<?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-4864803029991728390</id><updated>2012-01-31T15:47:01.642-08:00</updated><category term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><category term='my life thus far'/><category term='idiot'/><category term='list'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='vlog'/><category term='grossness'/><category term='the new iphone you guys'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='paris is dumb'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='life in general'/><category term='update on angie'/><category term='blog'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='trip'/><title type='text'>♥dance like no ones watching♥</title><subtitle type='html'>2 am and i'm still awake wiritng this song, if i get it all out on paper it's not longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to. and i feel like i'm naked in front of a crowd 'cos these words are my diary screaming out loud; and i know that you'll use them however you want to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-8633373656744566381</id><published>2007-10-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:26:14.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.meshuggah.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.meshuggah.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; for my new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-8633373656744566381?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8633373656744566381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=8633373656744566381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8633373656744566381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8633373656744566381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3838653596160908805</id><published>2007-10-02T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:47:14.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life thus far'/><title type='text'>short, but sweet. HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Hey all. Just a small little update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Since I wrote last I am still at Redefined Property Services working my little bootie off. I have received checks from him and they are being honored just fine, but have decided that this is an added stress that I do not need. I love working for the company and I think my boss is a wonderful man, but having even the slightest worry of not being paid is well worth leaving. I was offered a job working for Dolphin Bay Inn Hotel &amp;amp; Residences and gladly accepted. My mom actually works there! LOL. But she is the Assistant to the Director of Housekeeping. Not the department I will be working in. I will actually be doing front desk, taking reservations and concierges. They pay is less than what I get here, but I am guranteed a paycheck &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;I get full benifits after a short period of time. I have to wear a uniform too! LOL. A gray pencil skirt with a blue blouse, black cardigan and a scarf. It's a pretty cool little uniform. I don't mind. I haven't had to wear one since I worked at Marie Calenders back in '03. Well, I had to wear a vest at OSH, but that doesn't really count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I start next Monday. I am so excited!! After I am there for a couple of weeks, I am going to search for a second job. I am going to work as much as I can. I am making it right now, you know, but I need to start saving up money. There is a spa there that offers a %20 discount and hopefully the yoga classes will be only $5 for employees soon. That is another thing I am excited about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I just got back from a very long, but much needed two week vavcation. This is how it went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Saturday the 16th we flew into Denver from San Jose. We got in about 11:30pm, got to the house, had a piece of toast and went to bed. We got up the next morning, ate breakfast, got ready and went to the airport to fly into Salt Lake City. When we arrived in Salt Lake, we hopped on the shuttle to get to the car that Mary had left for us. Got in the car, put the keys in the ignition and... nothing. Apparently she had left the XM radio on in the car for over a week and drained the life outta the battery. So the airport emergency people guy dude man person thing came with his big alternator contraption and blasted life back into the battery. Get back in, try to adjust the seats; nothing. So all along were driving from Salt Lake to Island Park, Idaho with the legs stretched as far as humanly possible because the seat was in the all the way back position. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I feel asleep in the back seat because if I am not driving, then I am terribly bored and I definitely needed the sleep. I slept all the way from Pocatello to Island Park! (Google map it and you'll see how far that is.) Got to Island park, unloaded the car and went to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Monday morning we get up and try to figure out why the hell the seat won't work. Can't. Spend most of the morning doing that then beg to go into Yellowstone for the day. Got into the park, went to Old Faithful, watched some geysers go off, had some lunch, saw some wildlife (see my flickr photos at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/feven"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/feven&lt;/a&gt;) and went back to the trailer. Had some dinner, played war for about two hours and went to bed. Got some very good and much needed sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tuesday woke up to Gary's cell ringing. It was Jim telling us that when the guy at the airport jumped the car he also blew something that involved the functioning of the seat so they had to order a part. Mary and Jim came back and we took a drive to Gardiner, Montana through the park. Stopped off at Mammoth on the way and had to hucklberry icecream (friggin' yummy) and saw some elk (see pics). Drove back, had dinner and wine and went to bed. Another good nights rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Wednesday, hung out at the trailer, took some pics, went for a walk down a trail to a busted up boardwalk (reminded me of a scary movie) that went out to the endge of the Madison river, came back and well shit. I can't really remember what else we did that day. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Crap, I need to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-3838653596160908805?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3838653596160908805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3838653596160908805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3838653596160908805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3838653596160908805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/short-but-sweet-ha.html' title='short, but sweet. HA!'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-6181453346522167637</id><published>2007-08-29T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:36:49.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life thus far'/><title type='text'>a current update of my oh so unfortunate life right now</title><content type='html'>so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it has been a while! thanks for pointing that out mager. props to you! anyway, so far life is SHIT! i left a very secure job that yeah, i was unhappy with, for a job that was better fit for my career as well as the pay being good. and have been there for over a month now, but i am no longer working for the company!!! why? you ask. well, payroll comes around and the came and went and i hadn't received my paycheck yet. (my boss isn't always in the office and had fired the accountant.) so i called him and emailed him and finally i got paid the following monday. okay, fine. he had a good excuse. still should have gotten paid on that friday but whatever. so, next payroll comes around and again, same shit!!! so i told him he needed to come back to the office and pay me. he did. so i didn't come back in. i emailed him telling himt hat it wasn't right for an employee to have to ask for their paycheck and that he shouldn't of hired someone on if he couldn't pay them. he replied by saying that i am great for the company and if there was anything he could do to get me to come back. i told him no, so then he proposed to pay me up front. i agreed, but told him i would only work the hours that he paid up front for and that he would have to pay me that way for a while until i felt comfortable enough going back to regular payroll. until i could build up trust with him again. &lt;br /&gt;i went into the office yesterday to meet him and he wrote me two checks. one for payroll for today and one as an advancement to get me to come back and work. i was very hesitant in taking the checks becaise i wanted to make sure he gave it to me in cash so i wouldn't have to worry about the checks bouncing and what-not, but when i got to the bank to cash them, i was able to. so that put my mind at ease for a bit. (sorry i am writing in all lower caps. for whatever reason i found it necessary to do so.)&lt;br /&gt;i went to san francisco yesterday to pick up a couple of my friends at the airport. then we went downtown and to fishermans wharf to hang out and do some shopping. it was a good trip. we got to the airport about 30 min. before their flight came in and when we went to check their flight information it said that it was delayed until 2:11-their original time was 12:30-so heather and i drove to redwood city to go have lunch. i wanted to go see mager, but for whatever reason i couldn't. nerves got the better of me i suppose. i also wanted to see jessie, but i felt uncomfortable bringing heather along with me because she doesn't know her or mager and i didn't want her to feel bored or whatever. i can't really exlain it.&lt;br /&gt;anway, they finally got in and we got in the car and started to head downtown. i was so proud of myself because i do not take or give directions well and none of us knew where we were going so i just drove until i saw signs that lead us right into downtown. and i found my way to where we needed to go and how to get back to the 101 from fishermans wharf. i was going to bet money that i would have gotten lost, but oh well. i have no sense of direction and unless i have a mapquest page printed out right in front of my face, then i know i am going to get lost at some point. but, i didnt! yay! kudos to me.&lt;br /&gt;we got back at about 10 or so. actually, i didnt get home until 11 because i needed to drop roland off at his house, then take megaroo and heather back home to their house. megaroo gave me some sweet ass wine fron france!! like actual french wine! hell yeah! so i am going to dip into that tonight. and i have more wine that was bought last weekend... no no no. someone at gary's work brought back some wine from a wonery when doing coffee for them so i can get into that tonight as well. or save it for another night. whoa, what a dilemma. which wine should i get into first?? ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;work is extremely hot and tiring right now. i have busted my ass trying to catch up these past 2 weeks that i have been "on vacation" (as everyone thinks i was) and it has been a monster. i had, get this, 400 emails to catch up on! thats an average of about 28 emails a day! crazy stuff huh?? so i need to finish with those and all of the phone messages. 22 of them. which is not bad, but having to weed through all the hangs ups and wrong numbers was annoying. i ended up with only 10 that i actually had to take care of. OMG get this! so i come into the office today and jenni (my receptionist) asked me if i knew about an infestation that was going on by tom's desk and i told her no. i had no idea what she was talking about and i was too busy playing catch up to even consider looking. after i got back from lunch, i had a few minutes of down time and decided to investigate the situation. HOLY FREAKING CRAP!!! there were hundreds of these little winged insects and some w/o wings crawling around on the carpet and up in the window cill and near the baseboards. so i went online and googles small bodied, long winged insects and went through several images until i found one that looked identical. termites. it turns out, these things come out near the end of spring and during summer to mate. yes, thats right... to GET IT ON right in the middle of the office carpet! so... that means that in the next couple of days, they are going to be breeding like mad crazy. TGIF is all i have to say about that. luckily our company specializes in dry rot and pest control so he is going to poison the hell outta these buggers and hopefully rid of the problem before we return to work on tuesday. OMG it is a three day weekend. freak yeah!&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to do this weekend. i need to dig out my dead and dying pansies/marigolds/celosias and make a trench to blend potting soil and sand that way when i plant new ones they might actually live. the dirt i have in my back yard in clay so they didnt like it too much. i either didnt water them enough or too much because of the way the clay retains (and sometimes lack there of) water. i am also going to convince my better, no; other half to get something to put in the corner of the yard that is bare. &lt;br /&gt;my tomato plants in the front are doing very well. we already picked the carrots and, although they look extremely disfunctional, they are full of flavor. the tomato that i picked was very sweet and fully ripe so that was nice. i have another tomato plant growing in the back yard. i took a lot of picks of the garden as it started to grow, but have lazily decided to not put them up on flickr yet. most of it has to do with the fact that my camera broke so i sent it in to get fixed. it took them forever and finally i had to call to see what was up with that and they said they would just send me a new one. the part(s) that they had to replace were on parts backorder and weren't sure when they were going to get them in. i just got my camera back the other day so i promise this weekend i will post them on flickr. &lt;br /&gt;i think in the last post i said i was trying to lose weight. well, task and goal accomplished! i have lost about 15lbs. i did lose more, but was very depressed for a couple weeks and gained about 7 back, but have been busting my ass to try and lose more. i need to get that 7 back off and lose an additional 5 and i will be all gravy!!! actually, i wont be gravy; i'll be skinnier! lol. dork. anyway, hellie and i hope to start a yoga class soon and then get in to take some spinning classes. we'll see. i took a spinning class once and that &lt;em&gt;KICKED MY ASS!!!!&lt;/em&gt; but it did get my booty in shape. until i had bryanna.&lt;br /&gt;awwwww, i miss that little girl! i spoke with her a few hours ago and she was with her dad at the bowling alley bowling a 72! crazy. bumper bowling, of course, but a 72 none-the-less. she is doing very well in school and is excited about first grade. she actually went to homework club &lt;em&gt;on her own!&lt;/em&gt; good girl. i wish she would come back already. i'll se her during xmas, though. thank God for holidays!&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, time to get back to work. i will try and keep my blog more updated. i need to add more 14,000 things to be happy about postings. i have the book still. &lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful three day weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-6181453346522167637?