.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoJmfoLJzMo/TVgzXp049DI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iXSYLkQnVoM/s1600/Mol%2527s+cam+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoJmfoLJzMo/TVgzXp049DI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iXSYLkQnVoM/s320/Mol%2527s+cam+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3254403308539229708?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3254403308539229708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3254403308539229708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3254403308539229708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3254403308539229708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-honor-of-valentines-day.html' title='In Honor of Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgkP4nTqU9A/TVgzLRlYTsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kB4eP9Zvrzs/s72-c/Homecoming+2010+my+cam+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-91833365203061937</id><published>2011-02-07T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:01:38.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>This Dysfunctional Mess Called Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;You're a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Life's a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DYSFUNCTION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TVBdFG6AnGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Jyp7wyUC3fY/s1600/mess.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TVBdFG6AnGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Jyp7wyUC3fY/s320/mess.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;http://www.weheartit.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-91833365203061937?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/91833365203061937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=91833365203061937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/91833365203061937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/91833365203061937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-dysfunctional-mess-called-life.html' title='This Dysfunctional Mess Called Life.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TVBdFG6AnGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Jyp7wyUC3fY/s72-c/mess.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2127222968673084181</id><published>2011-02-02T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:11:39.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #9:  You Are Not in Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life Lesson #9:&amp;nbsp; You are not in control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUmO8C38rmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4LPumhBFM2Q/s1600/chess1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUmO8C38rmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4LPumhBFM2Q/s320/chess1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Imagine yourself playing a board game.&amp;nbsp; In this specific board game, how well you do solely depends on the numbers you roll on those two tiny dice.&amp;nbsp; How would you feel if your life was like that - so dependent on chance?&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Is &lt;/em&gt;your life like that?&amp;nbsp; In my opinion, it kind of is.&amp;nbsp; While you can control certain aspects of your fate, you do not have the ability to control all of them.&amp;nbsp; This is because there are so many other factors that contribute to your life.&amp;nbsp; the choices of friends, family, and even total strangers influence your life.&amp;nbsp; God also play a big part in your life, whether you choose to believe in Him or not.&amp;nbsp; Don't kid yourself:&amp;nbsp; not one human being has total control of his or her life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUmPEmH1zLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EmSdecBPlBk/s1600/video_game.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUmPEmH1zLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EmSdecBPlBk/s1600/video_game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo and Graphic Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2127222968673084181?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2127222968673084181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2127222968673084181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2127222968673084181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2127222968673084181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-lesson-9-you-are-not-in-control.html' title='Life Lesson #9:  You Are Not in Control'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUmO8C38rmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4LPumhBFM2Q/s72-c/chess1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2913689432747053449</id><published>2011-01-28T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:25:47.070-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Hello Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUMjEFJYbJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YaC40asqsuw/s1600/we+heart+it+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUMjEFJYbJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YaC40asqsuw/s320/we+heart+it+1.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sitting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Not sure of my purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Chaos lingers like a circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;just wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Who I shall be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;For the rest of my eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Everything's unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;How am I to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Which direction I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Two options are left and right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But nothing in life is completely black or white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUMjpT0ocAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XcMQ5GFVGys/s1600/circus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUMjpT0ocAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XcMQ5GFVGys/s200/circus.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;There is so much more out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;That I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Just look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Is such a bountiful place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Though many people in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Live a disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We have potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We have a purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Never give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;To some fool's berserkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUMjJ0Z72NI/AAAAAAAAAP8/f3S4INJxi0g/s1600/we+heart+it+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUMjJ0Z72NI/AAAAAAAAAP8/f3S4INJxi0g/s320/we+heart+it+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;http://www.weheartit.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2913689432747053449?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2913689432747053449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2913689432747053449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2913689432747053449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2913689432747053449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-circus.html' title='Hello Circus'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TUMjEFJYbJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YaC40asqsuw/s72-c/we+heart+it+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8768364322280991090</id><published>2011-01-22T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:35:29.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>No Love Song For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTsFuShwXvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HgNSFvGr6DY/s1600/we+heart+it+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTsFuShwXvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HgNSFvGr6DY/s320/we+heart+it+18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I could write a love song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;but no love song would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You are so incredibly special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;just because you're you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know not how I made it without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;for now you're everything I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You say you would not have a life without me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;but where, without you, would I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I will love you forever, and while I know that sounds cliche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I feel that&amp;nbsp;these are the truest words I will ever say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Shakespeare once said, "To Thine Own Self Be True,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And I must say&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;know not&amp;nbsp;where I'd be without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;http://www.weheartit.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8768364322280991090?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8768364322280991090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8768364322280991090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8768364322280991090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8768364322280991090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-love-song-for-you.html' title='No Love Song For You'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTsFuShwXvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HgNSFvGr6DY/s72-c/we+heart+it+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2349037337623178248</id><published>2011-01-19T15:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:32:47.618-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #8:  It's Supposed to be Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life Lesson #8:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Sometimes I must remind myself that this is supposed to be fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTdVK9J38hI/AAAAAAAAAPw/i-3BRkdf-Ow/s1600/sometimes+i+must.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTdVK9J38hI/AAAAAAAAAPw/i-3BRkdf-Ow/s320/sometimes+i+must.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I found the photo above﻿ on a very awesome blog:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitsotruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bits of Truth...all quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;, and I thought&amp;nbsp;this was an amazing quote&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;various people can relate to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;How many times in your life have you wanted to quit doing something?&amp;nbsp; I am sure all of us have wanted to be a quitter at one point or the other.&amp;nbsp; However, I very much commend those who stick it out.&amp;nbsp; It can be an incredibly hard thing to do, but I think it is worth it.&amp;nbsp; Nobody can rag on you for quitting, and you can take pride in the fact that you didn't quit.&amp;nbsp; It is just a win win situation either way.&amp;nbsp; Remember that the next time you are trying to decide whether to quit something or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2349037337623178248?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2349037337623178248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2349037337623178248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2349037337623178248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2349037337623178248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-lesson-8.html' title='Life Lesson #8:  It&apos;s Supposed to be Fun'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTdVK9J38hI/AAAAAAAAAPw/i-3BRkdf-Ow/s72-c/sometimes+i+must.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2781449869634547721</id><published>2011-01-17T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:06:05.615-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Cancer &gt; Gemini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTUCqdrg0dI/AAAAAAAAAPk/X8BxjbRNi2c/s1600/cancer.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTUCqdrg0dI/AAAAAAAAAPk/X8BxjbRNi2c/s200/cancer.png" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTUCsLGMZiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qn95UXmoj8w/s1600/gemini.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTUCsLGMZiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qn95UXmoj8w/s200/gemini.png" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know what is completely absurd?&amp;nbsp; I have been a Cancer my whole, entire life.&amp;nbsp; Now, according to some sources, I am a Gemini.&amp;nbsp; What?!?!&amp;nbsp; How is it possible?&amp;nbsp; One day, I wake up,&amp;nbsp;and supposedly I am a &amp;nbsp;Gemini??!&amp;nbsp; It is ludicrous!&amp;nbsp; I am a Cancer through and through - I am emotional, moody, AND sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I found a great&amp;nbsp;website with the different &lt;a href="http://zodiac-signs-meanings.com/"&gt;zodiac meanings&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; According to the website, Cancers are ruled by the moon.&amp;nbsp; We are mothering creatures, who tend to be very emotional.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, it says Geminis are NOT emotional, NOT personal, and it pretty much describes&amp;nbsp;the polar opposite of my personality!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I am overreacting a little, but I have always been interested in zodiac signs.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How can they change on me so suddenly?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't care what sources say.&amp;nbsp; I will remain a Cancer forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do all of you feel about this sudden change of zodiac signs, and the addition of a new zodiac sign.&amp;nbsp; Do you put any value into what your horoscope says, or do you at least read it for fun?&amp;nbsp; Please share your feelings!&amp;nbsp; Tell me I'm right, tell me I'm wrong, just TELL ME SOMETHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2781449869634547721?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2781449869634547721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2781449869634547721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2781449869634547721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2781449869634547721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/01/cancer-gemini.html' title='Cancer &gt; Gemini'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TTUCqdrg0dI/AAAAAAAAAPk/X8BxjbRNi2c/s72-c/cancer.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2446298617981651639</id><published>2011-01-12T10:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:48:41.340-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #7:  Kill them with Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TS3TtaDEM0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/SJ9tcN2rHD4/s1600/kill+them+with+kindness+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TS3TtaDEM0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/SJ9tcN2rHD4/s320/kill+them+with+kindness+2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life Lesson #7:&amp;nbsp; Kill them with Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You may be wondering who "them" is.&amp;nbsp; Well, "them" encompasses a variety of people.&amp;nbsp; It may be the snobby girl who has always had to one up you since the seventh grade.&amp;nbsp; It may be the teacher who seems to dislike you, even though you have not done anything wrong.&amp;nbsp; It may be a group of&amp;nbsp;boys who will not stop bullying you, even though you are nothing but nice to them.&amp;nbsp; It may even be your best friend, who suddenly decides to turn his or her back on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Like many people, you may want revenge.&amp;nbsp; That is perfectly understandable, but it's about the worst thing you can do for yourself.&amp;nbsp; Karma will bite you in the butt faster than any ferocious animal.&amp;nbsp; I have never really been the type of person who has tried to get revenge on someone, but there have been times when I have definitely wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The thing is, when somebody is bothering you, you want to be the bigger person.&amp;nbsp; It may not always be easy, but in the long run you will feel very proud that you stuck it out.&amp;nbsp; I pride myself in not being a quitter, so don't just give up on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe they will learn from your kindness, and maybe they won't.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm not going to lie to you.&amp;nbsp; Just because you are nice to people, does not&amp;nbsp;mean they will all of a sudden see the light and change their ways.&amp;nbsp; However, there is a fraction of a chance they will.&amp;nbsp; You never know how people will respond.&amp;nbsp; Even if the change is not immediate, they may remember in years to come that &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;were nice to them.&amp;nbsp; They may feel undeserving, but they will remember it nevertheless.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Think about that before you say something rude, and try to say something nice instead.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TS3TuftgiqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/UhPxyIDJg4w/s1600/kill+them+with+kindness+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TS3TuftgiqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/UhPxyIDJg4w/s320/kill+them+with+kindness+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2446298617981651639?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2446298617981651639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2446298617981651639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2446298617981651639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2446298617981651639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-lesson-7-kill-them-with-kindness.html' title='Life Lesson #7:  Kill them with Kindness'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TS3TtaDEM0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/SJ9tcN2rHD4/s72-c/kill+them+with+kindness+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5968202165882887228</id><published>2011-01-05T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:32:42.753-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TSTvRr-Y_WI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Qq-EjEfmAQA/s1600/midnight+clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TSTvRr-Y_WI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Qq-EjEfmAQA/s320/midnight+clock.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This year, my boyfriend Ryan and I, tried to make a New Year's resolution to stop drinking soda.&amp;nbsp; It worked...until&amp;nbsp;not too long&amp;nbsp;after midnight.&amp;nbsp; Yes, that's right.&amp;nbsp; We broke it only a little while after the new year started.&amp;nbsp; So far, we both have consumed:&amp;nbsp; Ski, Sprite Zero, Coke, Mountain Dew, and Mellow Yellow.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, we do not have much self discipline.&amp;nbsp; Maybe our New Year's resolution should have been to have more self discipline, rather than to stop drinking soda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TSTuoGn6OZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E4IY_aufVkM/s1600/soda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TSTuoGn6OZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E4IY_aufVkM/s1600/soda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_187803291"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_187803292"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, I want to know:&amp;nbsp; what were your New Year's resolutions?&amp;nbsp; Have you kept them so far?&amp;nbsp; I hope you are all having a Happy New Year, even though it is just beginning!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;have a feeling this year will be a great year - I just know it.&amp;nbsp; I hope the same is true for you.&amp;nbsp; I know I have not written as much lately as usual, but I hope you can forgive me.&amp;nbsp; There will be a lot of exciting&amp;nbsp;posts for you to read throughout this year!&amp;nbsp; I hope you all have a fantastic day, and the best year ever!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5968202165882887228?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5968202165882887228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5968202165882887228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5968202165882887228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5968202165882887228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TSTvRr-Y_WI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Qq-EjEfmAQA/s72-c/midnight+clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5664018581647831729</id><published>2010-12-31T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:20:28.070-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>The Fairytale That Has Become of 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4RbfzmNeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9w0Vnp5FR_8/s1600/edited+me+%2526+ryan+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4RbfzmNeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9w0Vnp5FR_8/s320/edited+me+%2526+ryan+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have trouble trying to find good enough words to describe 2010. It has been truly ASTOUNDING!&amp;nbsp; Last year, I worried I was going to be infinitely single - that I was never going to find anyone who completed me. In my journal on January 1, 2010, I wrote: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I know I started out 2009 the same way, and I sometimes hate to admit it, but I am SO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIRED of&amp;nbsp; being single!&amp;nbsp; I don’t know why I am so doomed to be single!&amp;nbsp; Maybe 2010 will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;be different.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I’ll find someone who loves me, and respects me, and appreciates &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;me.&amp;nbsp; This is what I hope.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...And so I did. :)&amp;nbsp; I went out and found myself the man of my dreams, and I really only had to look right in front of me. In 2010, I accomplished the one thing I wanted most.&amp;nbsp; I cannot believe I found a guy who fit my description of what I looked for in a guy so perfectly. I used to be so bitter about love.&amp;nbsp; I hated to look at happy couples because I was terrified that I would end up as the lady with fifty cats.&amp;nbsp; However, I did not, and I am extremely grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4OeNUZ60I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZOLcZqja9Bo/s1600/Graduation+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4OeNUZ60I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZOLcZqja9Bo/s320/Graduation+024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As for everything else in 2010...wow. I mean, I had a great senior year of high school. I believe everyone who says that senior year is the best year, because it really is. With the way my freshman year of high school started out, I had no clue that my senior year of high would be SO much better, to the extent that it was almost unbelievable. Totally unexpectedly, I was elected prom queen. I was humbled, unbelievably, by that whole experience. I won the award for having the most school spirit. I graduated and ended the long, but essential, journey we call “high school”. I was amazed when I was offered a theatre tuition waiver to college, along with a theatre scholarship. I cannot believe I was once the freshman girl who would stare down at the floor and who liked to make believe she did not exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4OHrIme1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/BgT5fxJPYww/s1600/edited+senior+prom+29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4OHrIme1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/BgT5fxJPYww/s320/edited+senior+prom+29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With that said, I also started a new journey. I am now a freshman in college. I fully planned on majoring in theatre at the beginning of the year. Now, honestly, I am not so sure what I want to do with my life. I never knew it would be such a hard decision.&amp;nbsp; Other things have simply become more important to me than the theatre. Ryan, for example. I am not saying theatre is not at all important to me; it has been a huge part of my life for quite a few years now. I am just not sure how far along theatre and I will travel together, hand in hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4PzqR6GqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M-ZwRHOXAXQ/s1600/Three+Musketeers+Nov+2010+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4PzqR6GqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M-ZwRHOXAXQ/s320/Three+Musketeers+Nov+2010+064.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have definitely become a different person this year. As for lessons, I have learned many.&amp;nbsp; There have been people who have disappointed me this year, but of course, that is to be expected. I saw the flaws in someone that I basically considered to be perfect.&amp;nbsp; No one is perfect. Life teaches me that over and over again, every year. However, I also made many great friends this year. I never knew just how many great people I would meet in college.&amp;nbsp; I was amazed at how some of the people I met were, and are, so similar to me.&amp;nbsp; I have a wonderful life, and I am beginning to realize that more and more every day. This year (especially compared to last year) has been so incredibly easy. It has been a piece of cake. I have kept my emotions more in check and I have matured by leaps and bounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;More people have pleased me than disappointed me.