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6181453346522167637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=6181453346522167637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6181453346522167637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6181453346522167637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-update-of-my-oh-so-unfortunate.html' title='a current update of my oh so unfortunate life right now'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-8274070055314726542</id><published>2007-08-13T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:40:04.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>learn chinese in 5 minutes!</title><content type='html'>www.funnyjunk.com&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RsCXStN4ZcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7kVHTdXZR6w/s1600-h/learnchinese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098241125814658498" style="DISPLAY: block; 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emailing is not my job, but its the best way to keep in contact with my boss and thats how he gives me my agenda, which changes all the time. the company has been around for about 20 years, but he just opened an office in slo. my current title is production coordinator. which, in andrew magers words, means coordinator of activity! ha! i have been super busy and the time goes by so quickly. right now, i am bascially just organzing the office and taking all of my boss's calls. calling people, retunring phone calls, faxing, emailing, getting bids, scheduling contractors etc. it is so awesome. and the pay is wonderful too! and will be more wonderful in 60 days when i prove to him that i can kick ass at this job! my office is cool too. i will post pics on flickr sometime next week. i keep forgetting my camera at home. boooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lastly; breezy. she will be leaving auagust 6th to move out to her dad's in GA. i am incredibly messed up about it and have not been so willingly to let her go. i had to make the decision, though, because she deserves to see her father. and he is almost guaranteed to not deploy for another year. i am just so sad to see her go especially since i have made so much progress with her and her behavior after getting her back from him the last time. but i do know that it will work out for me and for her as well. not emotionally, but in every other aspect of life. with this new job and my feeling so incredibly burnt out and confused, i will have more time to reflect on this past year and see what changes i need to drastically make in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angelica and i are trying our hardest to drop some weight. i was living such an unhealthy lifestyle. and in the past month or so, she and i have made some big changes. we are on slim-fast. yes, thats right; slim-fast. it is actually working out well for the both of us. well, correction-we are drinking kirkland brand slim-fast. it is better tasting anyway. i have dropped some punds and i am sure hellie has too-although she thinks she hasnt- and i feel so much better about my body. mager gave me some good tips too. so i have to give a shout out to him! --ahhhhh laptop is going to die!!!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i should get back to organizing and such. i will update more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-4173275986667262359?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4173275986667262359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=4173275986667262359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4173275986667262359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4173275986667262359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-7836512478344428841</id><published>2007-07-10T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:35:05.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'>troops that have the funnies!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was going to post a blog about social networking, but to be quite honest with you I have no energy to get into the depth that I wanted to. So for now enjoy a video of some troops trying to lighten things up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid95.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid95.photobucket.com/albums/l145/pixie0019/Kosovomusicvideo.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-7836512478344428841?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7836512478344428841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=7836512478344428841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7836512478344428841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7836512478344428841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/troops-that-have-funnies.html' title='troops that have the funnies!!!!'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-659199276710835101</id><published>2007-07-09T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T09:21:22.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grossness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>start wiping things down!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RpJgPglc1nI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YvQtPR4bvOk/s1600-h/iphone-comp-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RpJgPglc1nI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YvQtPR4bvOk/s320/iphone-comp-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085232748816029298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;so as i was getting up to flush the toilet yesterday, i had noticed that the toilet flusher thingie was a smudgy. and i thought to myself 'oh my goodness, i wonder when the last time i wiped this thing down?!' (oh, don't sit there all ewwww like; when was the last time you wiped yours down?!?!) then i thought 'i wonder what other things in the house rarely to never get wiped down. so i compiled a list. i was shocked with how many i came up with so i went around the house and cleaned. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;door knobs and the spot that surrounds them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;remote control,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;faucet/faucet handles,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;toilet flusher thingie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;towel racks,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shower head,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;edges of counters/coffee table,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lamp switches,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;door locks,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cupboard hardware&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baseboards,&lt;br /&gt;cell phone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;buttons on your electronics&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;computer keyboard,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;light switches and the wall that surrounds them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dish drainer,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trash can/recycle bin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;backs of kitchen chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i have for now. if you can think of any more, please let me know and i will add it to the list and go home and clean it. we should all take a little bit of time to wipe these things down more often. germies are no friends of ours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro114Alc1fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/398DNAMxixk/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083849159461361138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro114Alc1fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/398DNAMxixk/s320/fourth+of+july+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro11tQlc1eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M2WQGM5PrnU/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083848974777767394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro11tQlc1eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M2WQGM5PrnU/s320/fourth+of+july+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro11cwlc1dI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LFFGtBkdJJg/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083848691309925842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro11cwlc1dI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LFFGtBkdJJg/s320/fourth+of+july+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro11Nglc1cI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8IwIXHyjtOQ/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083848429316920770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro11Nglc1cI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8IwIXHyjtOQ/s320/fourth+of+july+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro11AAlc1bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uKNO2Xsf9Zc/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083848197388686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro11AAlc1bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uKNO2Xsf9Zc/s320/fourth+of+july+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro10sAlc1aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mbsyvAjpFFI/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083847853791303074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro10sAlc1aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mbsyvAjpFFI/s320/fourth+of+july+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro10gwlc1ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Xb2oKYk8Gko/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083847660517774738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro10gwlc1ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Xb2oKYk8Gko/s320/fourth+of+july+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out to be a very good week for me. actually, i don't remember what monday was like-lol- but tuesday was awesome. i got to have lunch with jesse and watch her buy some girlie pants. then later on that night, angelica, bryanna and i met up with jesse, jessica and amanda for as bonfire at avila. go to http://www.flickr.com/photos/feven for those pics. then yesterday-fourth of july,yay!- i met up with jesse and them for a little bit at the beach. gala was having a mad party with free beer and food, but i couldn't stay because i needed to go back to the house for the party they were having. which was a bummer because apparently jesse had something "important" she needed to talk to me about, but obviously couldn't and she had to subject herself to doing it online; which, if you ask me, is so high schoolish and pathetic. but i will not hold it against her. so anyway, i left the beach and hung out with my family and friends and got smashed on some pina coladas. sobered up and around 8:30 or so we walked down to the beach to watch the fireworks. which was a bust because it was too foggy to see the pismo show, but actually ended up to be okay because the people around us made a better show. so it turned out good anyway. bryanna had to go pee very badly so i walked her to a place where she could cop-a-spot behind a tree. she ended up stepping in her pee and was cranky the whole time we were there. i got some pretty decent pics of the fireworks. compared to the auto setting on my camera, the 'scene-fireworks' option doesn't do too bad. omg! i almost forgot to tell you all that i got a new job!!! i start on the 23rd and the position is personal assistant/receptionist!! more money, same hours and much better than here! i am so excited. hopefully angelica will be able to take over my position here. i don't see any reason why not. i mean, she has the same experience as me, she is ready and willing, he doesn't need to find someone to replace me in two weeks and he won't have to go through a temp agency like he did with me; which he has said it cost him more money than it was worth. i had interviewed for that on tuesday. my interview was at 5:30 and we ended up chatting for an hour and 15 minutes!!! he is a local contractor that doesn't do any new development, but remodels homes and turns apartments complexes into condo's. he also flips houses. he's a pretty cool dude. basically i will be taking all of his calls, retrieving bids, filing etc. definitely a good thing for me to be leaving. i hope i am not taking on too much, though. with getting this new job i will not be geeking out so much during the day. i will be too busy and i will miss all my geek programs. :-( i am gaining so much more, though. sooooo monday-wednesday were all good days. then today. jesse and i are talking and she had to start talking-online, none-the-less-about what she wanted to talk to me about. now i am sad, upset,angry, hurt and in a bad mood. i just want to go home and eat a big fat tub of ice cream. but i can't :-( i am going to have lunch with allison tomorrow so that should be good. i saw her yesterday, but i haven't been able to have one-on-one with her in weeks. we have tons to talk about. monday i am meeting jesse for lunch so we can finish our convo in a non-childish way. i have so much to say to her. grrrrr. she wanted to meet tomorrow, but i see it best that i calm down and sleep on all of this new information. that way on monday i will be less hurt, less sad and less pissed off. i hope tomorrow makes up for today. except, i'm putting in my two weeks........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-8837973864098901683?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8837973864098901683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=8837973864098901683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8837973864098901683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8837973864098901683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-week-of-july.html' title='first week of july'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ro13BQlc1mI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xh54dPtHob4/s72-c/fourth+of+july+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-686876360698474861</id><published>2007-06-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:29:48.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><title type='text'>14,000 things to be happy about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoV5sQlc1YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/etJiArUYtzw/s1600-h/still_feeling_blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoV5sQlc1YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/etJiArUYtzw/s320/still_feeling_blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081601555830723970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perseid meteor showers&lt;br /&gt;turning off all the lights except those on the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;playing hooky to do something you don’t ordinarily have time for&lt;br /&gt;uncovering an unexpected patch of wildflowers&lt;br /&gt;practicing speaking French&lt;br /&gt;enlarging a favorite photo&lt;br /&gt;alternating between reading a novel and looking at the hilltop skyline&lt;br /&gt;getting mail&lt;br /&gt;the secret urge to expedite the person ahead of you through a revolving door&lt;br /&gt;rain at night, if you’re safe in bed&lt;br /&gt;the ability of parents to guide their small children around by the tops of their heads&lt;br /&gt;unread textbooks&lt;br /&gt;crazy kids&lt;br /&gt;cold hands&lt;br /&gt;making clarinets squeak&lt;br /&gt;buying T-shirts and short-sleeve shirts on the first day of spring, and then having a blizzard on that night&lt;br /&gt;feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;overdue library books&lt;br /&gt;the gap in the dressing room curtain that can never be completely closed&lt;br /&gt;having an unfortunate knack for approaching a set of double doors and always pushing the locked one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-686876360698474861?