&amp;nbsp; One great loss I suffered this year was the death of my Papaw. It was totally unexpected and hard for me to cope with at times (even though I hardly ever showed it). I did not know how much I would miss him until he was gone. While that was a major downer, I still cannot forget all of the great memories from this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4OmfKHkHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ji9rT1pF5d8/s1600/Christmas+2004+095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4OmfKHkHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ji9rT1pF5d8/s320/Christmas+2004+095.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;By far, the best thing that came about this year was my relationship with Ryan. &amp;nbsp;I think it shocked almost everyone who knew us when we suddenly got together. We had been talking for awhile, but not many people knew that our late night facebook conversations would soon become a full blown romantic relationship. Heck, not many people even knew we were having late night facebook conversations. However, I am glad that we did.&amp;nbsp; I know most people around my age say their relationship will last, and in a lot of cases it doesn’t, but Ryan and I are different.&amp;nbsp; I just know it will work out between us. I fully see us in fifty years, sitting on our couch together. I love him, and I am truly glad I have had to go through so many hardships to finally find him because now it is so good. I am glad that I waited to be with Ryan because some things are just worth waiting for. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, 2010 has been a blast. I look forward to creating a bunch of fun, new, memories in 2011 with Ryan and all of my friends. I cannot wait to see what this coming year has in store for me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5664018581647831729?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5664018581647831729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5664018581647831729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5664018581647831729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5664018581647831729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/fairytale-that-has-become-of-2010.html' title='The Fairytale That Has Become of 2010.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TR4RbfzmNeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9w0Vnp5FR_8/s72-c/edited+me+%2526+ryan+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8072375329303563927</id><published>2010-12-27T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:49:16.460-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Converse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Up and Coming Fashionista...Me??!</title><content type='html'>I was very proud of my outfit today.&amp;nbsp; I am turning into quite the fashionista!&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlYAaKn2DI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JC8YjzMQAPM/s1600/1227101719a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlYAaKn2DI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JC8YjzMQAPM/s320/1227101719a1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The quality of this picture isn't very good, but it's&amp;nbsp;the clothes&amp;nbsp;I wore today.&amp;nbsp; You can't tell from this picture, but my purse matches my shoes!&amp;nbsp; Ryan&amp;nbsp;gave me the shoes for Christmas, and his sister&amp;nbsp;gave me the purse - I love them!&amp;nbsp; (P.S. - if you can't read the back of my Converse, they say "Ryans Girl") :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sooo...here are the shoes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlbCkoz7TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mdTkzmtKazI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-16+at+10.20.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlbCkoz7TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mdTkzmtKazI/s200/Screen+shot+2010-12-16+at+10.20.21+PM.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlbFjjRS8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/B679cpRj4ig/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-16+at+10.20.58+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlbFjjRS8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/B679cpRj4ig/s200/Screen+shot+2010-12-16+at+10.20.58+PM.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlbEd-3F9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/vJGEZCnr4dw/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-16+at+10.20.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlbEd-3F9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/vJGEZCnr4dw/s200/Screen+shot+2010-12-16+at+10.20.38+PM.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...And below is the purse!&amp;nbsp; (I know, not a very good picture, but I took it on my cell phone.&amp;nbsp; What do you expect?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlckkaHuvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dr5pxLPi8Q8/s1600/my+purse+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlckkaHuvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dr5pxLPi8Q8/s320/my+purse+2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think?&amp;nbsp; Do I have good fashion taste?&amp;nbsp; ;)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8072375329303563927?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8072375329303563927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8072375329303563927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8072375329303563927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8072375329303563927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/up-and-coming-fashionistame.html' title='The Up and Coming Fashionista...Me??!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRlYAaKn2DI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JC8YjzMQAPM/s72-c/1227101719a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6498773683900968642</id><published>2010-12-24T14:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:50:56.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2010!!!  :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRUHqkFjieI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bqat7nLP8vk/s1600/Christmastime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRUHqkFjieI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bqat7nLP8vk/s1600/Christmastime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you believe it's already Christmas Eve 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This Christmas is a bittersweet one for me.&amp;nbsp; It is our family's first Christmas without my Papaw, but it is also my first Christmas with Ryan.&amp;nbsp; Tonight, I will be celebrating Christmas with my family and Ryan (thankfully the snow didn't get too bad!) and tomorrow I will be doing the same, hopefully.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I hope you all have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Look forward to an exciting, informative post about this past year very soon&amp;nbsp;(since the new year is coming up), and get ready for a lot of great writing in 2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I hope all of you have a good holiday (whatever you may be celebrating!)&amp;nbsp; Just remember, Jesus is the reason for the season! Hallelujah,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;was born!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6498773683900968642?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6498773683900968642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6498773683900968642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6498773683900968642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6498773683900968642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-2010-d.html' title='Merry Christmas 2010!!!  :D'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TRUHqkFjieI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bqat7nLP8vk/s72-c/Christmastime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8612147292886587464</id><published>2010-12-18T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:38:06.507-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #6:  Compatibility is Important in Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life Lesson #6:&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Compatibility is one of the most important things in a relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQ0NFCRtYhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O5MgJU1PygA/s1600/weird+quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQ0NFCRtYhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O5MgJU1PygA/s1600/weird+quote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As of late, this is a lesson that has practically&amp;nbsp;screamed out&amp;nbsp;my name.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't think I have ever&amp;nbsp;truly understood how much compatibility means in a relationship until recently.&amp;nbsp; However, it is very true.&amp;nbsp; Chemistry may cause the initial attraction, but no relationship will last without compatibility.&amp;nbsp; This is usually true in friendships also.&amp;nbsp; Opposites may &lt;em&gt;attract&lt;/em&gt;, but similar souls &lt;em&gt;stick together&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Remember that the next time you consider your potential romantic interests, or future friendships!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQ0NLknNoHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3xeHE1h5a88/s1600/me+and+ryan+crazy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQ0NLknNoHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3xeHE1h5a88/s320/me+and+ryan+crazy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Quote Image Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8612147292886587464?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8612147292886587464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8612147292886587464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8612147292886587464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8612147292886587464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-lesson-6-compatibility-is.html' title='Life Lesson #6:  Compatibility is Important in Relationships'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQ0NFCRtYhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O5MgJU1PygA/s72-c/weird+quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4849683343189595431</id><published>2010-12-15T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:44:15.033-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #5:  Sometimes People Care, But Can't Show It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life Lesson #5:&amp;nbsp; Sometimes someone cares about you in some way, shape or form, but something else gets in the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be pride, vanity, selfishness, jealousy,&amp;nbsp;or a number of other things.&amp;nbsp; Either way, there are many things that can prevent&amp;nbsp;people from showing the love they feel for you.&amp;nbsp; It's hard sometimes - for us&amp;nbsp;humans to admit that&amp;nbsp;we are wrong sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Likewise, it&amp;nbsp;also can&amp;nbsp;be hard for people to admit their emotions - how much they care, or why they did what they did.&amp;nbsp; It's understandable, though it can be very hard to deal with at times.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes there is someone who meant a lot to you and you just want to hug them, but you can't because something happened between the two of you.&amp;nbsp; You aren't able to just&amp;nbsp;pretend like nothing happened.&amp;nbsp; And that's okay.&amp;nbsp; You shouldn't have to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQmYX7y6ABI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jcNLMAOUf08/s1600/i+miss+you+when.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQmYX7y6ABI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jcNLMAOUf08/s400/i+miss+you+when.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4849683343189595431?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4849683343189595431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4849683343189595431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4849683343189595431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4849683343189595431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-lesson-5-sometimes-people-care-but.html' title='Life Lesson #5:  Sometimes People Care, But Can&apos;t Show It'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQmYX7y6ABI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jcNLMAOUf08/s72-c/i+miss+you+when.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8281130326134230762</id><published>2010-12-14T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:50:17.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>We've All Got Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I should tell you, I've got baggage too."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Lyrics from the song "La Vi Boheme" from the musical &lt;em&gt;Rent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQhT1Br1q1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/5lwvQSmkLrM/s1600/38963_1352480094209_1297599248_30815735_2732300_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQhT1Br1q1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/5lwvQSmkLrM/s200/38963_1352480094209_1297599248_30815735_2732300_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQhVw_4FX-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/6nmaBG-VSoY/s1600/cropped+ryan+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQhVw_4FX-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/6nmaBG-VSoY/s200/cropped+ryan+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQhTZMAtOaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mvBQhveml7Y/s1600/i%2527ve+got+baggage+too.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQhTZMAtOaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mvBQhveml7Y/s1600/i%2527ve+got+baggage+too.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Middle photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8281130326134230762?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8281130326134230762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8281130326134230762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8281130326134230762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8281130326134230762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/weve-all-got-baggage.html' title='We&apos;ve All Got Baggage'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQhT1Br1q1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/5lwvQSmkLrM/s72-c/38963_1352480094209_1297599248_30815735_2732300_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-664035622026423441</id><published>2010-12-13T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:38:22.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>My True Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What do you want for supper?"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;-My Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I don't know what my passion is anymore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; -Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;After saying that, I realize now&amp;nbsp;what my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; passion is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQaRVXb5dNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/c2GYufqwr_o/s1600/Ryan+is+uber+cute+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQaRVXb5dNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/c2GYufqwr_o/s400/Ryan+is+uber+cute+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-664035622026423441?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/664035622026423441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=664035622026423441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/664035622026423441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/664035622026423441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-true-passion.html' title='My True Passion'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQaRVXb5dNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/c2GYufqwr_o/s72-c/Ryan+is+uber+cute+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1288927597817043457</id><published>2010-12-12T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:55:16.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Little Joys of Christmastime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQVl5qnHa4I/AAAAAAAAANg/veI-pd0JN9c/s1600/christmas+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQVl5qnHa4I/AAAAAAAAANg/veI-pd0JN9c/s320/christmas+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All the world is a coffee shop, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;with extra whipped cream on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Outside it's cold, but inside it's hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A plate of cookies sits by the cot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hot chocolate fills the kettle and the pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Look at the snowmen as the children play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They are practically alive on this crisp winter day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bring on the bells, the gifts, and the sleigh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Carolers pass out candy canes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Santa rings a bell at the Christmas parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Family and friends celebrate the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQVmHXCWV6I/AAAAAAAAANs/JD6QdynjbXE/s1600/Christmas+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQVmHXCWV6I/AAAAAAAAANs/JD6QdynjbXE/s320/Christmas+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1288927597817043457?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1288927597817043457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1288927597817043457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1288927597817043457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1288927597817043457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-joys-of-christmastime.html' title='The Little Joys of Christmastime'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TQVl5qnHa4I/AAAAAAAAANg/veI-pd0JN9c/s72-c/christmas+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-7347793346286476993</id><published>2010-12-06T16:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:46:23.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #4:  Adults Don't Know it All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Life Lesson #4:&amp;nbsp; Authority figures you once thought were perfect, always have the potential to let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You know how when you were a little kid, you thought everyone older than you was so cool?&amp;nbsp; You thought your parents were perfect, your teacher was the smartest person in the world, and the&amp;nbsp;older kids always had fun.&amp;nbsp; Then you hit the teenage years.&amp;nbsp; Your parents embarrass you, you think your teacher is an idiot, but you still strive to be older and older.&amp;nbsp; You still look up to&amp;nbsp;the adults, whether you will admit it or not.&amp;nbsp; Well, you know what?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you should, sometimes you shouldn't.&amp;nbsp; Despite what adults tell you, they do not always have all the answers.&amp;nbsp; I would know, since I am legally an adult.&amp;nbsp; We don't know it all.&amp;nbsp; Even people much older than me don't know everything.&amp;nbsp; We all make mistakes, and there is always room for improvement&amp;nbsp;in everyone.&amp;nbsp; If you are a kid, you should still take into account what adults have to say, but after awhile, you need to start forming some of your own opinions.&amp;nbsp; If you are an adult, don't get too self-confident.&amp;nbsp; You do not know everything like you think you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TP1m3eDxGGI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q15Z26gS48M/s1600/kids+like+adults.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TP1m3eDxGGI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q15Z26gS48M/s320/kids+like+adults.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-7347793346286476993?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7347793346286476993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=7347793346286476993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7347793346286476993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7347793346286476993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-lesson-4-adults-dont-know-it-all.html' title='Life Lesson #4:  Adults Don&apos;t Know it All'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TP1m3eDxGGI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q15Z26gS48M/s72-c/kids+like+adults.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1876546913384265439</id><published>2010-12-02T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:02:44.325-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Letter to My Future Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPe0tH489AI/AAAAAAAAANY/CbjOa1BCQZ4/s1600/write.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPe0tH489AI/AAAAAAAAANY/CbjOa1BCQZ4/s200/write.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Dear Future Self, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I wonder what you are like.&amp;nbsp; What did you decide to do with your life?&amp;nbsp; I hope you know, because I sure don't.&amp;nbsp; It's a tough thing:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;deciding what you want to do every day for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I am happy to know that you probably have a wonderful life partner.&amp;nbsp; If you didn't stick with Ryan, I'll be very disappointed in you.&amp;nbsp; I know he will always protect you and keep you safe.&amp;nbsp; You better keep him happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I hope the career you chose suits you.&amp;nbsp; I hope it is fulfilling, but also leaves you time for fun with family and friends.&amp;nbsp; I hope you are healthy, and still feel like a kid at heart.&amp;nbsp; Who knows, maybe you have kids of your own by now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Gosh, there is so much I want to know about you!&amp;nbsp; There are so many questions I want to ask you.&amp;nbsp; Did you ever get a tattoo, or any piercings besides your ears?&amp;nbsp; Where do you live?&amp;nbsp; Did you graduate college?&amp;nbsp; Are you married?&amp;nbsp; Do you have kids?&amp;nbsp; How many?&amp;nbsp; Of course you can't answer these questions for me yet.&amp;nbsp; I am just looking forward to finding out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I feel like I should end this letter with a profound piece of advice, but what can I tell you that you don't already know?&amp;nbsp; Maybe &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;should be giving &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;advice, but I know that isn't possible, though you are wiser and more experienced.&amp;nbsp; I guess you will just have to teach me what to do from day to day, as I gradually get older.&amp;nbsp; I bet you didn't do such a bad job with my - &lt;em&gt;our &lt;/em&gt;- life.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1876546913384265439?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1876546913384265439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1876546913384265439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1876546913384265439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1876546913384265439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/letter-to-my-future-self.html' title='Letter to My Future Self'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPe0tH489AI/AAAAAAAAANY/CbjOa1BCQZ4/s72-c/write.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-964742367245397143</id><published>2010-11-30T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:39:11.029-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Letter to My Present Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPUaf-NkOEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sOLWHf4lvvI/s1600/me+pop+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPUaf-NkOEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sOLWHf4lvvI/s320/me+pop+art.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Present Self, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in a pretty good place right now.&amp;nbsp; Sure, you still have your worries, but who doesn't?&amp;nbsp; When it really comes down to it, your life is not looking very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have found someone wonderful who loves you for who you are.&amp;nbsp; That may sound cliche, but it's the truth.&amp;nbsp; He is your best friend, and the soulmate you have always desired.&amp;nbsp; He understands all of the quirks about you and your life that you feared no one ever could.&amp;nbsp; He is worth all the physical, mental, and emotional battles you have ever fought in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for college, it started off quite well for you.&amp;nbsp; Don't you think?&amp;nbsp; There have been a couple of setbacks and discoveries you&amp;nbsp; made along the way, but that happens to the best of us.&amp;nbsp; If nothing else, you have made wonderful friends!&amp;nbsp; You fit in with them quicker than with any other "clique" you were friends with before.&amp;nbsp; They seem to really &lt;em&gt;get &lt;/em&gt;you, and you hope some of the friendships that you have obtained this year will last for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you have had a rather fabulous life thus far.&amp;nbsp; I know you will continue to do well, as long as you do not compromise your morals or values for anyone.&amp;nbsp; You have tried that in the past, and it didn't work, so obviously you should not try it again.&amp;nbsp; It will only bring you down, and I know you can do better than that.&amp;nbsp; Keep up the good work, and always be compassionate and&amp;nbsp;caring of others, as you always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-964742367245397143?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/964742367245397143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=964742367245397143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/964742367245397143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/964742367245397143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/letter-to-my-present-self.html' title='Letter to My Present Self'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPUaf-NkOEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sOLWHf4lvvI/s72-c/me+pop+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4174291997800238337</id><published>2010-11-29T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:23:15.