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/686876360698474861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoV5sQlc1YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/etJiArUYtzw/s72-c/still_feeling_blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-2188849839834514628</id><published>2007-06-25T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:42:52.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the new iphone you guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>this friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoBWS02xd4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7z-y3Qa_SYI/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080155261099931522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoBWS02xd4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7z-y3Qa_SYI/s320/iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new iphone is coming out. I want it!!!! It has every single tool you could ever want on it. Who wants to buy it for me? Get me the IPHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-2188849839834514628?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2188849839834514628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=2188849839834514628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2188849839834514628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2188849839834514628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-friday.html' title='this friday'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoBWS02xd4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7z-y3Qa_SYI/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-1870215639437563926</id><published>2007-06-20T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:41:13.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life thus far'/><title type='text'>"why i ♥ jesse"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoVx_wlc1XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MvIIdOiGUKc/s1600-h/june+19+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081593094745150834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoVx_wlc1XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MvIIdOiGUKc/s320/june+19+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her smile&lt;br /&gt;her cute nose&lt;br /&gt;her laugh&lt;br /&gt;her smell&lt;br /&gt;tiny;cute hands&lt;br /&gt;her legs&lt;br /&gt;her bitchen hair&lt;br /&gt;her eyes&lt;br /&gt;her soft voice&lt;br /&gt;her soft everything&lt;br /&gt;her sweet kisses&lt;br /&gt;her hard shell&lt;br /&gt;her soft middle&lt;br /&gt;"squishy squish"&lt;br /&gt;shes my babe&lt;br /&gt;shes romantic&lt;br /&gt;shes raw&lt;br /&gt;shes emotional&lt;br /&gt;shes honest&lt;br /&gt;shes outgoing&lt;br /&gt;shes sweet&lt;br /&gt;shes cute&lt;br /&gt;no; gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;alright; sexy&lt;br /&gt;and because she ♥ me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[from the words of tatum i would suppose; i would write more, but there would be nothing left for me to cherish about her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-1870215639437563926?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1870215639437563926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=1870215639437563926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/1870215639437563926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/1870215639437563926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-i-jesse.html' title='&quot;why i &amp;hearts; jesse&quot;'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RoVx_wlc1XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MvIIdOiGUKc/s72-c/june+19+2007+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-2829910346735592110</id><published>2007-06-11T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:04:39.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>before i was a mom</title><content type='html'>Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom. Before I was a Mom I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. Before I was a Mom I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-2829910346735592110?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2829910346735592110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=2829910346735592110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2829910346735592110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2829910346735592110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-i-was-mom-i-never-tripped-over.html' title='before i was a mom'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-2090327913060874481</id><published>2007-05-29T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:25:38.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><title type='text'>14,000 things to be happy about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rlym63e2VyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tvuhWlwtFvk/s1600-h/Delphiniums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rlym63e2VyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tvuhWlwtFvk/s320/Delphiniums.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070110810768299810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a suit made to order&lt;br /&gt;50s music&lt;br /&gt;designing billboards&lt;br /&gt;fish fries&lt;br /&gt;"Out to din-din" signs&lt;br /&gt;putting on the soundtrack of a favorite Broadway show and singing it in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Saturday lunch for leaf-rakers&lt;br /&gt;watch fobs&lt;br /&gt;watching the winning touchdown&lt;br /&gt;waterfront properties in Maine&lt;br /&gt;trammel=adjustable, two-piece pothook&lt;br /&gt;after shower cologne&lt;br /&gt;children's toy ovens&lt;br /&gt;"Its better to ask your way twice than lose your way once"&lt;br /&gt;butter-crumbled eggs&lt;br /&gt;cotton-velor terry wrap robes&lt;br /&gt;eating all your snack-bar items before the movie starts&lt;br /&gt;sauntering&lt;br /&gt;getting carried away&lt;br /&gt;hot sauce chugging&lt;br /&gt;the pounding of a hammer&lt;br /&gt;slumberousness&lt;br /&gt;true, lasting values&lt;br /&gt;spun glass&lt;br /&gt;blue for delphiniums, inky dark lobelia, the sea and the sky&lt;br /&gt;the many positions you take when trying to read an article and there is not enough light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-2090327913060874481?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2090327913060874481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=2090327913060874481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2090327913060874481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2090327913060874481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/14000-things-to-be-happy-about_29.html' title='14,000 things to be happy about'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rlym63e2VyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tvuhWlwtFvk/s72-c/Delphiniums.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-9043134739404342647</id><published>2007-05-25T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:39:30.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RldXjHe2VxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/APTsPRkjH6I/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RldXjHe2VxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/APTsPRkjH6I/s320/shop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068616166444259090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wide world of dating, there are many options. Do you go for the flashy guy with the smooth smile, or the dude in the corner typing away on his laptop? The following are reasons why I think my fellow females should pay more attention to the quiet geeks and nerds, and less attention to the flashy boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) While geeks and nerds may be awkward, they’re well-meaning 9 out of 10 times. That smooth dude with the sly grin and the spider hands? Wonder what HIS intentions are... plus, I’ve never had a geek guy not call me when he said he would. Score major points THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) They’re useful. In this tech-savvy world, it’s great to have a b/f who can make your laptop, desktop, and just about anything else that plugs into a wall behave itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) They’re more romantic than they’re given credit for. Ok true, their idea of romance might be to make up a spiffy web-page with all the reasons why they love you, with links to pics of you and sonnets and such... but hey. It lasts longer than flowers, plus you can show your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Due to their neglected status, there are plenty to choose from. You like ‘em tall and slender? There are plenty of geeks/nerds who are. You like ‘em smaller with more meat on their bones? Got that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) They’ve got brains. Come on now, how can intelligence be a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Most are quite good at remembering dates. Like birthdates and such, especially if they know it’ll make you happy. Due again to their neglected status, they’re more attentive than guys who “have more options”. Plus, with all that down time without a steady girlfriend, they’ll likely have mental lists of all the things they’d love to do once they GOT a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Sex. Yep. Sex. I’m not really familiar with this myself, but I’ve friends who’ve been intimate with geek guys and it’s raves all around. They say a virgin wrote the Kama Sutra... all that time thinking about sex, imagining sex, dreaming about sex, (they are male after all) coupled with a desire to make you happy? Use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) They’re relatively low-maintenance. Most can be fueled on pizza, Twinkies and Mt Dew. No complicated dinners needed here, so if you’re not the best cook, eh. Can you order a pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Most frequent bars as often as slugs frequent salt mines. You won’t have to worry much about your geek guy getting his “groove” on with club hotties because, frankly, he’ll be too busy rooting around under his computer wondering where that spare cable went. You won’t have to worry about him flirting with other women because, 9 out of 10 times, he’ll zip right by them in a perfect b-line towards the nearest electronics store. I’ve seen this happen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Eww. Victoria Secret’s Models... They’re so skinny. How is that feminine? You can see her ribs!”&lt;br /&gt;Geek Guy: “ooooooo...”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Hey!” *notices he is staring lustfully towards the computer store*&lt;br /&gt;Geek Guy: “What?”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Never mind...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Although he may not want to go to every outing with you, you can arrange swaps, as in, you’ll go to his Gamer Con dressed as an elf princess if he’ll take you to the ballet. Plus, if he doesn’t want to go someplace with you, you won’t have to worry much about what he’s up to. You’ll probably come home to find him asleep on his keyboard in a sea of Mt. Dew cans with code blinking from the screen. It’s ok. He’s used to this. Just toss a blanket over him and turn out the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) His friends aren’t jerks. I can’t stress this enough. You’ll more likely get “Omg! A GIRL!! Can I see?!” than “Hey hot stuff back that ass up here and let me get some grub on...” They’re awkward geeks too and will, 9 times out of 10, treat you with the utmost respect and, more than likely, a note of awe. A cute girl picked one of their clan to date? It could happen to them! Hope! Drag some of your single girlfriends over, open up a pack of Mt. Dew, crack open the DnD set and get working. Nothing impresses geek guys more than a girl who can hack-n-slash (well ok maybe if she can code... a geek can dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) They’re rarely if ever possessive. They trust you, so you can be yourself around them. You like to walk around the house in a ratty t-shirt for comfort? He won’t care. He does too! They won’t get pissy if you don’t wear make-up or don’t want to bother primping your hair. If you gain a few pounds, they won’t try their best to make you feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) They’re usually very well educated. Physics majors and the like. See #5. You won’t have to listen to him blathering on about his car (ok maybe a little), he’ll have loads of other interesting things to talk about. Politics, world events, how much the chicken burgers down at the local place rock, so long as you douse them in hot sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) You’ll almost never have to hear, “Yaw dawg whazzap!!” plop out of their mouths. Unless it’s in jest. They spell properly, use correct punctuation, and are able to tell the difference between the toilet and the floor. They almost never get “wasted”, so you won’t have to worry about coming home to find him and his friends passed out on the floor amidst a pile of beer bottles. Mt. Dew cans, perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) And the final reason why geeks and nerds make great boyfriends: They actually give a damn about you. Not how you look (though that’s a plus), not how skinny you are, not how much make-up you primp yourself up with, but they like you for you. That kind of thing lasts longer than “DaMN baby you got a fine ass!!!” Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craigslist posting ID: 66795671&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-9043134739404342647?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9043134739404342647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=9043134739404342647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/9043134739404342647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/9043134739404342647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-geeks-and-nerds-are-worth-it.html' title='Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It...'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RldXjHe2VxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/APTsPRkjH6I/s72-c/shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-7716961312528631554</id><published>2007-05-25T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:30:38.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>i ♥ the internet and blogging and geeky things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RldUcXe2VvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/a9sk_PZl_tk/s1600-h/bored_with_the_internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RldUcXe2VvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/a9sk_PZl_tk/s320/bored_with_the_internet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068612751945258738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a geeky girl. i love geeky things. go to http://xkcd.com/. they have some pretty cool geeky things. like this comic. i thought some of my blogger buddies would appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-7716961312528631554?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7716961312528631554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=7716961312528631554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7716961312528631554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7716961312528631554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-internet-and-blogging-and-geeky.html' title='i &amp;hearts; the internet and blogging and geeky things'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RldUcXe2VvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/a9sk_PZl_tk/s72-c/bored_with_the_internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-2883535716064900860</id><published>2007-05-23T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:12:26.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>lyrics for today</title><content type='html'>John Mayer: Gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity is working against me&lt;br /&gt;And gravity wants to bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll never know what makes this man&lt;br /&gt;With all the love that his heart can stand&lt;br /&gt;Dream of ways to throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gravity is working against me&lt;br /&gt;And gravity wants to bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh twice as much aint twice as good&lt;br /&gt;And can't sustain like a one half could&lt;br /&gt;It's wanting more&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna send me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh twice as much aint twice as good&lt;br /&gt;And can't sustain like a one half could&lt;br /&gt;It's wanting more&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna send me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me&lt;br /&gt;And gravity has taken better men than me (Now how can that be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me where the light is&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me where the light is&lt;br /&gt;Keep you all where the light is&lt;br /&gt;Just keep us where the light is&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. where the light is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-2883535716064900860?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2883535716064900860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=2883535716064900860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2883535716064900860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2883535716064900860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/lyrics-for-today_23.html' title='lyrics for today'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3987281313272186101</id><published>2007-05-23T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:33:20.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random acts of kindness</title><content type='html'>I was watching a show last night and during the commercial break I had seen a commercial for hospitality. Have any of you ever needed a bit of public help and was saved by a stranger who didn't think of just themselves? Did you ever witness someone who helped out another being in need or maybe YOU were the one to help? Well, you can go to www.behospitable.com and enter in your story there. They will publish it online where everyone can read it and you can read some other's stories too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-3987281313272186101?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3987281313272186101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3987281313272186101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3987281313272186101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3987281313272186101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='random acts of kindness'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-7061997597466679482</id><published>2007-05-21T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:52:32.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>lyrics for today</title><content type='html'>"Breathe (2 AM)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,&lt;br /&gt;"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,&lt;br /&gt;I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like they have any right at all to criticize,&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button, girl.&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And breathe... just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss&lt;br /&gt;"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,&lt;br /&gt;"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."&lt;br /&gt;Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,&lt;br /&gt;But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button, boys,&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;And breathe... just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;br /&gt;And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;br /&gt;If you only try turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song&lt;br /&gt;If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Threatening the life it belongs to&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll use them, however you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button now&lt;br /&gt;Sing it if you understand.&lt;br /&gt;and breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;woah breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-7061997597466679482?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7061997597466679482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=7061997597466679482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7061997597466679482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7061997597466679482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/lyrics-for-today_21.html' title='lyrics for today'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-2903520878760527520</id><published>2007-05-19T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:04:30.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'>meet the landlord!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="myFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="380" wmode="transparent" data="http://www.funnyordie.com/v1/flvideo/fodplayer.swf?channel=&amp;rating=5&amp;ratedby=847&amp;canrate=&amp;VID=74&amp;file=http://funnyordie.vo.llnwd.net/o16/74.flv&amp;autoStart=false"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.funnyordie.com/v1/flvideo/fodplayer.swf?channel=&amp;rating=5&amp;ratedby=847&amp;canrate=&amp;VID=74&amp;file=http://funnyordie.vo.llnwd.net/o16/74.flv&amp;autoStart=false" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="swliveconnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.funnyordie.com/v1/flvideo/fodplayer.swf" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="noScale" salign="TL" bgcolor="#000000" 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type='text'>14,000 things to be happy about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rk4k4He2VuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bUCkTv-L4n8/s1600-h/atticjunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rk4k4He2VuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bUCkTv-L4n8/s320/atticjunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066027177338099426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;personality profiles&lt;br /&gt;Marshall Field's store, Chicago&lt;br /&gt;strawberry-peach pie&lt;br /&gt;throwing the bouquet&lt;br /&gt;a wire basket filled with leafy green ferns and eggs&lt;br /&gt;working on a project&lt;br /&gt;across-the-breast watch chains&lt;br /&gt;Bart Starr, football player&lt;br /&gt;attic junk&lt;br /&gt;chrome-baned tables&lt;br /&gt;curling up on a chaise lounge with a word search and a cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;November chills&lt;br /&gt;"in the red"&lt;br /&gt;horse-show ribbons on the wall&lt;br /&gt;insulated food totes&lt;br /&gt;moss-laden terra-cotta pots of geraniums&lt;br /&gt;watching children play&lt;br /&gt;mushrooms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stuffed with spinach, capers and cheese&lt;br /&gt;pasta with prosciutto and peas&lt;br /&gt;test tubes&lt;br /&gt;washing the car mats&lt;br /&gt;a shrug of the shoulder when things don't get done&lt;br /&gt;hot peppers threaded along a string in a kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4864803029991728390-4693114366411128460?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4693114366411128460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=4693114366411128460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4693114366411128460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4693114366411128460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/14000-things-to-be-happy-about_18.html' title='14,000 things to be happy about'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rk4k4He2VuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bUCkTv-L4n8/s72-c/atticjunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3491740581112161239</id><published>2007-05-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:19:27.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'>sign away everything you own!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Fark goes to Georgia Tech and plays a little prank on the students there. They ask them to sign a release form and many do with out even reading over it! Check this out is pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.superdeluxe.com/static/swf/share_vidplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=D81F2344BF5AC7BB34183749A19E39D4594DDAD1623CF52D"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.superdeluxe.com/static/swf/share_vidplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=D81F2344BF5AC7BB34183749A19E39D4594DDAD1623CF52D" allowfullscreen="true" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Props to Kevin Burton for this one. Thanks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-3491740581112161239?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3491740581112161239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3491740581112161239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3491740581112161239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3491740581112161239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/sign-away-everything-you-own.html' title='sign away everything you own!'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-4517876386784154367</id><published>2007-05-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:19:47.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'>facebook has a music video!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSnXE2791yg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSnXE2791yg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhettandlink.com/"&gt;rhettandlink&lt;/a&gt; check 'em out... they're hilarious. thanks justine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also go &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to sign up for facebook. its free and its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-4517876386784154367?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4517876386784154367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=4517876386784154367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4517876386784154367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4517876386784154367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/facebook-has-music-video.html' title='facebook has a music video!!'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-6462028820673059449</id><published>2007-05-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:49:42.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>lyrics for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mae: Mistakes We Knew We Were Making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made plans to be unbreakable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; love was all we knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; No insurance for the unthinkable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; blindly get us through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; We've been searching for a lifetime-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; short as it may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Riding on the fumes that spark us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; while igniting dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Don't think about chances we're taking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; do da da da da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; do da da da da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Driving in the rain to the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; quiet aches intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; What at once just seemed the impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; now makes perfect sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; We held hands to face the uncomfortable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; cold and lonely room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Magazines and empty distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; barely got us through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Don't think about chances we're taking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; do da da da da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; do da da da da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; And when we try to think of the life inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; we found ourselves looking at the world through new eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (music playing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; What can now be said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; oh, little one on the other side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Dance until the band stops playing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; sing with all your might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Don't think about chances we're taking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Don't think about rules we were breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Mistakes we knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; The list goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; The list goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; The list goes on and on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-6462028820673059449?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6462028820673059449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=6462028820673059449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6462028820673059449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6462028820673059449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/lyrics-for-today.html' title='lyrics for today'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-7674426863075025659</id><published>2007-05-08T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:56:16.