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Letter to My Past Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRQmKH8R_I/AAAAAAAAANE/v8QWhP183og/s1600/Solaroid+Mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRQmKH8R_I/AAAAAAAAANE/v8QWhP183og/s320/Solaroid+Mirror.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Dear Past Self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;You worry too much.&amp;nbsp; You always have, and maybe you always will.&amp;nbsp; You shouldn't have to, but it is just in your nature to worry.&amp;nbsp; You wouldn't really be the same person if you didn't.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I just want you to know how good your life will be.&amp;nbsp; There will be times in your life that will test you to the max.&amp;nbsp; The choice you have to make is whether you will allow yourself to play the role of victim during these tough times, or whether you choose to rise above it all.&amp;nbsp; I'll be honest with you.&amp;nbsp; There will be times when you choose to be the victim, but that's okay.&amp;nbsp; It does not make you a bad person.&amp;nbsp; After all, you are only human.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRHGpwQJcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jbpeHPkFd_M/s1600/sometimes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRHGpwQJcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jbpeHPkFd_M/s1600/sometimes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRHGpwQJcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jbpeHPkFd_M/s1600/sometimes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;You expect so much out of yourself, and because of that you sometimes expect too much out of others.&amp;nbsp; As a result of this, you find yourself disappointed every once in awhile - sometimes even more often than every once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRGkxZu7VI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FC9-XPzW5m8/s1600/scared-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRGkxZu7VI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FC9-XPzW5m8/s1600/scared-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRGkxZu7VI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FC9-XPzW5m8/s1600/scared-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I know you get lonely a lot.&amp;nbsp; You have never really had much good luck with relationships, if any.&amp;nbsp; People have continually taught you that you can trust no one, because they will just leave you&amp;nbsp;in the end.&amp;nbsp; However, I want you to know:&amp;nbsp; all of that will soon change.&amp;nbsp; It may seem like you have to wait forever, but remember that little quote you love so much?&amp;nbsp; "Some things in life are worth waiting for...even if it means waiting forever."&amp;nbsp; Yeah, &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;quote.&amp;nbsp; You knew it was true before, but you will come to realize you believe it with every fiber of your being.&amp;nbsp; You will find the one you have been waiting for all of your life.&amp;nbsp; Well, you will &lt;strong&gt;discover&lt;/strong&gt; him anyway.&amp;nbsp; By the time you realize he is the one - the soulmate you have been wanting to meet all of your life&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;he will have been in your life for quite some time.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly, you will see him in a new light, and&amp;nbsp;a metamorphosis will occur&amp;nbsp;right before your eyes!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Don't get me wrong;&amp;nbsp;there are people who will let you&amp;nbsp;down in life that you never though would, but you&amp;nbsp;must always be the bigger person.&amp;nbsp;You are so strong.&amp;nbsp; You have been through so much already, and you can make it through this.&amp;nbsp; I know you can, because I am you, and you are me.&amp;nbsp; Together, we can do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Quote images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4174291997800238337?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4174291997800238337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4174291997800238337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4174291997800238337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4174291997800238337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/letter-to-my-past-self.html' title='Letter to My Past Self'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TPRQmKH8R_I/AAAAAAAAANE/v8QWhP183og/s72-c/Solaroid+Mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5315868303842792482</id><published>2010-11-25T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:20:22.867-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I know it is a little late, but I hope you all had a marvelous day!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Whether you think so or not, we all have a great deal to be thankful for.&amp;nbsp; All of us are blessed in&amp;nbsp;different ways.&amp;nbsp; If nothing else, be thankful of this life, and of how wonderful God is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What have you done to celebrate today?&amp;nbsp; I ate lunch with some of my family, and then went to visit a couple of other family members.&amp;nbsp; It is exciting&amp;nbsp;for me that the countdown to Christmas has started because I LOVE Christmas!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Now, I am&amp;nbsp;just relaxing, and watching "Charlie Brown Thanksgiving."&amp;nbsp; You have to love those classics!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I hope all of you have a good day tomorrow - whether you are braving Black Friday shopping, or just sleeping in!&amp;nbsp; Have some fun and stay safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TO8K1_iyITI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2OuNEuzeh9s/s1600/Charlie_Brown_thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TO8K1_iyITI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2OuNEuzeh9s/s320/Charlie_Brown_thanksgiving.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5315868303842792482?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5315868303842792482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5315868303842792482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5315868303842792482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5315868303842792482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!  :)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TO8K1_iyITI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2OuNEuzeh9s/s72-c/Charlie_Brown_thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4435993169808824481</id><published>2010-11-24T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:27:56.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Journal Entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One year ago today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Old Journal Entry:  November 24, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For quite some time now, I have wanted to&amp;nbsp;share with you one of my old journal entries.&amp;nbsp; However, I could never quite decide which one to share,&amp;nbsp;or else it just seemed like the wrong time to post it.&amp;nbsp; Finally though, I am proud to inform you all that I have found the perfect one to share with the world!&amp;nbsp; Here it is, from one year ago today:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TO3yx6rJqrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/F4WmAzmb8ZQ/s1600/Journal+Entry+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TO3yx6rJqrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/F4WmAzmb8ZQ/s400/Journal+Entry+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If you can't read that, below is my&amp;nbsp;translation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;November 24, 2009﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I never really loved you.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I love you.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I never fully stopped loving you.&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Molly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it weird&amp;nbsp;how I am very poetic, even when I am just writing in my journal?&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;It is funny to think, and slightly hard to believe, that this is only from one year ago today.&amp;nbsp; So much has changed since then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4435993169808824481?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4435993169808824481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4435993169808824481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4435993169808824481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4435993169808824481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-journal-entry-november-24-2009.html' title='Old Journal Entry:  November 24, 2009'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TO3yx6rJqrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/F4WmAzmb8ZQ/s72-c/Journal+Entry+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5028394404182176802</id><published>2010-11-23T12:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:27:15.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Figuring it Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOwF7TXBdZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dQ0GWIOj84s/s1600/puzzle+pieces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOwF7TXBdZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dQ0GWIOj84s/s400/puzzle+pieces.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Trying to figure out what you want to do with the rest of your life isn't always a simple task.&amp;nbsp; How do you know if you are headed in the right direction?&amp;nbsp; It is kind of like putting a puzzle together.&amp;nbsp; There are so many pieces - so many possibilities.&amp;nbsp; Which one fits where?&amp;nbsp; Does it go here or there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOwGGoDFQvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zoapa19aCn8/s1600/movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOwGGoDFQvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zoapa19aCn8/s200/movie.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOwGiwn-Q7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/F7YfE7Ffoqk/s1600/question.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOwGiwn-Q7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/F7YfE7Ffoqk/s200/question.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Where will &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;end up in this complex world full of choices and diversity, people and places, diversity and change?&amp;nbsp; Will I ever really fit in anywhere, or will I forever be stuck in the constant state of Limbo?&amp;nbsp; It's a thought provoking question, but there isn't really a definite answer.&amp;nbsp; Nobody ever really knows where they will end up from day to day.&amp;nbsp; There are plenty of know-it-alls that will tell you they know, but the truth is, only God knows for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This is because wherever there is room for an answer, there is also room for a sliver of doubt.&amp;nbsp; We are merely humans; we can do very little to change the future.&amp;nbsp; We just have to sit back, relax, wait, and watch, as if the future is a movie playing right before our eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5028394404182176802?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5028394404182176802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5028394404182176802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5028394404182176802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5028394404182176802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/figuring-it-out.html' title='Figuring it Out'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOwF7TXBdZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dQ0GWIOj84s/s72-c/puzzle+pieces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3144248064641455380</id><published>2010-11-22T11:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:31:04.149-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #3:  A Warning for College Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOqs4jcJg9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/9pVybJr7pSw/s1600/warning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOqs4jcJg9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/9pVybJr7pSw/s200/warning.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life Lesson #3:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;There is just as much (or more) drama in college as there is in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOqqSvdtCuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/smxsFxw0cBM/s1600/whispering.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOqqSvdtCuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/smxsFxw0cBM/s320/whispering.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry kiddos.&amp;nbsp; I hate to break it to you, but it's the truth - at least in my case.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I involve myself in the drama as little as possible, but that doesn't mean I don't see it all around me.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's just because I am a theatre major, but I kind of doubt it.&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; (Pun intended!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Drama exists everywhere, no matter what you choose to do with your life.&amp;nbsp; Drama is like the ever existent girl (or maybe even guy) in high school who constantly had to one up you in everything.&amp;nbsp; I mean EVERYTHING!&amp;nbsp; Listen to the wise words of the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/girl-next-door-lyrics-saving-jane.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Girl Next Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Saving Jane if you haven't already, because that is exactly the kind of thing I am talking about.﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The one plus about drama in college compared to drama in high school, is that drama in college is usually easier to steer clear of.&amp;nbsp; Of course, you have to actually &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to - unlike some people who say they want to, but really are the cause of all the drama in the first place!&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong.&amp;nbsp; College started off WAY better for me than high school did.&amp;nbsp; I am just warning you that if you think your life is suddenly going to be drama free the moment you turn eighteen, you may want to consider taking a dose of reality.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3144248064641455380?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3144248064641455380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3144248064641455380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3144248064641455380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3144248064641455380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-lesson-3-warning-for-college-kids.html' title='Life Lesson #3:  A Warning for College Kids'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOqs4jcJg9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/9pVybJr7pSw/s72-c/warning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1199643783757955484</id><published>2010-11-18T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:56:02.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PostSecret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Bear Hugs Make Everything Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOXf9u79Z7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/n2M6PNJJYLc/s1600/postsecret+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOXf9u79Z7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/n2M6PNJJYLc/s400/postsecret+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I found the above PostSecret on &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/a&gt;, and it kind of brought me back to my childhood.&amp;nbsp; I can see some of you nodding your heads in agreement.&amp;nbsp; Don't lie!&amp;nbsp; I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;you are!&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; Well, I have no shame, I'll admit it.&amp;nbsp; When I was little, I totally bought into the whole stuffed animals coming to life at night thing.&amp;nbsp; Didn't we all at&amp;nbsp;one point or another?&amp;nbsp; I was a stuffed animal Fuhhh-reak!&amp;nbsp; Practically all of my stuffed animals had three names.&amp;nbsp; They all had stories.&amp;nbsp; They all had pasts, presents, and futures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOXmjxgN7EI/AAAAAAAAAME/N8IgWWKcBL0/s1600/abraham+liincoln+and+molly+with+tree+004+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOXmjxgN7EI/AAAAAAAAAME/N8IgWWKcBL0/s320/abraham+liincoln+and+molly+with+tree+004+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite stuffed animal in particular growing up was Noel Chris Wilson - Noel for short.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I cannot deny that I still sleep with him most of the time, even though he is a bear that has obviously seen many days.&amp;nbsp; I think I got him when I was in the fourth grade, around Christmastime.&amp;nbsp; Now that I look back on finding Noel, I am not sure what stood out to me about him.&amp;nbsp; However to this day, if there were a fire, I would&amp;nbsp;save Noel over my iPod or phone ANY day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He has been through so many&amp;nbsp;important&amp;nbsp;moments with me.&amp;nbsp; I cannot tell you how many tears his poor fur has absorbed throughout the years.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;carries so many sentimental memories, and I swear on my life that I will probably&amp;nbsp;bring&amp;nbsp;him with me when I go off and get married.&amp;nbsp; I think it is true at any age:&amp;nbsp; sometimes all we need is a great big bear hug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1199643783757955484?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1199643783757955484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1199643783757955484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1199643783757955484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1199643783757955484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/bear-hugs-make-everything-better.html' title='Bear Hugs Make Everything Better'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOXf9u79Z7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/n2M6PNJJYLc/s72-c/postsecret+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8910018087135574205</id><published>2010-11-14T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:45:47.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #2:  Never Let Go of a Person Who Understands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life Lesson #2:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When you find someone who understands you like no one else ever could, you should never let&amp;nbsp;that person&amp;nbsp;go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOBJnm0nClI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2vjwsARydbw/s1600/homecoming+edited+2010+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOBJnm0nClI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2vjwsARydbw/s320/homecoming+edited+2010+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This kind of person&amp;nbsp;is a rare and special gift in someone's life, &lt;em&gt;anyone's &lt;/em&gt;life.&amp;nbsp; Some people may never find a person who understands them so well.&amp;nbsp; If you find a person like this, don't take&amp;nbsp;the person for granted.&amp;nbsp; Every other person will just look pale in comparison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8910018087135574205?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8910018087135574205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8910018087135574205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8910018087135574205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8910018087135574205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-lesson-2-never-let-go-of-person.html' title='Life Lesson #2:  Never Let Go of a Person Who Understands'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TOBJnm0nClI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2vjwsARydbw/s72-c/homecoming+edited+2010+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6639334922431198537</id><published>2010-11-10T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:41:33.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Something to Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Something to think about:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What&amp;nbsp;should&amp;nbsp;you do when something that once saved your life is now threatening to destroy it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNsfCscZ4II/AAAAAAAAALs/4Z0WJOvHpE4/s1600/girl+by+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNsfCscZ4II/AAAAAAAAALs/4Z0WJOvHpE4/s320/girl+by+tree.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6639334922431198537?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6639334922431198537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6639334922431198537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6639334922431198537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6639334922431198537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to Think About'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNsfCscZ4II/AAAAAAAAALs/4Z0WJOvHpE4/s72-c/girl+by+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2801176896477042761</id><published>2010-11-08T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:08:20.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson #1:  Happiness Only Costs 25 Cents :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How awesome was it when you could get everything you wanted in this world for 25 cents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNgJLyS3wVI/AAAAAAAAALg/ONx4TgiofwI/s1600/vintage+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNgJLyS3wVI/AAAAAAAAALg/ONx4TgiofwI/s320/vintage+2.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As children, we appreciated the smallest things in life - a piece of bubble gum, a dandelion, finger painting, and making mud pies.&amp;nbsp; However, as we grow older, sometimes we forget these little aspects of our life that made us so happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Why are children generally happier?&amp;nbsp; The answer is simple:&amp;nbsp; they appreciate and enjoy the finer things in life.&amp;nbsp; They have no one to impress but themselves.&amp;nbsp; Adults, on the other hand, often fake a smile, go to dinner parties with people they don't really like, and buy overpriced junk that satisfies them for a moment at the most, but then the attraction seems to dwindle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Life Lesson #1:&amp;nbsp; Live today as if you were a child.&amp;nbsp; Don't let stress&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;get in the way of having a good time.&amp;nbsp; We don't have time to be embarrassed - we only have time to have fun, and be with those we love.&amp;nbsp; Forget everything else for a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNgNVuOw9fI/AAAAAAAAALo/4vFOU5ZDkOA/s1600/kid+2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNgNVuOw9fI/AAAAAAAAALo/4vFOU5ZDkOA/s320/kid+2.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNgNTpdx0fI/AAAAAAAAALk/QPtF7TC0jm0/s1600/kid+1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNgNTpdx0fI/AAAAAAAAALk/QPtF7TC0jm0/s320/kid+1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2801176896477042761?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2801176896477042761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2801176896477042761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2801176896477042761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2801176896477042761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-lesson-1-happiness-only-costs-25.html' title='Life Lesson #1:  Happiness Only Costs 25 Cents :)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNgJLyS3wVI/AAAAAAAAALg/ONx4TgiofwI/s72-c/vintage+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1459390976026219108</id><published>2010-11-04T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:10:42.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Toast to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNK7-trVAWI/AAAAAAAAALY/8i6mLQm_Vfc/s1600/lonely+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNK7-trVAWI/AAAAAAAAALY/8i6mLQm_Vfc/s1600/lonely+girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;She was so lonely, she wanted to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;until this beautiful boy caught her by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Don't do this darlin', just come with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;I know how you feel; this world is so mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;But girl, I beg you, just give me the night.&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to make things alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "How dare you tell me what I should do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Do I look crazy?&amp;nbsp; I don't even know you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well girl," he started, "I mean no offense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;but you are the one who wants to jump off this cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;She burst into tears and slowly said "Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;But what can you do to make tomorrow a better day?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;He said, "Well at this point darlin', I honestly don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;But how will you ever find out if you make the choice to go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;She took a deep breath in, a deep breath out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;and said "Maybe, just maybe, I can try this out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;He said, "Darlin', I'm not perfect - not even close.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;But I'm always a gentleman, so I'd like to make a toast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;I will love you forever, until the day that I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;As long as you stay, this will never be a lie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;She said, "Alright sir, I'll give you a day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;but I swear if you hurt me, you will send me to my grave."&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and said, "Darlin', funny thing you should say.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Right before I saw you, I was headed on my way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;She let out a quivering breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;laughed a nervous laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;He hugged her for a long time and whispered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;"Darlin', this won't be the last."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNK99_j5TlI/AAAAAAAAALc/6_hWHPav768/s1600/couple+hugging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNK99_j5TlI/AAAAAAAAALc/6_hWHPav768/s1600/couple+hugging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Inspired by the songs:&amp;nbsp; "Self-Conclusion" by The Spill Canvas, and "When You Were Young" by the Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1459390976026219108?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1459390976026219108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1459390976026219108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1459390976026219108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1459390976026219108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/toast-to-love.html' title='A Toast to Love'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TNK7-trVAWI/AAAAAAAAALY/8i6mLQm_Vfc/s72-c/lonely+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4499839999115723207</id><published>2010-10-31T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:03:00.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween, Ghouls &amp; Boos!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Happy Halloween, everyone!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I hope &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;all of you will have a wonderful day&lt;/span&gt; today, full of terrifying, spooky, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;bliss!&amp;nbsp; With that said, I would like to&lt;/span&gt; share with you some pictures of how I &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;enjoyed my Halloween.&amp;nbsp; (True, it was at&lt;/span&gt; a Halloween party a few days before &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Halloween, but it still counts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TM2qH6nRHKI/AAAAAAAAALM/7ttv0zHQ0w4/s1600/Museum+trip+and+Halloween+party+067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TM2qH6nRHKI/AAAAAAAAALM/7ttv0zHQ0w4/s320/Museum+trip+and+Halloween+party+067.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TM2qL2pTkDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/32dPhxsRewE/s1600/Museum+trip+and+Halloween+party+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TM2qL2pTkDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/32dPhxsRewE/s320/Museum+trip+and+Halloween+party+079.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;If you weren't able to guess, I was a Gothic schoolgirl for &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Halloween.&amp;nbsp; These pictures should just go to show you that&lt;/span&gt; alcohol and drugs are &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; necessary for having a good time!&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4499839999115723207?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4499839999115723207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4499839999115723207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4499839999115723207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4499839999115723207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-ghouls-boos.html' title='Happy Halloween, Ghouls &amp; Boos!!!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TM2psMD1CcI/AAAAAAAAALA/yWUX9-YIR90/s72-c/Museum+trip+and+Halloween+party+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4905794286770150489</id><published>2010-10-30T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:58:21.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The College Life is the Life For Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TMzMnY2LYsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DuPTK1pdn4s/s1600/college+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TMzMnY2LYsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DuPTK1pdn4s/s320/college+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;College is so weird sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Maybe part of the reason I feel that way because I went to such a small high school.&amp;nbsp; I was so sheltered at my high school.&amp;nbsp; I went to school every day with the same people.&amp;nbsp; I knew all of their names.&amp;nbsp; I could tell you many of their religious and political beliefs.&amp;nbsp; A good majority of them had the same feelings about...well, pretty much everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TMzM7tt4sCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lRV428T1e3A/s1600/college+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TMzM7tt4sCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lRV428T1e3A/s320/college+2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but you get the gist of my point.&amp;nbsp; College is different.&amp;nbsp; You can go through a whole semester and not know the name of everyone in your class - let alone their religious or political beliefs!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is kind of nice.&amp;nbsp; In high school, everyone worries so much about reputations; in college, there is no need to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course, some would argue that the college life can be lonely at times.&amp;nbsp; That is a very valid point.&amp;nbsp; It can be lonely at times, but it can also be very rewarding.&amp;nbsp; You get to hang out with people who share the same interests as you.&amp;nbsp; If you feel like being alone in the peace and quiet, you can just go chill out in the library for a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; You are whoever you say you are.&amp;nbsp; There are people at college that haven't known you your&amp;nbsp;whole life.&amp;nbsp; It's like a fresh start, a turn of the page, the beginning of something that&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;whatever you make it out to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4905794286770150489?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4905794286770150489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4905794286770150489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4905794286770150489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4905794286770150489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/college-life-is-life-for-me.html' title='The College Life is the Life For Me!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TMzMnY2LYsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DuPTK1pdn4s/s72-c/college+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-7813993656849587299</id><published>2010-10-28T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T07:15:36.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Dear World</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I have not written in so long.&amp;nbsp; I keep meaning to write, but life keeps getting in my way.&amp;nbsp; Between school, rehearsals, and my social life, I just haven't had much time.&amp;nbsp; However, I will try to write very soon.&amp;nbsp; God knows I need to.&amp;nbsp; Please don't give up on me yet!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-7813993656849587299?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7813993656849587299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=7813993656849587299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7813993656849587299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7813993656849587299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-world.html' title='Dear World'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8819667437555774313</id><published>2010-10-19T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:41:58.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Drama Queenitis</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*Note: While reading this blog, press the "play" button on the video at the bottom of this post, and listen to the song it plays, as you read this blog. :) The song is called "Drama Queen" by Family Force 5!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TL4Yqox3_lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hwV0vTh7g6k/s1600/drama+queen+1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TL4Yqox3_lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hwV0vTh7g6k/s320/drama+queen+1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You just graduated from high school. You think all the drama's over, right? WRONG! With all the social networking websites, the drama can, and most likely will, continue! There will always be those drama queens and kings that make you cringe whenever you think of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate to tell you, but college isn't going to be much better unless you make it better! It's all up to you, whether the rest of your life is fun and happy, or drama filled and depressing. There will always be those people who try to drag you down, but they just want your attention. They don't necessarily care whether you give them good or bad attention. These kinds of people are just so self-centered, they want all eyes to be on THEM. Whether you are congratulating them, feeling sorry for them, complimenting them, or dissing them, they are happy. However, sometimes they still appear unhappy, to gain more attention. Maybe this is just my own theory, and far from the truth, but I have a tendency to believe myself! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What should you do about these snarky, ignorant, jerks, you ask? Ignore them! You will tick them off, and at the same time, you will not be wasting your breath on a useless cause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yp7tlrolez4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yp7tlrolez4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Video courtesy of:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yp7tlrolez4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yp7tlrolez4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8819667437555774313?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8819667437555774313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8819667437555774313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8819667437555774313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8819667437555774313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/drama-queenitis.html' title='Drama Queenitis'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TL4Yqox3_lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hwV0vTh7g6k/s72-c/drama+queen+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2712915941882393859</id><published>2010-10-15T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T16:30:11.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Don't Regret; Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TLjGPk5mIlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QWwhb31rjrg/s1600/dream+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TLjGPk5mIlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QWwhb31rjrg/s320/dream+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What was your dream?&amp;nbsp; I'm not talking about the nighttime fantasies you have had while you were soundly asleep.&amp;nbsp; You know, that wonderful plan you had for your life when you were just a little tyke.&amp;nbsp; What was it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have had many dreams throughout my lifetime.&amp;nbsp; I've wanted to be everything from a first grade teacher to an astronaut, a flight attendant to a psychologist, a veterinarian to an actress, a graphic designer to a tap dancing opera singer - though that phase was fairly short lived. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However, dreams are not just about a future occupation.&amp;nbsp; It is about what you most want to accomplish in your lifetime.&amp;nbsp; It is about the little things that make you smile.&amp;nbsp; It is about knowing how much potential your life has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We must not just put our dreams from childhood into the bottom of a messy desk drawer.&amp;nbsp; Too many people do this, and regret it later on. Try to fulfill all of your biggest dreams in life - whether they are big dreams or little dreams. &amp;nbsp;If your dream fails you, at least you will have tried. You will always wonder if you never try. I know we have had this ingrained into our brains since the first day of kindergarten, but it is the truth!&amp;nbsp; You just have to keep on dreaming, and live your dreams. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TLjF3ifQfCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XbeRavAxRnc/s320/dream+1.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2712915941882393859?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2712915941882393859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2712915941882393859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2712915941882393859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2712915941882393859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-regret-dream.html' title='Don&apos;t Regret; Dream.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TLjGPk5mIlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QWwhb31rjrg/s72-c/dream+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3004518965991585375</id><published>2010-10-11T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:27:10.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Coexist:  Stop Judging, Start Loving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TLM05RMNffI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V0ARqcyaKzQ/s1600/coexist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TLM05RMNffI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V0ARqcyaKzQ/s1600/coexist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For some reason, I have been thinking about the word "coexist" lately.&amp;nbsp; I decided to look it up on the online &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Merriam-Webster Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, and this is the two definitions it gave me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1: to exist together or at the same time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2: to live in peace with each other especially as a matter of policy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I, myself, liked the second definition best.&amp;nbsp; I believe strongly in tolerating everyone, whether you agree with their lifestyle or not.&amp;nbsp; It is just common courtesy to be friendly to everyone, and acknowledge that every individuals opinion matters.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I said, I have been thinking about coexisting quite a bit lately - what it means, and what it entails.&amp;nbsp; However, the reason I made the decision to write on this topic, today particularly, is because a fellow blogger informed me in her post that today is National Coming Out Day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;wrote a wonderful blog on tolerating other people, and accepting them.&amp;nbsp; While I do not personally belong to the LGBT community, I have many friends who do.&amp;nbsp; I also have friends of other religions, races, social classes, and backgrounds.&amp;nbsp; I support them all 100 percent - not necassarily because I agree with every single thing they do, but because they are my &lt;em&gt;friend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;They are a &lt;em&gt;human being,&lt;/em&gt; as am I.&amp;nbsp; I want to be treated equally and with respect, so why shouldn't I treat them the way I would like to be treated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Coexisting is such a powerful word to me.&amp;nbsp; People have bumper stickers, clothes, and even tattoos - all dedicated to that one word.&amp;nbsp; I know what it means to me, but what does it mean to you?&amp;nbsp; Do you believe in coexisting?&amp;nbsp; Do you ever find yourself judging someone of another religion, race, sexual orientation, or even someone who is just a little different than you?&amp;nbsp; Well, today I just have one request for all of you:&amp;nbsp; stop judging, and start loving.&amp;nbsp; We all need to learn how to coexist with one another, and the world would be a much better place if we could.&amp;nbsp; Whether you are a Christian or not, there is one Bible passage I believe all of us should try to live by.&amp;nbsp; Romans 12:21 says, "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."&amp;nbsp; So, stop judging, start loving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3004518965991585375?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3004518965991585375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3004518965991585375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3004518965991585375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3004518965991585375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/coexist-stop-judging-start-loving.html' title='Coexist:  Stop Judging, Start Loving.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TLM05RMNffI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V0ARqcyaKzQ/s72-c/coexist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5410206049280951478</id><published>2010-10-08T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:59:53.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>For the Love of Theatre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"There's no people like show people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They smile when they are low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even with a turkey that you know will fold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may be stranded out in the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let's go on with the show"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;-Irving Berlin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK_LryVRhEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ROSK-BAJtds/s1600/DramaMasks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK_LryVRhEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ROSK-BAJtds/s320/DramaMasks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Acting:&amp;nbsp; my anti-drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes, it's the only thing that keeps me going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5410206049280951478?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5410206049280951478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5410206049280951478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5410206049280951478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5410206049280951478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-love-of-theatre.html' title='For the Love of Theatre!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK_LryVRhEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ROSK-BAJtds/s72-c/DramaMasks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8903612777994935116</id><published>2010-10-08T19:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:35:32.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>It's Just One of Those Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK-w1bzB6MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fUxCUmAbwr4/s1600/everything_is_wrong_by_joinka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK-w1bzB6MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fUxCUmAbwr4/s1600/everything_is_wrong_by_joinka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know those days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;when it feels like everything is going wrong, no matter how hard you try?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Today is one of those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8903612777994935116?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8903612777994935116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8903612777994935116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8903612777994935116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8903612777994935116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s Just One of Those Days...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK-w1bzB6MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fUxCUmAbwr4/s72-c/everything_is_wrong_by_joinka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3619057156967563250</id><published>2010-10-07T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:29:30.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Double Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK30qpv6LSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lBwokRwmQ_o/s1600/creeper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="131" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK30qpv6LSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lBwokRwmQ_o/s200/creeper.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Have you ever come across someone in your life that eerily resembles a person from your past?&amp;nbsp; I know this has happened to me on several occasions.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I tend to be paranoid, but that doesn't change the fact that it happens.&amp;nbsp; Most recently, this has happened in my college&amp;nbsp;math class.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I call him Punk Boy, and he looks so much like a person from my past, that my heart almost stops sometimes when I see him.&amp;nbsp; I start to go into defense mode before I realize that the person I see is Punk Boy - not that creepy guy from my past.&amp;nbsp; It is such a weird feeling though.&amp;nbsp; The first day I saw Punk Boy, I knew then that he would haunt me to an extent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Okay, so maybe I'm being a bit dramatic,&amp;nbsp;but isn't that why they call it *creative* writing?!&amp;nbsp; Besides, the main point is still true.&amp;nbsp; People from your past can creep up on you when you least expect it, in the most unexpected ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Have you had similar experiences?&amp;nbsp; How did it make you feel, and what did you end up doing about it, if anything?&amp;nbsp; I want to hear YOUR story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3619057156967563250?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3619057156967563250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3619057156967563250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3619057156967563250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3619057156967563250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/double-take.html' title='Double Take'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TK30qpv6LSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lBwokRwmQ_o/s72-c/creeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4194775790324195036</id><published>2010-10-05T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:34:38.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>The Million Dollar Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.” –Henry Miller&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is it possible to be too passionate about doing what you love?&amp;nbsp; Can you become so engrossed with one hobby, that your desire to do it eventually runs out?&amp;nbsp; It is a question that has been pestering my mind, as of late.&amp;nbsp; It is making me ask myself over and over again, “What do I really want to do with my life?”&amp;nbsp; What is more important to me in the future – having a family, or a successful career?&amp;nbsp; How do I see myself in 20 years?&amp;nbsp; Where will I end up?&amp;nbsp; There are so many questions; it can get to be totally overwhelming at times!&amp;nbsp; I know this happens to many college students, but I sure didn’t think I would be one of them!&amp;nbsp; I have had a plan set in place for awhile now!&amp;nbsp; I thought I knew without a doubt what I wanted, but now I’m not so sure. Lately, I cannot stop reevaluating everything.&amp;nbsp; I only hope that I can make the right decisions.&amp;nbsp; Thank God that everything happens for a reason. I hope that saying is true now, more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4194775790324195036?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4194775790324195036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4194775790324195036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4194775790324195036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4194775790324195036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/million-dollar-question.html' title='The Million Dollar Question.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3882336858736805164</id><published>2010-09-29T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:30:53.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>OUT:  Myspace and Facebook.  IN:  Twitter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Myspace&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Facebook&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twitter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social networking websites go through the weirdest phases.&amp;nbsp; First it was Myspace, then it was Facebook, and just recently, I have discovered Twitter.&amp;nbsp; I still only have 9 followers, but I feel like I am slowly working my way up there in the Twitter world.&amp;nbsp; It's odd, isn't it?&amp;nbsp; You can get so addicted to those websites; it is like suddenly your friends all live inside of a computer.&amp;nbsp; It's a way to connect with people far away.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I think someone should just create a website called:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.twitmyface.com/"&gt;http://www.twitmyface.com/&lt;/a&gt;, which can be used as a universal social networking website.&amp;nbsp; Then, we don't have to have 2 or 3 profiles on different websites!&amp;nbsp; Twitter is obviously not the same as Myspace or Facebook though.&amp;nbsp; It is pretty general...you just post updates as to what you are doing at the moment.&amp;nbsp; Because I'm a writer, I kind of like that idea.&amp;nbsp; It's nice to come up with witty, little statuses a few times a day!