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><title type='text'>14,000 things to be happy about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RkEM4wPI2QI/AAAAAAAAADk/jQwi6Y-HE2I/s1600-h/sket_katsup_dunny_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RkEM4wPI2QI/AAAAAAAAADk/jQwi6Y-HE2I/s320/sket_katsup_dunny_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062341625301752066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;stopping being a perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;wall storage systems&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island: Newport, mansions, breakers, yachts, Block Island&lt;br /&gt;tropical fruits&lt;br /&gt;two-handed backhands&lt;br /&gt;heinz tomato ketchup&lt;br /&gt;an old Welsh dresser&lt;br /&gt;broiled fish topped with slices of lemon and cut-up parsley with browned butter around it&lt;br /&gt;cloudy days and sunny thoughts&lt;br /&gt;a portable aluminum camp grill&lt;br /&gt;crocheted bedspreads&lt;br /&gt;floating poinsettias&lt;br /&gt;working better in dull weather&lt;br /&gt;food gifts&lt;br /&gt;frosted glass ceilings and pink-capped chandeliers&lt;br /&gt;ghost stories and marshmallows by the fire&lt;br /&gt;paper logs&lt;br /&gt;apple beer&lt;br /&gt;apple squares with cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;Copenhagen&lt;br /&gt;happy feelings emanating from the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;parallel and crisscross styles of lacing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4864803029991728390-7674426863075025659?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7674426863075025659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=7674426863075025659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7674426863075025659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7674426863075025659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/14000-things-to-be-happy-about_08.html' title='14,000 things to be happy about'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RkEM4wPI2QI/AAAAAAAAADk/jQwi6Y-HE2I/s72-c/sket_katsup_dunny_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3749712865861015704</id><published>2007-05-08T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:01:47.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>iilwy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i was invited to check out a site called iminlikewithyou.com. (thanks a friggin million mager! you rock!) don't really feel like explaining too much of it. its by invite only and once you have the invite, you create a profile, make a game, a get contacts by choosing the highest bidder on your game or being chosen from a game you bid on. if you want an invite, ask me. i'll give you one if you're worthy enough! hahahaha. i gotta give props to 'just because i can' for choosing me to be one of his contacts. i appreciate it man! anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you all have a super day and kudos to me for finally getting my mac! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&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/4864803029991728390-3749712865861015704?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3749712865861015704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3749712865861015704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3749712865861015704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3749712865861015704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/iilwy.html' title='iilwy'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-4316166733786334342</id><published>2007-05-04T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:40:14.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><title type='text'>14,000 things to be happy about.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RkD8RgPI2PI/AAAAAAAAADc/HLTr_GgonKY/s1600-h/MontegoBay_large-778352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RkD8RgPI2PI/AAAAAAAAADc/HLTr_GgonKY/s320/MontegoBay_large-778352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062323358805842162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hollow-stemmed Pilsner glasses&lt;br /&gt;building a model car&lt;br /&gt;dainty fruit dishes&lt;br /&gt;doing your own thing&lt;br /&gt;flickering gaslights&lt;br /&gt;a 10-gallon jug of fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;lakeside roads with farm stands offering apples, pumpkins, pears and other fruit and vegetables&lt;br /&gt;making friends with the police&lt;br /&gt;passing notes&lt;br /&gt;"skit night" at camp=oh the memories of wawona&lt;br /&gt;jellyrolls&lt;br /&gt;flipping the record-selection flaps on the jukebox until told to stop&lt;br /&gt;nylon tennis panties&lt;br /&gt;splendid "dunkers" with coffee&lt;br /&gt;allowances&lt;br /&gt;halcyon= calm, peaceful, happy, golden, prosperous, affluent&lt;br /&gt;rosemary= remembrance&lt;br /&gt;fried rice&lt;br /&gt;competence&lt;br /&gt;hymn-sings&lt;br /&gt;dim, low hanging factory lamps&lt;br /&gt;a candle lit room&lt;br /&gt;hemming your clothes&lt;br /&gt;smooth, muscular arms&lt;br /&gt;snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;homemade cider jelly&lt;br /&gt;long hands&lt;br /&gt;miniature artichokes&lt;br /&gt;pink butcher's paper&lt;br /&gt;Montego Bay, Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;10 cent ferry rides&lt;br /&gt;window spray de-icer&lt;br /&gt;winter as a master miniaturist&lt;br /&gt;candy-stripe shirts, unironed&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon coffeecake&lt;br /&gt;snow outlining the elements of trees' architecture&lt;br /&gt;dinner with laughter&lt;br /&gt;funny toes&lt;br /&gt;knowing there will be many surprises in the future&lt;br /&gt;stuffing a phone booth with people&lt;br /&gt;rooms with polished pine floorboards and door jambs that tilt and slant and extra touches like silk flowers and current issues of antique and wildlife  magazines&lt;br /&gt;snow white carpeting&lt;br /&gt;sports-art galleries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-4316166733786334342?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4316166733786334342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=4316166733786334342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4316166733786334342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4316166733786334342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/14000-things-to-be-happy-about_04.html' title='14,000 things to be happy about.....'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RkD8RgPI2PI/AAAAAAAAADc/HLTr_GgonKY/s72-c/MontegoBay_large-778352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-7664702300490816583</id><published>2007-05-02T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:47:29.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><title type='text'>some more things to be happy about....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RktRu3e2VtI/AAAAAAAAADs/2ioUaM18i7E/s1600-h/s246-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RktRu3e2VtI/AAAAAAAAADs/2ioUaM18i7E/s320/s246-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065232071517427410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;French playing cards&lt;br /&gt;french toast, butter, powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;open-weave&lt;br /&gt;the cinema&lt;br /&gt;leaves to sniff: pennyroyal, dill, bergamot, sage, geranium&lt;br /&gt;fruits to smell: early apples, fresh strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Italian cheese toast&lt;br /&gt;peach/banana/cream, yellow/pink/gray, sand color combinations&lt;br /&gt;yankee ingenuity&lt;br /&gt;ties the width of lobster bibs&lt;br /&gt;uneven parallel bars&lt;br /&gt;viewing every day surroundings with a tourists eye&lt;br /&gt;the delicious smell of cooking food and the hustle and bustle of the preparation&lt;br /&gt;the ketchup that collects at the lip of the bottle&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back Kotter&lt;br /&gt;an eat-in-the-rough restaurant&lt;br /&gt;cherry tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;driving under an overpass during a storm&lt;br /&gt;chew face or smash mouth=kiss&lt;br /&gt;fresh ginger muffins&lt;br /&gt;coffee steeped with cinnamon sticks and cloves then iced&lt;br /&gt;regional offerings on the menu&lt;br /&gt;bags of magic tricks&lt;br /&gt;eight hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;lying on your back in a snowy field and making and snow angel&lt;br /&gt;paintboxes&lt;br /&gt;building a bed frame&lt;br /&gt;spinach and sour cream omelets&lt;br /&gt;an idyllic quiet broken only by the ripple of the stirring water, the splash of fish rising to flying insects, and the crackle of a driftwood fire&lt;br /&gt;stickpins&lt;br /&gt;thin slices of radish, pepper, sweet butter on sliced french baguette&lt;br /&gt;white cupcakes with multicolor sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;stilt-legged wharves&lt;br /&gt;writing a screenplay&lt;br /&gt;aging and stew or soup&lt;br /&gt;animals and toys for a nursery&lt;br /&gt;the Florida Keys&lt;br /&gt;Amish buggies&lt;br /&gt;briefcases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4864803029991728390-7664702300490816583?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7664702300490816583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=7664702300490816583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7664702300490816583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7664702300490816583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-more-things-to-me-happy-about.html' title='some more things to be happy about....'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RktRu3e2VtI/AAAAAAAAADs/2ioUaM18i7E/s72-c/s246-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-4077368544595037788</id><published>2007-05-02T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:01:46.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I love my make-up! Lets make a change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RjjRdwPI2NI/AAAAAAAAADM/MnrXWFpdKRk/s1600-h/makeup+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RjjRdwPI2NI/AAAAAAAAADM/MnrXWFpdKRk/s320/makeup+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060024490445560018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RjjRoAPI2OI/AAAAAAAAADU/OHF47-jw1eY/s1600-h/makeup+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RjjRoAPI2OI/AAAAAAAAADU/OHF47-jw1eY/s320/makeup+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060024666539219170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For whatever reason this morning, while I was putting on my make-up, I realized: I really love it! I have spent time and money into building my (small) collection over the past few months. I have spent about 40.00 on the bag itself. Then the contents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror from Sephora: Free (came with a gift card a so thoughtful and loving friend got for me)&lt;br /&gt;Bronzer Brush from Sephora: 25.00&lt;br /&gt;Full Cover by Paris from Sephora: 30.00&lt;br /&gt;Cover up by Physicians Formula: 10.00&lt;br /&gt;Sugar and Spice blush by Loreal: 8.00&lt;br /&gt;Mascara by Fresh from Sephora:  25.00&lt;br /&gt;Bare Bronze/Victoria's Secret: 18.00&lt;br /&gt;Berry Lip Fusion from Sephora: 38.00&lt;br /&gt;Clinique eye liner from Sephora: 15.00&lt;br /&gt;Brow Brush/Comb: 2.00&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Joliet nail polish by O.P.I.: 8.00&lt;br /&gt;Rose Quartz eye shadow by Lancome: Free (my auntie's friend works for them so I get free samples a lot)&lt;br /&gt;Emory boards, nail clippers, cuticle clippers and hair ties: ?????&lt;br /&gt;Total (including bag): ~219.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking.... thats a lot of money (for me, at least) to spend on something that I don't really need. And I thought to myself: Geeee, how selfish of me. So What I plan to do is take 100.00 out of my next pay check and 100.00 out of the paycheck after that and donate it to a charity of some kind. That way, I can pay back some of my selfishness to women who are less fortunate. You can help too, in a smaller way of course. The next time you run out of some make-up and you plan on going to buy some more, stop! Take that money and go buy a sandwich at subway and give it to the next homeless person you see or go to the grocery store and buy a bag of groceries and donate it to the homeless shelter. It can make a difference in someone's life. Even if it seems like its something that is too small to do or too little to donate. Too little is a hell of a lot more than nothing. Think about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did anyone go to www.spreadthesharing.com? Leave me a comment and let me know if you did and I would love to hear your story! I told them about the time in my life when I used to volunteer to make meals for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I still love my make-up. Even if I have heard that I don't need it! Well, every person who has told me that hasn't seen me with out it so... HA! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4864803029991728390-4077368544595037788?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4077368544595037788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=4077368544595037788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4077368544595037788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4077368544595037788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-my-make-up-lets-make-change.html' title='I love my make-up! Lets make a change!'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RjjRdwPI2NI/AAAAAAAAADM/MnrXWFpdKRk/s72-c/makeup+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3672639395601296396</id><published>2007-05-01T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:58:20.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Would you like to donate a meal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Go to www.spreadthesharing.com and they will donate a meal to the hungry (up to one million meals!!!!) for every story you share. I did it and it feels so good to take part on something like this... even if it is something small.&lt;br /&gt;&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/4864803029991728390-3672639395601296396?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3672639395601296396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3672639395601296396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3672639395601296396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3672639395601296396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/would-you-like-to-donate-meal.html' title='Would you like to donate a meal?'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-4809334676260707818</id><published>2007-05-01T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:46:35.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourteen thousand things to be happy about'/><title type='text'>14,000 things to be happy about.