&amp;nbsp; I love to be funny and incorporate my sense of humor into it too.&amp;nbsp; With that said, maybe I will share some of my statuses with you soon!&amp;nbsp; Would you like that?&amp;nbsp; Let me know what you would like me to&amp;nbsp;blog about. &amp;nbsp;I would love for you to share your suggestions with me anytime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3882336858736805164?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3882336858736805164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3882336858736805164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3882336858736805164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3882336858736805164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-myspace-and-facebook-in-twitter.html' title='OUT:  Myspace and Facebook.  IN:  Twitter!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2673779585052809912</id><published>2010-09-28T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:32:38.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Overwhelming Sensations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TKKkmv6APfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lMkPDQeDvUc/s1600/water+splas.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TKKkmv6APfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lMkPDQeDvUc/s320/water+splas.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She falls into a deep sleep for a few moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;but then...she wakes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Water splashes her face - it's so cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...it is colder than ice in Alaska,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;but surprisingly feels very refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What is this overwhelming sensation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Smell.&amp;nbsp; See.&amp;nbsp; Hear.&amp;nbsp; Taste.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEEL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming to her at once now - these overwhelming sensations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2673779585052809912?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2673779585052809912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2673779585052809912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2673779585052809912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2673779585052809912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/09/overwhelming-sensations.html' title='Overwhelming Sensations...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TKKkmv6APfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lMkPDQeDvUc/s72-c/water+splas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8495963195378230623</id><published>2010-09-21T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:34:31.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><title type='text'>Where's the Reward?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You know that horrible feeling of trying and trying, but never being quite good enough?&amp;nbsp; It is that feeling of working so hard for something, that the reward is almost tangible.&amp;nbsp; The reward may be tangible, but it is not yet within your reach.&amp;nbsp; You think you can grab it, and you try!&amp;nbsp; Oh!&amp;nbsp; You try so hard to grab it, and to hold on to it &amp;nbsp;with all of your might.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then, like a balloon floating up into the sky, the opportunity you have been waiting on for so long, is gone.&amp;nbsp; You wonder what you did wrong, but it's not about what you did wrong.&amp;nbsp; You may feel that way, but it's not.&amp;nbsp; It is about what all of the other people&amp;nbsp;did right.&amp;nbsp; It is who they knew, or their social status, or maybe, just maybe, even&amp;nbsp;their talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately, not enough things in life are based on talent anymore.&amp;nbsp; Take that as a life lesson, kids, and be ready for it.&amp;nbsp; No matter how hard you try to convince yourself it doesn't happen, it always does.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TJlN-AVfi7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jVrcIccEAhA/s1600/balloons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TJlN-AVfi7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jVrcIccEAhA/s320/balloons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8495963195378230623?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8495963195378230623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8495963195378230623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8495963195378230623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8495963195378230623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/09/wheres-reward.html' title='Where&apos;s the Reward?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TJlN-AVfi7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jVrcIccEAhA/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4753104563822836247</id><published>2010-09-13T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:57:22.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>First, Last, Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TI6yh5FkLZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/654ni-uK_Sc/s1600/edited+me+%26+ryan+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TI6yh5FkLZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/654ni-uK_Sc/s400/edited+me+%26+ryan+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;and I do not plan on&amp;nbsp;stopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First love&lt;/strong&gt; usually isn't &lt;strong&gt;last love&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but I hope in our case&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4753104563822836247?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4753104563822836247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4753104563822836247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4753104563822836247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4753104563822836247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-last-love.html' title='First, Last, Love.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TI6yh5FkLZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/654ni-uK_Sc/s72-c/edited+me+%26+ryan+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1869461126969533429</id><published>2010-09-08T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:13:44.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Oxymoron.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Without the theatre, I would die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My whole life would be a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;...or is it already?&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be people I'm not;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I act evil and mean, or old and distraught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I act whatever I ought, because that is who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;...or am I not?&lt;br /&gt;I am just an oxymoron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='Oxymoron.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6259788328002638548</id><published>2010-09-06T16:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:33:34.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Auditioning!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow evening&amp;nbsp;is my first college audition!&amp;nbsp; Well, actually it's not, but it's my first college audition in which I am an actual full time student.&amp;nbsp; I am thrilled!&amp;nbsp; The play is "The Three Musketeers".&amp;nbsp; It should be very fun - I've already met plenty of great theatre friends who are also going to be auditioning for the fall play.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people hate auditions.&amp;nbsp; I tend to LOVE them!&amp;nbsp; Why you ask?&amp;nbsp; I don't really&amp;nbsp;know what in particular tickles my fancy about them.&amp;nbsp; Why do you dislike them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I like that every time you audition, it's like a fresh start.&amp;nbsp; No matter how many previous performances you have taken part in, you always have a fresh start at auditions.&amp;nbsp; Whether it is your first play, or your thousandth play, everyone auditioning is basically on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think pretty much everyone knows I love theatre and acting, and now you know I love auditioning!&amp;nbsp; =)&amp;nbsp; I am already on a high thinking about tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; So...wish me luck!&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TIViAT_Vj2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/UHnDTqBo6xk/s1600/reading+a+script.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TIViAT_Vj2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/UHnDTqBo6xk/s320/reading+a+script.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6259788328002638548?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6259788328002638548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6259788328002638548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6259788328002638548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6259788328002638548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/09/auditioning.html' title='Auditioning!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TIViAT_Vj2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/UHnDTqBo6xk/s72-c/reading+a+script.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-7130780277093855594</id><published>2010-09-04T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:49:36.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sappy Sammy's Statuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TILM133R6aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XK1PxPeny4c/s1600/social+networking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TILM133R6aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XK1PxPeny4c/s320/social+networking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Social networking:&amp;nbsp; I have written about this topic before.&amp;nbsp; It has become so popular the past couple of years, that it is becoming very hard to ignore. &amp;nbsp;It is so easy to share your feelings. &amp;nbsp;To be even more specific, it is very easy to share your negative feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I realize that all of us complain at some point.&amp;nbsp; We cannot go through a life of only sunshine and rainbows.&amp;nbsp; However, there are certain things that we should learn to keep to ourselves - or at least not share with the entire world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have Myspace, Facebook, Twitter? Now, let me ask you this: How many of you have a Debbie Downer or a Sappy Sammy on your preferred social networking website?&amp;nbsp; You know the drill.&amp;nbsp; He or she is constantly updating his or her "status".&amp;nbsp; It always has to be about how much said person's life sucks. In response to the status, there are a million bajillion comments that go something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww, I'm sorry! :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's wrong? Text me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;:( I LOVE YOU! &amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Which gives said person the attention he or she desires.&amp;nbsp; Does nobody else find this incredibly annoying? Sometimes I think I am the only one who even notices, but maybe not.&amp;nbsp; Maybe there are other people out there that feel the same way I do.&amp;nbsp; How do you feel about the increase in social networking, sharing your thoughts online, and those Debbie Downers or Sappy Sammy's in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Graphic courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-7130780277093855594?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7130780277093855594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=7130780277093855594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7130780277093855594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7130780277093855594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/09/sappy-sammys-statuses.html' title='Sappy Sammy&apos;s Statuses'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TILM133R6aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XK1PxPeny4c/s72-c/social+networking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6430361057287741688</id><published>2010-08-29T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:04:44.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Music for All of Us College Kids!</title><content type='html'>Going to college is a funny thing.&amp;nbsp; It's like America - a melting pot of diversity.&amp;nbsp; With this in mind, I would like to share with you a personal playlist of music that I think is great for anyone who has experienced going to college - whether you have gone off&amp;nbsp;to a university, or are just going to a community college like me.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; So...here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Kids - Relient K &lt;em&gt;(I think this one's pretty self-explanatory...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget to Remember Me - Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break Out!&amp;nbsp; Break Out! - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen - Taylor Swift &lt;em&gt;(I know this is meant for high school freshmen, but it still relates pretty well to college freshmen as well)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly - Superchick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 and Crazy - Bomshel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingerprints - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Party Scene - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fate's Hands - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget and Not Slow Down - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing Well - The Airborne Toxic Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the Rain - Superchick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigcitydreams - Nevershoutnever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter to Me - Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already Gone - Sugarland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Represent - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;The Freshmen - The Verve Pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weightless - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it - my playlist for all of us college kids!&amp;nbsp; I hope you like it, and enjoy the music.&amp;nbsp; I tried to put a little something for everyone on there!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Whether you are excited about your new college life, or dreading it, there is something for you.&amp;nbsp; I hope you can relate to it, and maybe some of the music will even provide you hope for your future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6430361057287741688?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6430361057287741688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6430361057287741688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6430361057287741688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6430361057287741688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-for-all-of-us-college-kids.html' title='Music for All of Us College Kids!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6706996753127204715</id><published>2010-08-22T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:08:35.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Arrogance is Ignorance.</title><content type='html'>Some people are just plain stuck up.&amp;nbsp; It's like they don't even get it.&amp;nbsp; It makes you wonder whether they have a really low or a really high self esteem.&amp;nbsp; Do they think they are so stinkin' awesome that they deserve to have their cake and eat it too?&amp;nbsp; Or are they really the opposite?&amp;nbsp; Are they just so unsure of themselves that they must annoy and insult those around them for a sense of self satisfaction?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all know a person like this.&amp;nbsp; If you don't, chances are &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;may be that person.&amp;nbsp; The question is, what do we do about these parasites who live off of attention?&amp;nbsp; They thrive on controversy centered around themselves, because that allows them to get the desired attention that they want without making it obvious.&amp;nbsp; It looks as if the starter of the controversy is&amp;nbsp;the one who told the stuck up person off, while the stuck up&amp;nbsp;person is just an innocent bystander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the best thing to do is ignore them.&amp;nbsp; It will devastate their ginormous ego, and maybe you will help them realize that conceitedness does nothing for them.&amp;nbsp; Then again, maybe they won't realize this.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they are too caught up in their own little world.&amp;nbsp; However, at least &lt;em&gt;you'll&lt;/em&gt; feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/THFnHLRAfgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Vgxbupdv5xw/s1600/up+arrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/THFnHLRAfgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Vgxbupdv5xw/s320/up+arrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Graphic courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6706996753127204715?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6706996753127204715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6706996753127204715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6706996753127204715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6706996753127204715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/08/arrogance-is-ignorance.html' title='Arrogance is Ignorance.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/THFnHLRAfgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Vgxbupdv5xw/s72-c/up+arrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3170884592543796668</id><published>2010-08-18T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:20:31.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Luckiest of All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Very few people realize the depth of his compassion.&amp;nbsp; He is under appreciated, because he does not let the outside world see the full extent of what an incredible man he is.&amp;nbsp; He never begs for attention.&amp;nbsp; He asks little of anyone.&amp;nbsp; He does not want to be a burden.&amp;nbsp; However, he will carry &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;if you need to be carried, and not look back once.&amp;nbsp; People pass him by on the street without ever knowing what an extraordinary person they have just passed.&amp;nbsp; You are lucky if you know him.&amp;nbsp; You are ignorant if you know him and don't love him.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure if he chose me, or if I chose him.&amp;nbsp; Was it God?&amp;nbsp; Was it fate...or destiny?&amp;nbsp; I may never know while living on this earth.&amp;nbsp; However, I guess that makes me the luckiest of all.&amp;nbsp; The force that brought us together does not necessarily matter as much as the fact that &lt;em&gt;we are together now...and tomorrow doesn't matter yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGtOMSVuRaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EumPUqS57gU/s1600/38963_1352480134210_1297599248_30815736_4243467_n+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGtOMSVuRaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EumPUqS57gU/s320/38963_1352480134210_1297599248_30815736_4243467_n+(2).jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3170884592543796668?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3170884592543796668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3170884592543796668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3170884592543796668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3170884592543796668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/08/luckiest-of-all.html' title='Luckiest of All'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGtOMSVuRaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EumPUqS57gU/s72-c/38963_1352480134210_1297599248_30815736_4243467_n+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6516341339877452416</id><published>2010-08-14T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:35:45.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Summer Broke Up With Me</title><content type='html'>We are nearing the end of summer.&amp;nbsp; For some of us, summer has already ended.&amp;nbsp; So, pack away your bathing suits, stop pushing the snooze button on your alarm, and hurry up&amp;nbsp;if you want to even up&amp;nbsp;that farmer's tan.&amp;nbsp; It's over.&amp;nbsp; It's not you, it's me.&amp;nbsp; You can do better than my popsicle pushin', sun tannin', bonfire bashin', lazy self.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, summer, must you do this to me every year?&amp;nbsp; You tempt me with your&amp;nbsp;easygoing charm every year, and I fall for you&amp;nbsp;yet again.&amp;nbsp; Then autumn comes around, and I must face the facts.&amp;nbsp; I have to get out my coat, hear the crunch of leaves beneath my feet, and wither away gradually until winter.&amp;nbsp; I drink my hot chocolate, build snowmen, and buy presents for those I love until spring has finally sprung.&amp;nbsp; And then I can look forward to you again, oh summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run back to you every time with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGdtdGeDYXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mCSyxXJO31w/s1600/summercategorythumb.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGdtdGeDYXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mCSyxXJO31w/s320/summercategorythumb.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6516341339877452416?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6516341339877452416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6516341339877452416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6516341339877452416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6516341339877452416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-broke-up-with-me.html' title='Summer Broke Up With Me'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGdtdGeDYXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mCSyxXJO31w/s72-c/summercategorythumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-2332985512221061736</id><published>2010-08-13T17:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:19:02.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Trials and Tribulations, Victories and Celebrations!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGXKkQXV-KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dvptaJUV1tc/s1600/38963_1352481374241_1297599248_30815766_828556_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGXKkQXV-KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dvptaJUV1tc/s320/38963_1352481374241_1297599248_30815766_828556_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, well, well.&amp;nbsp; Today has been a monumental day in my life.&amp;nbsp; I FINALLY GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSE!!!!!&amp;nbsp; =D&amp;nbsp; I am 18, so really I should have had it by now, but due to an accident in driver's ed (not my fault), I lost my nerve for awhile.&amp;nbsp; I feel a sense of freedom now, like I am a little bit more independent.&amp;nbsp; Watch the roads...here comes Molly!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another monumental day in my life is August 16th:&amp;nbsp; my first day of&amp;nbsp;college.&amp;nbsp; Weird, isn't it?&amp;nbsp; How time flies!&amp;nbsp; I am sad because I have so many friends left at my high school, but&amp;nbsp;I am also thrilled to meet an array of new people.&amp;nbsp; It will be fun to experience such diversity all in one place!&amp;nbsp; I am&amp;nbsp;happy to be starting this new life.&amp;nbsp; Look forward to hearing about my trials and tribulations, my victories and celebrations!&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGXJyjXBicI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YYiwT9Pu-go/s1600/St.+Louis+2010+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGXJyjXBicI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YYiwT9Pu-go/s320/St.+Louis+2010+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On a different note, August 9th was the second month anniversary of when Ryan and I (my boyfriend) officially started dating.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Love is a wonderful thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-2332985512221061736?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2332985512221061736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=2332985512221061736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2332985512221061736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/2332985512221061736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/08/trials-and-tribulations-victories-and.html' title='Trials and Tribulations, Victories and Celebrations!!!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGXKkQXV-KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dvptaJUV1tc/s72-c/38963_1352481374241_1297599248_30815766_828556_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6372535802606992222</id><published>2010-08-10T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:24:02.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Run With Me!!!</title><content type='html'>I have so much energy I feel like running - well,&amp;nbsp;hypothetically anyway.&amp;nbsp; I can't get enough, but I am getting too much.&amp;nbsp; I am a wildflower that has been picked, but is still free to do what she wants.&amp;nbsp; Feeling owned but still feeling free; it's the best feeling in the world.&amp;nbsp; I am a walking, talking cliche, off to run through a field of wildflowers and butterflies.&amp;nbsp; When did I get so predictable?&amp;nbsp; However, I am more spontaneous than ever before.&amp;nbsp; I am so much more than ever before, and I feel welcome.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGGnEet_bHI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dxn-w4ECKW8/s1600/field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGGnEet_bHI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dxn-w4ECKW8/s320/field.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6372535802606992222?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6372535802606992222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6372535802606992222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6372535802606992222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6372535802606992222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/08/run-with-me.html' title='Run With Me!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TGGnEet_bHI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dxn-w4ECKW8/s72-c/field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-7185595480543060</id><published>2010-08-07T00:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:13:58.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Repeat...Repeat...Repeat...</title><content type='html'>Late at night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Everything seems kind of blurry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TFzpJTQV-EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jKxwOWXx93Y/s1600/meds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TFzpJTQV-EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jKxwOWXx93Y/s320/meds.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like a window covered in muddy rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The medication won't kick in for a couple more hours.&lt;/div&gt;He doubts it will make a difference anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The pain lingers in every pore of his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to bed every night at 7 o'clock, &lt;br /&gt;because that is the only constant that remains in his life.&lt;br /&gt;He goes to sleep at night&amp;nbsp;just to wake up and do the same thing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;They all say he's so calm, and so at peace with himself.&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; If they only knew.&lt;br /&gt;He routinely gets up just because he knows he will go to bed again&amp;nbsp;at precisely 7 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His life is like a sad song, that doesn't have an ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just plays on repeat forever and ever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TFzqPE90ZUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HpmRHLAa-sc/s1600/blurry+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TFzqPE90ZUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HpmRHLAa-sc/s320/blurry+man.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-7185595480543060?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7185595480543060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=7185595480543060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7185595480543060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7185595480543060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/08/repeatrepeatrepeat.html' title='Repeat...Repeat...Repeat...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TFzpJTQV-EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jKxwOWXx93Y/s72-c/meds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5064856698616940668</id><published>2010-07-31T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:16:37.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>If You Ain't in the City</title><content type='html'>Sittin' in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;People lookin' pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh what a pity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;if you ain't in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Bright lights flashin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Cuttin' edge fashion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;You can't even imagine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;if you ain't in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Gettin' on the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;A mother sayin' "Shush!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;What is all that fuss, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;if you ain't in the city?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Celebrities walkin'&amp;nbsp;the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Always movin' feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Nothin' like that beat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;if you ain't in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Nothin' little bitty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;It's all just nitty gritty&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh what a pity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;if you ain't in the city!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TFTh9DpScBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sIl9iGDIyWQ/s1600/city+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TFTh9DpScBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sIl9iGDIyWQ/s320/city+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5064856698616940668?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5064856698616940668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5064856698616940668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5064856698616940668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5064856698616940668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-aint-in-city.html' title='If You Ain&apos;t in the City'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TFTh9DpScBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sIl9iGDIyWQ/s72-c/city+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-7756583865391691217</id><published>2010-07-25T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:35:54.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Crossing That Bridge:  The Time Has Come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEzHJbfvHBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hYZmdbQAgH8/s1600/bridges.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEzHJbfvHBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hYZmdbQAgH8/s320/bridges.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How do you know?&amp;nbsp; Are you just supposed to guess?&amp;nbsp; Do you just wait and see if nature takes its course?&amp;nbsp; Do you jump right into of the middle of the action and just go with what your heart tells you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Making the right decision is not always easy, whether it comes to friendships, relationships, or doing the right thing.&amp;nbsp; Growing up is hard to do.&amp;nbsp; I still don't know what I'm doing, and all of a sudden I'm an adult now?&amp;nbsp; It makes no sense to me, but I guess I will have to figure out as I'm going along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Will my bridge fall down, or will I cross it with strength, grace, and wisdom?&amp;nbsp; I guess it's up to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Graphic courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-7756583865391691217?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7756583865391691217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=7756583865391691217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7756583865391691217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7756583865391691217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/crossing-that-bridge-time-has-come.html' title='Crossing That Bridge:  The Time Has Come.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEzHJbfvHBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hYZmdbQAgH8/s72-c/bridges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5996014750098508957</id><published>2010-07-19T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:57:42.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Slowly But Surely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUZwhfywiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gDzPL4SqzRA/s1600/which+part.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUZwhfywiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gDzPL4SqzRA/s320/which+part.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Not Good Enough.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I'll admit it - I often have an inferiority complex.&amp;nbsp; Even when it's not my fault, I feel guilty.&amp;nbsp; I am my own worse critic.&amp;nbsp; I suppose I also have high expectations of other people sometimes, but it is only because I have high expectations of myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUa9H0uoRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Am3qI6Pl-ao/s1600/texting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUa9H0uoRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Am3qI6Pl-ao/s200/texting.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUalYrKeuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JeYwpLTc1-c/s1600/Volcano+Erupting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUalYrKeuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JeYwpLTc1-c/s200/Volcano+Erupting.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I often keep my negative feelings to myself.&amp;nbsp; With that said, it can mean that&amp;nbsp;every once in awhile I&amp;nbsp;blow up.&amp;nbsp; Now, this doesn't happen very often, but it has happened&amp;nbsp;several times in the past.&amp;nbsp;I am not great at speaking my feelings in person or on the phone, which means I have had several text messaging volcanoes erupt.&amp;nbsp; I know that text messages&amp;nbsp;are not the best way to deal with things, but sometimes it is the only way I can.&amp;nbsp; There&amp;nbsp;have also been the occasional computer arguments.&amp;nbsp; If I couldn't type out what I feel instead of saying it, it&amp;nbsp;more than likely&amp;nbsp;would not be said.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful&amp;nbsp;for the opportunity to&amp;nbsp;express myself through my writing, because sometimes&amp;nbsp;writing is the only way I can vent at all.&amp;nbsp; I know some people would probably think that trait makes me weak - I rely on technology too much.&amp;nbsp; Although I am trying to make some changes, it&amp;nbsp;will take time&amp;nbsp;for me to do that.&amp;nbsp; It will be gradual, but hopefully the internal changes I need to make will&amp;nbsp;come.&amp;nbsp; Slowly but surely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUcNpBt5GI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DgIgKoBDH84/s1600/writing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUcNpBt5GI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DgIgKoBDH84/s320/writing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos/Graphics Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5996014750098508957?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5996014750098508957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5996014750098508957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5996014750098508957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5996014750098508957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/slowly-but-surely.html' title='Slowly But Surely.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TEUZwhfywiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gDzPL4SqzRA/s72-c/which+part.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-9210046979198225146</id><published>2010-07-16T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:59:08.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Write Love on Her Arms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Seven Link Challenge!</title><content type='html'>Today, I have decided to take part in a blogging challenge from &lt;a href="http://www.problogger.net/"&gt;Problogger&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;posted by Darren Rowse.&amp;nbsp; The goal is to post 7 links:&amp;nbsp; your first post, a post you enjoyed writing the most, a post which had a great discussion, a post on someone else's blog that you wish you'd written, your most helpful post, a post with a title that you are proud of, and a post that you wish more people had read.&amp;nbsp; So without further adieu, here are my 7 links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahem-start-of-my-blogging-on-blogspot.html"&gt;*ahem* the start of my blogging on blogspot. haha :)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (My first post...the title is so sophisticated, eh? ha!)&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2009/01/teddy-bear.html"&gt;Teddy Bear.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (A post that I enjoyed writing the most -this is the one that stuck out in my head.)&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/25-things-about-me.html"&gt;25 Things About ME!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (A post that had a great discussion)&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://jhaish.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-wanna-be-good-girl-get-yourself.html"&gt;If You Wanna Be a Good Girl Get Yourself a Bad Boy.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (A post on someone else's blog that I wish I'd written.&amp;nbsp; This post was written by Jessi Haish!)&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/search/label/To%20Write%20Love%20on%20Her%20Arms"&gt;Thank You To Write Love on Her Arms.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (My most helpful post)&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/fruit-loops-r-us.html"&gt;Fruit Loops R Us&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (A post with a title I am proud of.&amp;nbsp; Catchy, dontcha think??!)&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-it-out.html"&gt;Waiting it Out.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (A post I wish more people had read...but don't worry!&amp;nbsp; You still have time!)&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my 7 links.&amp;nbsp; I hope you read and enjoy all of them!&amp;nbsp; Also, feel free to post YOUR 7 links!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-9210046979198225146?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9210046979198225146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=9210046979198225146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/9210046979198225146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/9210046979198225146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/seven-link-challenge.html' title='Seven Link Challenge!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3605508061264252290</id><published>2010-07-13T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:50:53.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Save Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"You cannot save people, you can only love them." -Anaïs Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDzsudMsolI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tnU5rRU9s7I/s1600/heart+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDzsudMsolI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tnU5rRU9s7I/s320/heart+girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I saw the quote above, and it was so ME that I couldn't resist sharing it!&amp;nbsp; You see, I have this problem.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it can be both a strength and a weakness at times.&amp;nbsp; My mother likes to refer to it as my "martyr complex."&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, I overestimate myself and think that I can save people.&amp;nbsp; Well, the truth is a person can only be saved if he or she &lt;em&gt;wants &lt;/em&gt;to be saved.&amp;nbsp; All you can do is offer yourself to a person - it is up to the individual whether or not he or she wants to be saved.&amp;nbsp; Remember this when you feel that you have a heavy burden to carry.&amp;nbsp; Be humble enough to realize that you do not hold the whole world in your hands.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has their own free will.&amp;nbsp; It is up to you, me, and every other&amp;nbsp;human being, to make our own right decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDzr3vGpipI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y5GLMJ-zmMk/s1600/prayer+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDzr3vGpipI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y5GLMJ-zmMk/s320/prayer+girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDzs5Jr5V-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/TMqT-5WvSa0/s1600/heart+hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDzs5Jr5V-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/TMqT-5WvSa0/s320/heart+hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; with some editing applied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3605508061264252290?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3605508061264252290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3605508061264252290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3605508061264252290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3605508061264252290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-yourself.html' title='Save Yourself'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDzsudMsolI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tnU5rRU9s7I/s72-c/heart+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1310370082162058111</id><published>2010-07-10T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:11:49.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogiversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Blogiversary to ME...Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why can I never seem to remember my blogiversary???&amp;nbsp; Well, my blogiversary was July 2, and it is now July 10.&amp;nbsp; Last year, I realized on July 7th that my blogiversary was actually July 2nd.&amp;nbsp; I think there are still reasons to celebrate though - even if it is a little late to celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When I started blogging two years ago, I never could have imagined how many blessings my blog would&amp;nbsp;provide me along the way.&amp;nbsp; I started my blog as a way to share my creative writing with others, and to possibly get some feedback.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I remember not too long ago when I only had 9 followers.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like I would never reach the 10 followers mark.&amp;nbsp; I am, now, very proud to say that I have 24 followers!&amp;nbsp; It pretty much shocks me that so many people care about what I have to say!&amp;nbsp; I am now getting comments frequently, and I read and appreciate each and every one of them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are not only people from different cities reading my blog, but also different countries!&amp;nbsp; This excites me more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These past two years have been so wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I am glad to be starting on my third year.&amp;nbsp; Thank you to everyone who has supported me.&amp;nbsp; I love all of you!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;hope this coming blog-year is even more amazing than the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And who knows?&amp;nbsp; Maybe next year I will remember my blogiversary...on the right day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hopefully I will grow more wise this year, and less forgetful.&amp;nbsp; Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Until then though, hope you all have a wonderful day, and a year full of hope and fate!&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1310370082162058111?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1310370082162058111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1310370082162058111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1310370082162058111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1310370082162058111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-belated-blogiversary-to-meagain.html' title='Happy Belated Blogiversary to ME...Again...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1867157753134225614</id><published>2010-07-06T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T12:28:57.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Importance of Thy Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"What's in a name? That which we call a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;By any other name would smell as sweet." -Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDS4f_6P6nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XayW0mbxlbk/s1600/A-Single-Red-Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDS4f_6P6nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XayW0mbxlbk/s200/A-Single-Red-Rose.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The quote above comes from the infamous play, &lt;u&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If you do not&amp;nbsp;know the story, Juliet&amp;nbsp;is a Capulet, and Romeo is a Montague.&amp;nbsp; Their families do not get along, but Romeo and Juliet (obviously) fall in love.&amp;nbsp; In the particular quote above, Juliet tells Romeo that his name does not matter.&amp;nbsp; He would be the same person no matter what his name was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;While I agree that Romeo would probably be the same guy&amp;nbsp;no matter what his name was,&amp;nbsp;I also beg to differ with Juliet.&amp;nbsp; A name is more than just a word - it is who you are.&amp;nbsp; It is what your mother, father, or guardian&amp;nbsp;chose to name you.&amp;nbsp; It is your title.&amp;nbsp; It is what everyone from your Auntie May to your former&amp;nbsp;babysitter, to Old Will from across the street and&amp;nbsp;your second grade teacher, calls you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You see, a name means more to me than it does to some people.&amp;nbsp; When I was a freshman in high school, I was bullied.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, I was able to switch to a different school my sophomore year.&amp;nbsp; One of the first things I remember commenting on to my mom after I switched schools was that a boy in my class had called me by my name.&amp;nbsp; He simply called me 'Molly.'&amp;nbsp; It was not that everyone at my old school had referred to me as Freak or Stupid (although some words similar to those were used behind my back).&amp;nbsp; It was just that many of them did not value me&amp;nbsp;or talk to me enough to actually call me by my name.&amp;nbsp; Some of them probably didn't even know my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The day I noticed that this boy had called me by my name was a milestone of sorts.&amp;nbsp; It touched me, and it also meant so much to me.&amp;nbsp; It still means a lot to me to this day.&amp;nbsp; It was something so normal, yet so powerful.&amp;nbsp; I understand that it may seem petty to you, but it is something I will never forget.&amp;nbsp; That just goes to show you how one simple act of kindness can change someone's life - or at least their day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thank you, Dorian, for calling me by my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1867157753134225614?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1867157753134225614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1867157753134225614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1867157753134225614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1867157753134225614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/importance-of-thy-name.html' title='The Importance of Thy Name'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDS4f_6P6nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XayW0mbxlbk/s72-c/A-Single-Red-Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6150757684359635639</id><published>2010-07-04T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:20:31.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>N. D. Pendent ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;One of the most beautiful and envied traits of America is its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I hope all of you had a&amp;nbsp;fun and&amp;nbsp;safe&amp;nbsp;Fourth of July!&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(No matter what country you are from!)&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As for me, I celebrated by going to a carnival with my boyfriend, and then just spending some quality time with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;What did you do to celebrate?&amp;nbsp; I'd love to hear from &lt;em&gt;YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;With that said, have a good night, and I'm sure I will be writing soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;May God bless you and be with you always.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDFfWMMEIBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zv1iEcMQbHc/s1600/american-flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDFfWMMEIBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zv1iEcMQbHc/s320/american-flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6150757684359635639?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6150757684359635639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6150757684359635639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6150757684359635639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6150757684359635639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/n-d-pendent.html' title='N. D. Pendent ;)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TDFfWMMEIBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zv1iEcMQbHc/s72-c/american-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1388389190297761253</id><published>2010-07-03T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:37:08.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>My New Motto.</title><content type='html'>I am sorry for my lack of posting as of late. It's almost been a week, and I have honestly just not had that much inspiration. However, I did have just a spark of inspiration&amp;nbsp;late yesterday night.