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd78API2MI/AAAAAAAAADE/SkTCJi2F7HQ/s1600-h/bryanna+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd78API2MI/AAAAAAAAADE/SkTCJi2F7HQ/s320/bryanna+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059648977159903426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd7sAPI2LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Tt139GR5idw/s1600-h/bryanna+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd7sAPI2LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Tt139GR5idw/s320/bryanna+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059648702281996466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd7hwPI2KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FlBNfxpIYdw/s1600-h/bryanna+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd7hwPI2KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FlBNfxpIYdw/s320/bryanna+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059648526188337314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd7YAPI2JI/AAAAAAAAACs/QiI3ylaiew4/s1600-h/bryanna+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd7YAPI2JI/AAAAAAAAACs/QiI3ylaiew4/s320/bryanna+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059648358684612754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am going to write a few things every day (up to 14,000) that people should be, or most people that is, happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stream-of-consciousness list&lt;br /&gt;pajamas at breakfast&lt;br /&gt;reed-fringed lagoons&lt;br /&gt;seeing the moon rise&lt;br /&gt;the feel of a rug under bare feet&lt;br /&gt;sweet fresh corn and tender baby lima beans, drenched with cream&lt;br /&gt;the "snuggle right in" feeling&lt;br /&gt;a lake catching the last flecks of sunlight coming in over the pines&lt;br /&gt;the position of your head as you bite into a taco&lt;br /&gt;shadows cast by shutters against a shiny white wall&lt;br /&gt;a small music box&lt;br /&gt;moderation&lt;br /&gt;starting to make things happen&lt;br /&gt;a baby's first tooth&lt;br /&gt;teakettles&lt;br /&gt;sweet potato souffle with miniature marshmallows and raisins&lt;br /&gt;brass-decorated cash registers&lt;br /&gt;clam-strewn sandbars&lt;br /&gt;headphones&lt;br /&gt;a baseball game going into extra innings&lt;br /&gt;the groan of ice on a lake when the temperature has flirted with zero all week&lt;br /&gt;babies who never cry&lt;br /&gt;orchestras&lt;br /&gt;a boat tour to see a picturesque little ocher-and-red villas&lt;br /&gt;brand-new notebooks&lt;br /&gt;pachyderms&lt;br /&gt;Staffordshire calico dinnerware&lt;br /&gt;braiding gimp at camp&lt;br /&gt;picnic-cooler colors&lt;br /&gt;a rich spiced chocolate drink&lt;br /&gt;the eastern seaboard&lt;br /&gt;babies who cry&lt;br /&gt;medallions bearnaise&lt;br /&gt;old-time radio shows&lt;br /&gt;red-carpet treatment&lt;br /&gt;toddlers' vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... thats good for today. Enjoy some pictures of Breezy while you ponder these pretty neat things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4864803029991728390-4809334676260707818?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4809334676260707818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=4809334676260707818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4809334676260707818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4809334676260707818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/14000-things-to-be-happy-about.html' title='14,000 things to be happy about.....'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rjd78API2MI/AAAAAAAAADE/SkTCJi2F7HQ/s72-c/bryanna+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-6520349869076311611</id><published>2007-04-26T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:51:11.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>lyrics for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incubus: I miss you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you when I wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;is a gift I didn't think could be real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;is a three-fold, Utopian dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So would I be out of line if I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I know I'll see you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;whether far or soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But I need you to know that I care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-6520349869076311611?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6520349869076311611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=6520349869076311611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6520349869076311611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6520349869076311611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/lyrics-for-today_26.html' title='lyrics for today'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-7629568485936263719</id><published>2007-04-24T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:30:12.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing in particular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ri5KJ36KK1I/AAAAAAAAACk/X14tY_yrQmg/s1600-h/tree_home2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057060965070809938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ri5KJ36KK1I/AAAAAAAAACk/X14tY_yrQmg/s320/tree_home2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ri5KEX6KK0I/AAAAAAAAACc/TLAsLHSRdQE/s1600-h/tree_home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057060870581529410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ri5KEX6KK0I/AAAAAAAAACc/TLAsLHSRdQE/s320/tree_home.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am extremely tired today. I got tons of sleep last night, but I think the lack of sleep from the night before needs to be made up. Ick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, this tree is in front of my house. Pretty huh? Its starting to lose its prettiness, unfortunately, right now; but that's okay. I love the landscape around my house. Its always so beautiful. I have two hummingbird feeders outside my livingroom window and I like to sit and watch them feed on it with these pretty trees in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well, I better get going right now. My boss man just walked in and I cannot be caught blogging. twittering, meebo-ing and a whole lot of other 'ing's. I'll write more later.&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/4864803029991728390-7629568485936263719?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7629568485936263719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=7629568485936263719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7629568485936263719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7629568485936263719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-in-particular.html' title='nothing in particular'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Ri5KJ36KK1I/AAAAAAAAACk/X14tY_yrQmg/s72-c/tree_home2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-5022734604410135592</id><published>2007-04-20T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:55:35.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>9 minutes of fame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilS7X6KKzI/AAAAAAAAACU/JL4gj3ffMuY/s1600-h/blog+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055663236683803442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilS7X6KKzI/AAAAAAAAACU/JL4gj3ffMuY/s320/blog+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilS3n6KKyI/AAAAAAAAACM/FGoWFUqq078/s1600-h/blog+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055663172259293986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilS3n6KKyI/AAAAAAAAACM/FGoWFUqq078/s320/blog+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilSzX6KKxI/AAAAAAAAACE/IYrcgr8OQxA/s1600-h/blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055663099244849938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilSzX6KKxI/AAAAAAAAACE/IYrcgr8OQxA/s320/blog+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilSun6KKwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-RCw5w8QN-E/s1600-h/blog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055663017640471298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilSun6KKwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-RCw5w8QN-E/s320/blog+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was randomly websurfing and came across a site: &lt;a href="http://9minutesoffame.com/Default.aspx"&gt;http://9minutesoffame.com/Default.aspx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you get to have your blog displayed for 9 minutes to everyone who is patiently waiting to see it! It's pretty cool. So I patiently waited for the chance to put my url in. After a few tries, I finally had my nine minutes of fame! Took some pics of it... coz Im a dork... crappy quality, but this is the most excitement I have had since I found out a friend of mine is coming into town! (way to twitter it up love! lol) Got to take out the trash and vacuum now.... t minus 10 minutes till quittin time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4864803029991728390-5022734604410135592?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5022734604410135592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=5022734604410135592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/5022734604410135592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/5022734604410135592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/9-minutes-of-fame.html' title='9 minutes of fame!'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RilS7X6KKzI/AAAAAAAAACU/JL4gj3ffMuY/s72-c/blog+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-397220444456556150</id><published>2007-04-20T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:15:27.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sanjaya no more and man can I relax now or what?!?!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;Now I can sit here and rejoice because Sanjaya is no more! I was kinda sorta in a way scared that he was going to make it to the top four, but America finally got their heads outta their butts (and stopped listening to that stupid Howard Stern crap) and he had the least amount of votes. YAY!! Now this is where the real competition is at. I feel that everyone on the show now actually deserves to be there and would be the ones here right now even if Haley and Sanjaya were voted off weeks and weeks ago. OMGosh I can breathe now! LOL... anyway thats my random thought for today. Why the hell do I care about this show anyway?!?! Whow knows? Have a great day and a great Sabbath... ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-397220444456556150?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/397220444456556150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=397220444456556150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/397220444456556150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/397220444456556150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/sanjaya-no-more-and-man-can-i-relax-now.html' title='Sanjaya no more and man can I relax now or what?!?!!?'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-7272803340827585159</id><published>2007-04-17T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:20:00.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>some of my things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I recently came across a book that took me by surprise. It was from the summer before I was a Junior at SLO High. I was dating this guy Branden Welshons and we had an awesome relationship. We both were very romantic and very cutesy and we got along wonderfully. We were the "puppy dog love" relationship type that got each other something for the month anniversaries!!! (I know, I know; lame.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was down in San Diego visiting my Auntie Edie for a week. I had a lot of free time on my hands and our six month anniversary was coming up so I wanted it to be special. I had written a lot of poems for him and poems that were inspired by him and had kept them in a binder. I decided to go out and buy a blank paged journal and make him a poem book. I went around the back yard at my Auntie's and got leaves and rocks and a bunch of natural misc. things as well as ribbon and string from her sewing room; and decorated the pages with them. I typed up all the poems and placed them in the book and numbered the pages. I also took a bunch of pictures of him and I and some of my family and I and made a collage in the back of the book. It took me all week to make and I was so pleased when I was finished with it. When I got home, I also went out and bought a blue glass bottle with a cork and had put the sand from the beach (a lake beach) that we first kissed on. (Yes; I went back that same night we first kissed and grabbed a zip lock bag full of the sand and had held onto it for, apprently, this reason.) I decorated the bottle with our names and the date of our anniversary (October 31 1999) with a bunch of stars and things on it. It was quite cute and pathetic... lol. So anyway.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Onto the book. We dated for a year and decided to go our separate ways and then he got all pissed at me when I moved on. He gave me all my things back, including that book, and we haven't spoke since. So I put those things in a box, taped it up and put it in my closet. It has moved around with me everywhere I have been, but never brought it out. I was doing a bit spring cleaning and decided to open up the box. Going through the poems was quite emotional, but I decided it would be nice to share them with you. So here are a few that were in there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wait&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Undaunted, I stand against &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a sea of absolution where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I will make my wish for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Existing somewhere between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the shadows and the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You are lying there waiting for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;some day I will find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Love...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love the smile that lights your face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love the warmth of your embrace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love the voice that says, "I care..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love each little joy we share....