&amp;nbsp; There has been one country song in particular lately that has&amp;nbsp;really tickled my fancy. The song is called "Love Like Crazy" and is by Lee Brice. I want to share the video with you. So here it is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0f5g18EbG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0f5g18EbG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite verses out of the song is the one below in italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just ask him how he did it; he'll say pull up a seat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll only take a minute, to tell you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let your prayin' knees get lazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And love like crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may hate country. Heck, you may despise it! But there is one thing that you have to admit whether you are a country lover or not: we can all relate to that verse up above in one way or another. I think it is a great motto. I loved this song the first time I heard it, and I love it now. I know many people do not like country music, but I, myself, find it very easy to relate to. Maybe it's because I basically spent high school in a corn field. No matter the reason, I am in love with country music. I think we all want love in some way shape or form, and one of country music's general themes is love. I can't say I like all of the truly hicky woman by my side, beer in my hand country music. However, I do enjoy a great deal of country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really hope you liked the video, and please understand that I have just been lacking inspiration - I am not planning on quitting anytime soon. I promise I will write soon, so please forgive me for the past few days of nothingness! Let me know what you think of the video, song, or just anything in general! Hope you all have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Credit to:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt; for the video, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsreg.com/"&gt;http://www.lyricsreg.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; for the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1388389190297761253?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1388389190297761253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1388389190297761253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1388389190297761253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1388389190297761253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-new-motto_03.html' title='My New Motto.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8207887741572357575</id><published>2010-06-28T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:29:16.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>From the Ages of Ice Cream to Business Meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCkdCTlEBOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lYaeUYTY7Lk/s1600/childlike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCkdCTlEBOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lYaeUYTY7Lk/s320/childlike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you think of when you see the picture to the left?&amp;nbsp; For some reason, I think of childhood.&amp;nbsp; I think of all of the joys many of us experienced as children, and how our joys change over time.&amp;nbsp; When we are children something as simple as ice cream can make our day.&amp;nbsp; However, when we enter into adulthood, life can get a little more complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I would like to think that I will eternally be a child at heart.&amp;nbsp; I wish to be forever amused by the smallest things.&amp;nbsp; I know it is harder than it sounds, but it is a great way to look at life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;No, you shouldn't wear mismatched clothes to a business meeting or carry around coloring books in your briefcase.&amp;nbsp; Still, you should be able to have a small bit of that childlike wonder when looking at the world around you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We all just need some time to relax.&amp;nbsp; Take a step back and look at the world from a different perspective every once in awhile.&amp;nbsp; It might surprise you how much you learn by just looking at things from a different point of view.&amp;nbsp; In turn, you will learn more about other people around you, and yourself.&amp;nbsp; As they say:&amp;nbsp; You're only as old as you feel!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCkgPmvddkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fy6y75LVK54/s1600/children-playing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCkgPmvddkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fy6y75LVK54/s320/children-playing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Images courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8207887741572357575?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8207887741572357575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8207887741572357575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8207887741572357575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8207887741572357575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-ages-of-ice-cream-to-business.html' title='From the Ages of Ice Cream to Business Meetings'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCkdCTlEBOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lYaeUYTY7Lk/s72-c/childlike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8251275289651324843</id><published>2010-06-25T23:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:29:18.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Your Not So Average Fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCV0QIukPWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ri2dr4eQknY/s1600/thats+sooo+retro....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCV0QIukPWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ri2dr4eQknY/s320/thats+sooo+retro....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went on a shopping trip today with a few of my best&amp;nbsp;friends, and it really made me start thinking about fashion.&amp;nbsp; When it comes to fashion, I have went through almost every phase you can possibly go through.&amp;nbsp; Both my clothes and hair have changed drastically throughout the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I take pride in being unique and being myself when it comes to clothing.&amp;nbsp; I was even remembered at my high school graduation for my bold clothing choices.&amp;nbsp; I think fashion is a beautiful thing because it allows you to express your individuality.&amp;nbsp; You should not judge people by what they wear, but what &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;wear can definitely complement your personality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCWANnJ5CMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WcxQ9ylz1ic/s1600/fashionista+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCWANnJ5CMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WcxQ9ylz1ic/s320/fashionista+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I am one who LOVES clearance shopping.&amp;nbsp; For my eighth grade graduation, I remember getting my outfit for $1.77 due to discounts and such.&amp;nbsp; I think I was almost as excited on the great buy of my outfit as I was about the actual graduation!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am by no means a brand name buyer.&amp;nbsp; I buy what I like, and I like what I buy.&amp;nbsp; I like the way it looks, and am comfortable with the way it feels.&amp;nbsp; Why else should I spend my money on something that is meant to be worn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can be a T-shirt and jeans kind of girl one day, wear all black attire with make up another day, and wear rainbow bright colors the next day.&amp;nbsp; Maybe the day after that I will just throw something on and not do ANY make up.&amp;nbsp; I guess you could say I dress how I feel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCV_UifI1VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3BDIjaAUoV0/s1600/fashionista+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCV_UifI1VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3BDIjaAUoV0/s320/fashionista+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What can I say?&amp;nbsp; I'm just your not so average fashionista!&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8251275289651324843?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8251275289651324843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8251275289651324843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8251275289651324843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8251275289651324843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/your-not-so-average-fashionista.html' title='Your Not So Average Fashionista'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TCV0QIukPWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ri2dr4eQknY/s72-c/thats+sooo+retro....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1199831501695918233</id><published>2010-06-21T11:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:51:11.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>25 Things About ME!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&amp;nbsp; So I just realized I was tagged by Ms. Jessi Haish, of &lt;a href="http://jhaish.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Musings of a Wannabe Star&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to participate in the "25 Things" game.&amp;nbsp; I do not know how many of you have taken part of it before, but it is an extremely fun game in which you write a list of 25 things about yourself.&amp;nbsp; These things can pretty much consist of anything!&amp;nbsp; Here are the rules:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a post with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...here I go!!!&amp;nbsp; 25 things about myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Theatre is pretty much my life!&amp;nbsp; My dream is to be an actress, and I would love to move to New York someday! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I love the color black.&amp;nbsp; No...I am not goth.&amp;nbsp; I just think it is a nice, expressive color. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I own over ten pairs of Converse.&amp;nbsp; I also own a lot of flip flops.&amp;nbsp; I guess you could say I am a shoe person.&amp;nbsp; :P&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I over analyze almost everything.&amp;nbsp; I have a serious problem with thinking too much, even when I shouldn't.&amp;nbsp; Then other times, when I need to think, (*cough* school) I don't think enough. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I have an insanely hilarious sense of humor.&amp;nbsp; I can make a joke out of almost anything.&amp;nbsp; Some people have told me I should be a comedian.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; I love psychology.&amp;nbsp; It was one of my absolute favorite subjects that I took in high school.&amp;nbsp; I hope to do something with psychology in my life.&amp;nbsp; I am very interested in people, and why they are the way they are. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; You take me to a bookstore, and I can spend hours killing time there.&amp;nbsp; I love to read, and I love to go to bookstores.&amp;nbsp; There is just something special about holding a new book in your hand that you know is yours.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; I love the books "Please Stop Laughing At Me..." and "Please Stop Laughing At Us..." by Jodee Blanco.&amp;nbsp; She is one of my heroes, and you should really check out her two books that&amp;nbsp;I mentioned.&amp;nbsp; The first one, especially, changed my life. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; I really love to write.&amp;nbsp; It helps me sort through the things I am going through.&amp;nbsp; My journal is a great friend, and it doesn't judge me even when everyone else seems to. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; I am really into quotes and lyrics that mean something to me. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of lyrics, I love music.&amp;nbsp; I especially love when music has good lyrics.&amp;nbsp; I have an array of music on my iPod.&amp;nbsp; I have everything from country to alternative, rock to pop, and even the music out of some musicals.&amp;nbsp; I like to think that you can tell a lot about a person based on their music taste, but I have not proven that theory yet. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; I love going to the movies with friends, even if I don't particularly like the movie, because I enjoy eating movie popcorn.&amp;nbsp; I guess I also enjoy just having something to do, because I HATE, HATE, HATE, being bored!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; I am a major advocate for stopping bullying.&amp;nbsp; See #8 above. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; I have bowled on a bowling league since I was in the 4th grade.&amp;nbsp; I probably could be a lot better, but it's fun anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; When I was little, I once wanted a Santa cake for my birthday, even though it's in July.&amp;nbsp; I got it though!&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;16.&amp;nbsp; I frequently have strange dreams, and I often remember my dreams.&amp;nbsp; I hope that means I am really creative! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; I love "The Secret Life of the American Teenager."&amp;nbsp; It is about my favorite show. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; I like to play soccer just for fun, even though I've never played on a team or anything.&amp;nbsp; I might not know all the rules, but I DO know it's fun very fun!&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;19.&amp;nbsp; Although I am funny, I am also very deep.&amp;nbsp; I have some thoughts that are as deep as the sea.&amp;nbsp; I like to think that I have an "old soul."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;20.&amp;nbsp; When I was younger, I was terrified of angels appearing to me in the shower.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I was a strange kid... &lt;br /&gt;I guess not much has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;21.&amp;nbsp; I love pizza.&amp;nbsp; I especially love pepperoni pizza and cheddar cheese pizza.&amp;nbsp; Stuffed crust is just an added bonus! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;22.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I text&amp;nbsp; as much as the average teenager. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;23.&amp;nbsp; I am one of those few people in the world who doesn't mind being in pictures.&amp;nbsp; I've never been one of those, "AHHHH!&amp;nbsp; DON'T TAKE MY PICTURE!!!!!" people. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;24.&amp;nbsp; I think I have a kind of obsession with social networking sites.&amp;nbsp; First, it was myspace.&amp;nbsp; Now, it's facebook.&amp;nbsp; I just can't get away from them! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;25.&amp;nbsp; I really try to be a nice person, and I hate when people don't like me. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So...there you have it folks.&amp;nbsp; I chose to tag: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Alexxander of &lt;a href="http://alexxbrewer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Letters From the Wasteland&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Hannah of &lt;a href="http://hannahmadeline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hello life, glad you're here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Kevin of &lt;a href="http://katteridg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Something Like That&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Himani of &lt;a href="http://thehiddenshadow.blogspot.com/"&gt;The hidden shadow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; David of &lt;a href="http://diamondkt.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Rest Is Still Unwritten&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Lily of &lt;a href="http://unconditionalhonesty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Unconditional Honesty&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Jitsy of &lt;a href="http://jitsyspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mind Starts Speaking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; f8hasit of &lt;a href="http://www.f8hasit.com/"&gt;f8hasit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Call Me Cate of &lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/"&gt;Show My Face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Jenn of &lt;a href="http://jenncrim.blogspot.com/"&gt;PURSUING HAPPINESS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1199831501695918233?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1199831501695918233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1199831501695918233' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1199831501695918233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1199831501695918233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 Things About ME!!!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5840867722554200611</id><published>2010-06-19T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:43:23.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Waiting it Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;"Some things in life are worth waiting for...even if it means waiting &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TB2GziyXD5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/amd3bQaIC9Q/s1600/worth+waiting+for.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TB2GziyXD5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/amd3bQaIC9Q/s320/worth+waiting+for.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;I was sent the above icon in a text&amp;nbsp;once before when I was younger and a lot&amp;nbsp;more naive.&amp;nbsp; I was susceptible to falling for any cliche line of a skilled Casanova.&amp;nbsp; Now, I have set my standards a little higher.&amp;nbsp; I typically know bull when I hear it, and I also recognize sincere compliments.&amp;nbsp; Lately, I have heard much more of the latter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;I used to think I just had bad luck, but now I realize that I am very lucky.&amp;nbsp; I might have had to&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;wait, &lt;/em&gt;but one thing I have learned is that &lt;em&gt;some things &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; worth waiting for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;It may seem like forever, but it's usually not.&amp;nbsp; You just have to wait, and your time will come.&amp;nbsp; I, for one, am happy that I had to wait.&amp;nbsp; It has made me appreciate so much more what I have now.&amp;nbsp; If I had not had to wait, the person who most deserves my appreciation now, would not be as properly appreciated as he is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It may sound like a tongue twister to you, but it makes perfect sense to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TB2NtuqFtLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9k8haqcvJB8/s1600/love-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TB2NtuqFtLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9k8haqcvJB8/s320/love-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever you are waiting for, your time will come.&amp;nbsp; You&amp;nbsp;might have to&amp;nbsp;hold out&amp;nbsp;a little longer than&amp;nbsp;you wanted to, but you must have hope.&amp;nbsp; Whether it involves&amp;nbsp;life, love, or just happiness in general, it will eventually come rolling your way.&amp;nbsp; And when it&amp;nbsp;does...it will&amp;nbsp;probably be better than you ever expected to be.&amp;nbsp; You just have to wait it out.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5840867722554200611?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5840867722554200611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5840867722554200611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5840867722554200611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5840867722554200611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-it-out.html' title='Waiting it Out.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TB2GziyXD5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/amd3bQaIC9Q/s72-c/worth+waiting+for.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-12454249064836771</id><published>2010-06-13T18:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:02:08.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Spark in the Dark</title><content type='html'>Fireworks are one of the simply complex beauties of summer.&amp;nbsp; What could be better than watching fireworks in every shape, size, and&amp;nbsp;color, light up the sky on a gorgeous summer evening? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TBVcvK_ONwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9vB4w2ZyNmc/s1600/fireworks+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TBVcvK_ONwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9vB4w2ZyNmc/s320/fireworks+2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fireworks start out as a mere spark and proceed to illuminate the entire sky surrounding it.&amp;nbsp; Isn't it amazing how something that starts out so small can become so humongous?&amp;nbsp; Even more amazing is the sound following a firework.&amp;nbsp; At first, the spark seems to&amp;nbsp;go out.&amp;nbsp; All you see is a dark, lonely, sky.&amp;nbsp; And then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A sound is heard that would probably make Helen Keller jump, and along with it is a vast array of colors that decorate the night sky!&amp;nbsp; Almost everyone loves it though:&amp;nbsp; the whistling sound of a firework launching up&amp;nbsp;in the air, the illumination of a previously dark sky,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;the smell of smoke long after a firework goes out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Like fireworks, many other things spark in summer too, though we may not always recognize them.&amp;nbsp; Fireworks are hard not to miss when they are blowing up right in front of your face like gigantic volcanoes.&amp;nbsp; However, there are lesser sparks during the summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sparklers, for instance, are a lot less obvious.&amp;nbsp; They don't beg for attention.&amp;nbsp; They don't light up the whole sky.&amp;nbsp; The fact is though, they they can still create a fire.&amp;nbsp; All it takes to start a fire is a tiny spark, which is precisely what a sparkler is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TBVjhcrHhAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BfKE_C0uYRU/s1600/love-61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TBVjhcrHhAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BfKE_C0uYRU/s320/love-61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just because something starts out small does not mean it could not turn out to be something big.&amp;nbsp; You may see a sparkler, but it may be the beginning of a&amp;nbsp;beautiful firework...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-12454249064836771?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/12454249064836771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=12454249064836771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/12454249064836771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/12454249064836771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/spark-in-dark.html' title='A Spark in the Dark'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TBVcvK_ONwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9vB4w2ZyNmc/s72-c/fireworks+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-8890855458176161221</id><published>2010-06-10T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:40:20.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PostSecret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Always in the Way?</title><content type='html'>I found the picture below while surfing the web, and I found it very moving.&amp;nbsp; It is, indeed, a PostSecret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TBGvrjG1ehI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cqKNxgl20xM/s320/thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how many of you have heard of "PostSecret," so I will just explain it to you now in case you do not&amp;nbsp;know about this amazing project.&amp;nbsp; According to &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"&gt;http://www.postsecret.com/&lt;/a&gt;, "PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard."&amp;nbsp; They then publish books with these anonymous secrets in them.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I have two of them, and they are very interesting to read.&amp;nbsp; It personally makes me feel less alone because we all have secrets.&amp;nbsp; We all have &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;about us that we have kept hidden from everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I found the PostSecret pictured above incredibly moving.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;believe it&amp;nbsp;deserves to be recognized and discussed.&amp;nbsp; I think it is a secret almost all of us can relate to whether we will admit it or not.&amp;nbsp; I know I, for one, have felt ugly before.&amp;nbsp; I have felt like I was in the way.&amp;nbsp; I have felt that something would have been better of without me.&amp;nbsp; How about you?&amp;nbsp; Have you ever felt this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-8890855458176161221?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8890855458176161221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=8890855458176161221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8890855458176161221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/8890855458176161221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/always-in-way.html' title='Always in the Way?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TBGvrjG1ehI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cqKNxgl20xM/s72-c/thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5393941315028216994</id><published>2010-06-08T10:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:26:48.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Ahhh...The Envies of Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.....summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a student, like me, you probably breathed a sigh of relief after you finished that final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a parent, you may be dreading the fact that your kids will be home ALL summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a teacher, a sense of freedom may have overcome you as you sat back and realized you won't have to deal with those whiny, nasty, dependent, kids all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think summer evokes different emotions in all of us. It is a time of freedom, but it can also be a time of boredom. I know that I, for one, start to miss my friends a great deal a few weeks into the summer. However, it is also a time envied by all of the other seasons. All of the other seasons just wish they could give off that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;popsicle&lt;/span&gt; licking, sprinkler running, watermelon eating, diving into the pool, overall good feeling of summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480437058175803826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TA5sd8J0obI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oAkADhEXeHs/s320/watermelon.