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love your way of being sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;of making my life so special and complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love your undertanding as you would do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love you for just simply being you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Falling Stars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish I could have you beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish I could have you holding me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish you will always be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Im wishing on a falling start tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I pray that you will stay beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I pray that you will be holding me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I pray that you will want only me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I pray as I am wishing on a falling star tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I know we will have our ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I know you will be holding me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I know you will want only me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I know; I am wishing on a falling star tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now I have you beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now you are holding me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now you want only me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now; as we wish on a falling star tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know you're the first thing on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;as soon as I wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know that I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;as soon as you leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know that you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the bestest thing in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the only one who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know that when you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I will always pick you up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know that when you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I will be the first one there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know that when you are sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am the first one to care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know you're the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;who changed my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know you're my favorite person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in the whole widest world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know that I trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;even more than my girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know that you're my wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;on every star that falls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know you're the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;who tore my hearts walls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know that when I kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it's the best time of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know how tall you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;really is cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know you're my prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;every single lonely night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know I think you're perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and we are just right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know when the phone rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;my heart jumps out of my chest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know I think you're different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;from all of the rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you know I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;more than you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You can really tell (compared to my most recent ones) how completely novice and young it is. I really did put a lot of emotion behind all that though. I feel kind of sad because back then I had so much positive to inspire me. I feel like right now I only have a couple things to be inspired about and yet I feel like I would be crossing some boundaries or lines in writing them. Its one thing when theyre engraved in your heart; its another when its out on paper. Anyone can get a hold of it then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-7272803340827585159?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7272803340827585159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=7272803340827585159' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7272803340827585159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7272803340827585159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-of-my-things.html' title='some of my things'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-8423354396904279137</id><published>2007-04-16T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:00:11.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>confessions of undying love, lust , like or whatev.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I know.... I have to wait. We have to be friends... I know..... and I may be pushing it posting this, but what can I say? I am an open book.... read me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Muse: Unintended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You could be my unintended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You could be the one Ill always love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You could be the one who listens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to my deepest inquisitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You could be the one Ill always love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ill be there as soon as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But Im busy mending broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pieces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;of the life I had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First there was the one who challenged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;All my dreams and all my balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;She could never be as good as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You could be my unintended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You should be the one Ill always love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ill be there as soon as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But Im busy mending broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pieces of the life I had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ill be there as soon as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But Im busy mending broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pieces of the life I had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Before you&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/4864803029991728390-8423354396904279137?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8423354396904279137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=8423354396904279137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8423354396904279137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8423354396904279137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/confessions-of-undying-love-lust-like.html' title='confessions of undying love, lust , like or whatev.'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3009316404152488633</id><published>2007-04-13T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:00:49.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life thus far'/><title type='text'>tgif !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well, this week has come to an end and I couldn't be happier. Although this week has been a good (emotionaly) week.... it has been very hard on my body for some reason. Lots of lack of sleep, feeling exaughsted after work and cramps; so, so ready to put this week behind me and enjoy the weekend. Tomorrow is Sabbath and like I said before, I am bring Angie with me. I really hope she enjoys it and I hope she can walk away knowing that, if she allows, God can help her through this hard time. I have been praying for her since I found out she got locked up.... I know God is willing to be there for her and help her and support her, but she needs to be willing to let Him in. I was surprised and pleased when she asked me if she could come along with me to church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I had wrote her a letter about a month or so ago about my meeting up with a few friends from church and that I had planned on returning. And the next letter I got from her was in repsonse to that one saying that she really wanted to go with me. That she felt like it could be something positive for her (duh) and help give her the strength to stay clean. It made me feel so good that she took the initiative to wanna come along. We'll see how that goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Okay... feeling extremely lethargic right now ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-3009316404152488633?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3009316404152488633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3009316404152488633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3009316404152488633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3009316404152488633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/tgif.html' title='tgif !!!'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-5231341031612320901</id><published>2007-04-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:01:10.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Saw this and thought it was cute.... enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;One fine October morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in April, last July,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the moon fell on my window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the rain shone in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The flowers sang quite sweetly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The birds were in full bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I dumped the neighbor’s garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;inside our dining room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My parents always praise me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;for sneaking out of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;They tell me not to study,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so I won’t be a fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My favorite food is spinach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It makes my muscles small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Each day I’m growing shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;soon I’ll be eight feet tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I’m saving up my money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to throw it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hope this poem annoys you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so have a happy day.&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/4864803029991728390-5231341031612320901?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5231341031612320901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=5231341031612320901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/5231341031612320901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/5231341031612320901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/say-what.html' title='say what?'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-8279916150369027016</id><published>2007-04-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:01:23.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Okay, so I have to say last nights American Idol was not half bad. I was extremely nervous when they told Sanjaya to sit back down, but already having Haley up there for the top three made me ease back a little bit. She was, indeed, the one who did the worst Tues. night so she deserved to be up there in the bottom three. I am soooooo soooooo glad they finally got rid of her! As soon as Sanjaya is out, I will be completely relieved. I am not too sure on who I want to to win. All the girls; Jordin, Melinda and Lakisha. Between the guys? The best is Blake, but I like Chris and Phil. But to win overall? Jordin because she is 17, Melinda because of her chance to make it big and be in front instead of back-up and Lakisha because she is trying to make a life for her daughter and herself. Melinda is the best, though. She has the most talent, in my opinion. I just don't know. All I know is they finally got rid of Haley and now they need to kick off Sanjaya. Bryanna doesn't even like him!!!!! 8-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, off to compressing more files for the company and getting the basics outlined for the web page. Looooong day ahead of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-8279916150369027016?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8279916150369027016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=8279916150369027016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8279916150369027016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8279916150369027016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3229095129116814399</id><published>2007-04-11T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:01:37.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is such a stupid topic and I really shouldn't get upset about this, but seriously; why the heck are Haley and Sanjaya &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;in the competition? I know that the people voted off would have already been voted off my now except for two, but these two people do not deserve to be on the show right now. And the whole votefortheworst.com thing is absolutely childish and vain. American Idol, yes, is about america voting for the ones they love, but honestly; its about talent as well and those people do not have a whole lot of it! Yeah, Haley may be pretty, but she sucks. And well Sanjaya.... he really has nothing going for him except that &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;time he had straightened his hair. Now I am not saying that he can't sing the correct notes or anything, but Simon said it right last night when he said that Sanjaya sounded like he was 14 when he sung that song. Ugh, so frustrating for me. AJ should have stayed, Stephanie, Sundance, Chris (Sleigh), Gina and anyone voted off after AJ was should have all stayed before Sanjaya and Haley. Ick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, enough rants. Hope you all have a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-3229095129116814399?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3229095129116814399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3229095129116814399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3229095129116814399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3229095129116814399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3812027705494091472</id><published>2007-04-10T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:01:55.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Quotes and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some quotes from a book I am currently reading called, "The Game Of Life For Women {and how to play it}" by Florence Scovel Shinn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"All power is given to each woman to bring 'her heaven' upon 'her earth' through right hitnking. This is the goal of the Game of Life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ye, the Almighty shall be thy defense and thou shalt have plenty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"By thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Resist not evil. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Whatsoever a woman soeth, that shall she also reap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"A burden is an adverse thought or condition, and this thought or condition has its root in the subconcious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Real love is selfless and free from fear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Acknowledge God in all thy ways and God shall direct thy path."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"There is, for each wmoan, perfect self-expression."