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may start to feel bored, and may only be thinking of those lazy days of sleeping ahead.&lt;br /&gt;But you also can't deny it: summer brings out something wonderful and magical in us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5393941315028216994?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5393941315028216994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5393941315028216994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5393941315028216994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5393941315028216994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/ahhhthe-envies-of-summer.html' title='Ahhh...The Envies of Summer!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TA5sd8J0obI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oAkADhEXeHs/s72-c/watermelon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5257531006532605219</id><published>2010-06-03T13:07:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:26:48.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Nice to Meetcha. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello there, everyone! Well, today is going to be a more personal post than you usually see! I am very happy to have gotten quite a few new followers in the past few days, and I would like to introduce myself to you. :) So...sit back, relax, and let's get to know each other a little bit better, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478611554958160290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TAfwLquhsaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vnPI-MO9bXk/s320/Graduation+012.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;Yup, that girl right up there is me! It is a picture of me right before my graduation, on May 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I graduated high school! It has been an interesting four years, let me tell you. But enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm Molly! :) I am seventeen, going on eighteen. One thing you really need to know: THEATRE IS MY LIFE!!!!! I love acting - it is my passion, and I am totally in love with it! However, I also enjoy writing and psychology. I love to act, read, sing, dance, bowl, listen to music, and tons of other stuff! I love God!!! I spend way too much time on the computer, but hey, that's just me. I am a pretty shy person, honestly. It might take me awhile to warm up, but once I do I can be pretty hilarious, not gonna lie! I am also pretty deep though, which not everyone realizes. I have a serious side. I am very accepting and open-minded, or at least, that's what I like to think of myself. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right now, it is summer (duh). The past few days I have pretty much just been enjoying that fact. I usually don't enjoy being bored, but it has been kind of nice not to have a planned schedule and routine. I am bowling though, on a summer league with a few friends, which is a blast! I have bowled on a league since the fourth grade, but I have only bowled on summer league since last summer. I am hoping to maybe get a job this summer too, so wish me luck! Really, I just wanted to write this blog so I could introduce myself to my new readers, and allow my old readers to know a little bit more about me! :D I hope you all have enjoyed reading it. And I would ALWAYS love to know more about you, so feel free to share. Leave me comments, and express your thoughts on anything and everything! There is one thing I would like to ask you to do before you before you go though...PLEASE VOTE IN THE POLL CURRENTLY ON MY PAGE! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE MORE OF ON MY BLOG! I would really appreciate it! :) If you ever would like me to write about something that you do not see I have blogged about already, PLEASE leave a comment! I would LOVE to hear from you, in any way, shape or form! With that said, I hope you all have a great day, and a wonderful summer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5257531006532605219?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5257531006532605219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5257531006532605219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5257531006532605219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5257531006532605219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/nice-to-meetcha.html' title='Nice to Meetcha. (:'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/TAfwLquhsaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vnPI-MO9bXk/s72-c/Graduation+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-380399436306006471</id><published>2010-05-31T00:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:33:26.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Truth is Such a Contradiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it." -Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love many Oscar Wilde quotes. In my mind, he is pretty much a genius. I refer to the quote above as an example. Don't we all know that one person who isn't happy unless he or she is unhappy? It is a contradiction of course, but I can still see you nodding your head in agreement. Truthfully, however, I think we all are that person every once in awhile. Sometimes, even when we are on the verge of experiencing something completely wonderful, we still feel unsure. We think it simply &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;be too good to be true. I cannot say though that second-guessing yourself is always a bad thing. Second-guessing myself has worked out positively for me on more than one occasion. However, there are also those times when we just have to take a chance, and see where the road takes us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-380399436306006471?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/380399436306006471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=380399436306006471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/380399436306006471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/380399436306006471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/truth-is-such-contradiction.html' title='The Truth is Such a Contradiction.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-4070207059998523842</id><published>2010-05-24T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:14:34.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Just a Ripple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Always competing, but never measuring up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's inside this burning cup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I try, I try, but still I fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When will I finally prevail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why can't I just be happy with what I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and not constantly wish, and hope, and crave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is there something my heart understands;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why must I have never ending demands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know nothing, so what can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am just another ripple in an ocean wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I may look normal, but inside my head spins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I want is to hold hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and to be happy in then end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-4070207059998523842?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4070207059998523842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=4070207059998523842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4070207059998523842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/4070207059998523842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-ripple.html' title='Just a Ripple.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6644589069477370433</id><published>2010-05-18T19:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:21:41.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Fruit Loops R Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_M6_02EZHI/AAAAAAAAADw/7tB3spAj604/s1600/fruit+loops!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472782840376878194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_M6_02EZHI/AAAAAAAAADw/7tB3spAj604/s320/fruit+loops!.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 128px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 170px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you ever seen, heard, or read the saying, "In a world of Cheerios, be a Fruit Loop!"? Well, I did not make it up, and I have no idea who did. I have seen it, though, many times. It really makes me think. The world is full of 'Cheerios.' By that, I mean the world is full of people who want to act like someone else, dress like someone else, and essentially want to &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;like everyone else. I am not saying I have never been guilty of acting like someone else. We all do it to some extent at some point in our lives. However, when you are completely changing who you are, and making yourself miserable, that is just going a little too far in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There is so much diversity in the world. America is known for its diversity. So many people, nowadays, want to stick to their closed-minded beliefs that they grew up with and not figure out who &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;are as an individual. They are the person that everyone else turned them into, or they are who they think others want to see them as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The thing is, the world is not meant to be black and white. There are a countless number of colors that exist in the world! We should not let the 'Cheerios' in our lives pull us down! It is their loss, not ours, if they choose to be a Cheerio. Now, do not take this in the wrong way. I am not telling you that you should change the type of breakfast cereal you eat. That really has nothing to do with it. I am just saying be the burst of color in a world that is becoming so bland! Be the smiling face in a world full of frowns! Most of all: be &lt;strong&gt;*YOURSELF*&lt;/strong&gt; in a world of people who are trying to be anything but!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6644589069477370433?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6644589069477370433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6644589069477370433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6644589069477370433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6644589069477370433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/fruit-loops-r-us.html' title='Fruit Loops R Us'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_M6_02EZHI/AAAAAAAAADw/7tB3spAj604/s72-c/fruit+loops!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-7667932978977302796</id><published>2010-05-14T21:09:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:34:51.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>But Most of All...I Just Believe.</title><content type='html'>What do I believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in God, whether you believe me or not.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I believe in hope and fate. I believe that bad experiences happen for a reason, and that they always have the potential to make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in true love, and that one day I will find it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in theatre &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;theater. :)&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if people should be passionate about what they love, because that is an intriguing quality.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that just because someone has left your life for now, does not necessarily mean that they will be gone forever. It's all up to destiny.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believe that everyone has some good in them, and that everyone has some good to contribute to the world.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God has a sense of humor - just trust me on that.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in respecting your values, but also having the ability to be open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in expression.&lt;br /&gt;Individuality.&lt;br /&gt;Creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all...I just &lt;em&gt;believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-7667932978977302796?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7667932978977302796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=7667932978977302796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7667932978977302796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/7667932978977302796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-most-of-alli-just-believe.html' title='But Most of All...I Just Believe.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-5225850927768780917</id><published>2010-05-01T11:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:33:26.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>All We Need Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is a true friend? This is a fairly cliche question, but does anyone really know the answer to it? Many people would say that a true friend is someone that you could call at 3 A.M. and he or she would come running if necessary. If this is the truth, I think that I have a lot more "true" friends than I realized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But what if the like and admiration is not mutual? What if one person would do something for another person, but that person would not do the same for them? The fact is, you do not necessarily have to &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; someone to do something nice for them. Sometimes all it takes is having a little love in your heart. I can think of a few people off of the top of my head that I don't necessarily &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;, but I love them. I would be willing to help them out if they were really in need of a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also think that just because two people are not what you would call "close" does not mean that they cannot be true friends. A true friend is someone who would be there for you no matter what. A true friend is someone who loves you, without any inhibitions, expectations, or conditions. A true friend does not have to be someone that you are exceptionally close to, or a person that you see every day. Heck, I am almost inclined to believe that a true friend can be a stranger as long as that stranger cares about you. Isn't that what a friend is...someone who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-5225850927768780917?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5225850927768780917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=5225850927768780917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5225850927768780917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/5225850927768780917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-we-need-is.html' title='All We Need Is...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3368714727050463778</id><published>2010-04-22T20:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:26:48.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>So Much to Gain.</title><content type='html'>A very close friend of mine led a Bible study tonight. I felt very overwhelmed by the love of God while he was speaking. In fact, I actually &lt;em&gt;cried. &lt;/em&gt;Yes, that's right. Now, unless you know me very well, you probably don't know this, but I am actually not much of a crier. Sure, I cry every once in awhile, but usually more when I am mad than any other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for some reason tonight I felt moved. My friend was so into what he was saying. You could tell that he felt everything that he said with his whole heart. I know I am not always the best person that I could be. None of us are. If we do not have anyone else to go to though, we always have God. God is the only real constant. Period. No questions asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not believe in God, I respect your opinion, and I will not bash it. I am not the kind of person who thinks I am better than anyone else because I believe in God. Those kinds of Christians are the ones who give the people who &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;believe a bad name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I believe I am of the same equality as everyone else. I am just aware of Jesus Christ's free gift to me. When He died on the cross, he did it for ALL of us. He gave us all a chance, like the free space on a Bingo board. It is our choice whether to take it or leave it. All I ask of you after reading this, is to just please think about what I said. Give God a chance. There is nothing to lose, but there is &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt; to gain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3368714727050463778?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3368714727050463778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3368714727050463778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3368714727050463778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3368714727050463778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-gain.html' title='So Much to Gain.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-1724041967480345647</id><published>2010-04-16T19:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:26:48.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>My Time to Decide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S8j9dW22rYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/arrLfIX975A/s1600/senior+and+i%27m+terrified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460893228980415874" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S8j9dW22rYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/arrLfIX975A/s320/senior+and+i%27m+terrified.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found the image to the left today, and I realized it kind of describes how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking in on the first day of high school. I felt as if I were a firefly finally being released from my secure, little jar of safety. While most of those around me were terrified, I was pretty darn excited! I was in a new town, and there were new people all around me. It may sound cliche, but I thought I could be whoever I wanted to be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days into the beginning of my high school journey, I realized that it was not all it was cracked up to be. I turned from an eager new freshman into someone who wished she was invisible. I remember myself one day trying to count down the approximate days until graduation. Being a freshman (and especially one who sucked at math!) that was out of the question, and obviously did not work. I wished more than anything though that I could be a senior, and just finish that freshman chapter of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through freshman year, and sophomore year was much better due to a change in circumstances. All of my high school years have been much better, in fact. I have had to go through hardships just like everyone else, but I have also gotten used to high school. It is ordinary and familiar. It is the norm for me now, but soon everything will change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will suddenly be released from my second secure, little jar, and have to fly out into an unknown world. I will definitely not fly on my own, but I will have to be more in charge of what I do. I won't have all the second chances I did in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; time to decide:&lt;br /&gt;whether I choose to fall, or to light up the world and &lt;em&gt;fly&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;*Image used above courtesy of: &lt;a href="http://www.tinypic.com/"&gt;http://www.tinypic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-1724041967480345647?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1724041967480345647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=1724041967480345647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1724041967480345647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/1724041967480345647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-time-to-decide.html' title='My Time to Decide.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S8j9dW22rYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/arrLfIX975A/s72-c/senior+and+i%27m+terrified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-6060965748923569812</id><published>2010-04-09T20:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:50:32.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Stuck On Pause.</title><content type='html'>She fights, she fights, and her head knows it's wrong, but her heart knows it's right!&lt;br /&gt;She wants, but what good is wanting when everything seems grey?&lt;br /&gt;She is stuck in a state of limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seems to be moving along smoothly; it is as if someone has suddenly pushed the "fast-forward" button. Everyone got the memo but her; she is still stuck on "pause."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her only constant is you, though you are just a mere dream...&lt;br /&gt;She constantly questions herself.&lt;br /&gt;She tries to analyze and rationalize,&lt;br /&gt;but some things just cannot be analyzed or rationalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things just &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are to her...&lt;br /&gt;Can she ever be to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-6060965748923569812?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6060965748923569812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=6060965748923569812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6060965748923569812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/6060965748923569812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/stuck-on-pause.html' title='Stuck On Pause.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-9006451925574907175</id><published>2010-04-07T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:21:13.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facade'/><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mixed emotions; she does not know how to take them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They are all jumbled up in her head, like a million lightning bugs that have just been set free in the middle of a desert.&lt;br /&gt;It is like the one thing she has wanted for so long is suddenly standing right in her face, screaming. Then she realizes it is all just a facade. She is staring into a two-way mirror, and this thing is standing on the other side, not seeing her at all. It all feels so close, but so far away! She doesn't know whether to knock on the mirror, or just walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-9006451925574907175?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9006451925574907175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=9006451925574907175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/9006451925574907175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/9006451925574907175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943073103900299563.post-3850870950145996446</id><published>2010-03-30T20:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:19:27.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>To Stress or to Progress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S7Kjm1FvwmI/AAAAAAAAACw/0ANIlqeuELs/s1600/find-x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454601986180629090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S7Kjm1FvwmI/AAAAAAAAACw/0ANIlqeuELs/s320/find-x.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 143px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 205px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I saw the image to the left on photobucket today, and it made me start thinking. Of course, I had seen the image before; it is a fairly popular internet image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't speak for all of you, but for me math has always been, and always will be, a very difficult subject for me. Would it not be wonderful if all you had to do to find 'x' was to point to it on your piece of paper? Even more, it would sometimes be great if &lt;em&gt;life &lt;/em&gt;were that easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However, we all know that life is never easy. Sometimes we get so caught up in our own hardships, that we do not even think of the rewards that have come out of our previous hardships. Sure, I am not good at math. There are people who are though. It would be extremely hard to function in today's world without knowing any math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If all anyone had ever done was simply point to 'x' then we would still all be cavemen walking around in animal skins, and cooking raw meat over a fire. Life revolves around difficulty and stress, but that is what makes life, life. Just think: if we didn't have all of that difficulty and stress, then we would never progress either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943073103900299563-3850870950145996446?l=xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3850870950145996446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943073103900299563&amp;postID=3850870950145996446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3850870950145996446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943073103900299563/posts/default/3850870950145996446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoimawriter.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-stress-or-to-progress.html' title='To Stress or to Progress?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14238815508505975230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S_MQDKleSSI/AAAAAAAAADA/CB5LlgvUT2g/S220/04-28-2010+04%3B42%3B00PM.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-sUILApyxg/S7Kjm1FvwmI/AAAAAAAAACw/0ANIlqeuELs/s72-c/find-x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