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This book has been a very big key in getting myself back on track with life; with God. She teaches so much about self-control and patience. She speaks of a verse in it "Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life." (Prov. 4:23) I had spent the begining of my relationship with my (ex) husband seeing life in a negative way. (This was after I fond out some pretty incrminating things that he did... ie: cheat.) Sooner or later it became what I envisioned. I have been struggling to put my life back together after that mis-hap. Which leads me to the next verse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ask, and it shall be given you, seek, and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you." (Mat. 7:7) I had been trying so hard to get back into touch with some people from VVAA and church. Last year I re-aquainted myself with a few friends from school and church and come from just school. They were positive people in my life before and I thought that maybe they could be now. Although they are still great friends and I talk to them occasionally, they haven't been able to influence me enough. This is because I wasn't asking... I was simply just being. I sat down one night and I asked God to help me. To put me on the right path and put some influencial people in my life; some motivation. Well about two weeks after that my friend Danica called me up. She and I were talking about the good ol' days and who we have and haven't kept int ouch with and she mentioned a certain someone. Well, I looked them up and sent them a message and they replied. That was about a month and a half ago and ever since then we have talked almost everyday and they have opened me up to finding more positive people to surround myself with. I didn't realize that this person was here to help me with that. To help me get on the right path and make things more positive for me. I was knocking on God's door and he opened it for me. He was there along with one of my, what I consider now, best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We met up about a month ago when he came into town and he flat out told me; you should go back to church. (Not his words.) I had always made excuses "Oh no one can watch Bryanna...." or "Bryanna is too much to handle in church...." and Bryanna had never really expressed an interest in going. So that kind of made me stay home. But after him nudging me a little bit to go I agreed. That next Sabbath I played it VERY safe and stayed home and had worship at home with Bryanna. I took out my Bible and her Childrens Bible and I had her chose a story that caught her interest. I read that story to her then told her more about it in my Bible. She was very interested in it. Then we sang some songs and prayed. Needless to say... I was making up really lame excuses. The following Saturday (which was this past weekend) we were out of town and I wasn't familiar with the church down there.... but this Sabbath I am definitely going. Bryanna, myslef AND Angelica. So that will be amazing bringing her along with me too. Give her some positive scriptures and an influencial enviroment. Hopefully it will help her keep strong in staying clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I will write more tomorrow. Time to go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-3812027705494091472?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3812027705494091472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3812027705494091472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3812027705494091472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3812027705494091472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/inspirational-quotes-and-stuff.html' title='Inspirational Quotes and stuff'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-2697499858365414515</id><published>2007-04-09T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:02:09.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life thus far'/><title type='text'>my garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhqnkPrUMCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KVZ5KpGPtx0/s1600-h/easter+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051534173174771746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhqnkPrUMCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KVZ5KpGPtx0/s320/easter+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rhqnd_rUMBI/AAAAAAAAABs/VF7DQ6BvIMQ/s1600-h/easter+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051534065800589330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rhqnd_rUMBI/AAAAAAAAABs/VF7DQ6BvIMQ/s320/easter+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhqnZPrUMAI/AAAAAAAAABk/NYlHTDK4ReQ/s1600-h/easter+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051533984196210690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhqnZPrUMAI/AAAAAAAAABk/NYlHTDK4ReQ/s320/easter+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;a few weeks ago i planted a garden in my back yard. i put in some marigolds and celosias under the bird bath and then a row of pansies, marigolds and celosias in front of the fence. they were doing good until some slugs came in and destroyed the marigolds at the bird bath. i have had to go out every night with a flashlight and kill the darn things! so today i am going to go get some sluggo and try that. if that doesnt work then i'll have to rip up the marigolds and just plant celosias. which is okay, but i'd like to keep the pretty marigolds. i do have to give myself some credit though; going into this, i had NO idea what i was doing. i have no green thumb. maybe i should have asked my mom. she was a horticulture major in college! anyway... thought i would show you some pics that i took after i first planted them. i am going to put in some edging around the row of flowers to make it look more defined. it looks kind of plain and bland right now. pretty flowers, though. have a super day!&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/4864803029991728390-2697499858365414515?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2697499858365414515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=2697499858365414515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2697499858365414515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2697499858365414515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-garden.html' title='my garden'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhqnkPrUMCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KVZ5KpGPtx0/s72-c/easter+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-2418473267076953217</id><published>2007-04-09T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:02:37.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life thus far'/><title type='text'>easter weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptCPrUL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jg8_Tolg32k/s1600-h/easter+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051469817384808274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptCPrUL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jg8_Tolg32k/s320/easter+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptRvrUL2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/swWdhfI5BRU/s1600-h/easter+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051470083672780642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptRvrUL2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/swWdhfI5BRU/s320/easter+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuQ_rUL8I/AAAAAAAAABE/uZW3Z89EJLA/s1600-h/easter+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051471170299506626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuQ_rUL8I/AAAAAAAAABE/uZW3Z89EJLA/s320/easter+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuWvrUL9I/AAAAAAAAABM/V4sHDYbcdrI/s1600-h/easter+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051471269083754450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuWvrUL9I/AAAAAAAAABM/V4sHDYbcdrI/s320/easter+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rhpt5vrUL5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tzgr8HJPIoI/s1600-h/easter+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051470770867548050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rhpt5vrUL5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tzgr8HJPIoI/s320/easter+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuLPrUL7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/bDMHLn1HCpI/s1600-h/easter+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051471071515258802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuLPrUL7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/bDMHLn1HCpI/s320/easter+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptmvrUL4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aOt3vsJ3auc/s1600-h/easter+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051470444450033538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptmvrUL4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aOt3vsJ3auc/s320/easter+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuEvrUL6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/94l5h0ImHZ8/s1600-h/easter+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051470959846109090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuEvrUL6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/94l5h0ImHZ8/s320/easter+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptfvrUL3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jnzKU9_vDvo/s1600-h/easter+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051470324190949234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptfvrUL3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jnzKU9_vDvo/s320/easter+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rhpub_rUL-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KwlL-wlzga8/s1600-h/easter+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051471359278067682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/Rhpub_rUL-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KwlL-wlzga8/s320/easter+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuhPrUL_I/AAAAAAAAABc/w9crOGX2BBg/s1600-h/easter+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051471449472380914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhpuhPrUL_I/AAAAAAAAABc/w9crOGX2BBg/s320/easter+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;this weekend was an awesome weekend. we went down to go visit some family and it was nice being able to see and spend time with them. it's been a while. i got to relax and hang out and cook and i took bryanna to a park and we fed the duckies. she had a lot of fun. she ran around and rode her scooter that i brought down with us. gosh it was a blast. anyway, on easter i put bryanna in the shower then went outside and hid 56 eggs! that took two bags of jelly beans and a bag of chocolate eggs to fill all those. tons of candy for her. when she got out of the shower i got her dressed then went and looked for the egss in the front, side and back yard. she hasnt been easter egss hunting sice she was two, so i dont think she remembers the feeling of gratitude you get when you find all of the easter eggs. i only had to play hot and cold with her on a few eggs that i hid well, but other than that she found the rest. its amazing to sit back and watch your childs face light up over the smallest of things. well; they're a big deal to her, but you know. i remember back when i was a kid how important easter egg hunting was for me, but i had my brother and sometimes a whole lotta cousins to compete against.... bryanna got all the eggs for herself. i dont think she would have ejoyed it as much if she had to compete against someone else. she is a sore loser sometimes. i think she might be high maintenence when she gets older. poor fella who meets her huh? but anyway, she had tons of fun and that made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;then after all was said and done i was sitting in a chair looking out into the back yard and i saw an opossum walk across the top of the brick fence. i immediately got up and got my camera out and then as soon as i turned to go out the back i saw another one, but this time it was GINORMOUS!!! i turned on the camera and slowly went out into the back. (now i have seen possums before, but only at night. i dont think i have ever seen one at 1 in the afternoon). i slowly made my way out into the middle of the yard and by the time i had gotten to that pot, they were behind the hibiscus and trying to make their way into another hiding spot for the day. but i did manage to get a picture of one. its not a good one, but oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i didnt get back unti very late last night and when i came back.... i found that the slugs had completely diminished my marigolds! so i am going out to go buy some sluggo today. wooooowhoooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4864803029991728390-2418473267076953217?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2418473267076953217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=2418473267076953217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2418473267076953217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/2418473267076953217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-weekend.html' title='easter weekend'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RTRH62dzOu0/RhptCPrUL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jg8_Tolg32k/s72-c/easter+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-6606445363939830991</id><published>2007-04-05T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:03:01.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>lyrics for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;can't get this song outta my head. not a bad thing, i suppose; but i seriously am thinking about someone and its driving me nuts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I've been watching your world from afar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I've been trying to be where you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To me, you're strange and you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You'd be so perfect with me, but you just can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You turn every head but you don't see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And you'll realize that you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I know, the waiting is all you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You'll fall asleep, I'll put a spell on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And you'll realize that you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll put a spell on you, You'll fall asleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'cos I'll put a spell on you, And when I wake you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll be the first thing you see, And you'll realize that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;aqualung-strange and beautiful&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/4864803029991728390-6606445363939830991?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6606445363939830991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=6606445363939830991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6606445363939830991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6606445363939830991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/lyrics-for-today.html' title='lyrics for today'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-4430174910424528301</id><published>2007-04-04T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:03:34.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>confused and miguided</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;today has been such a weird and kind of frustrating day. actually my whole life pretty much. i have been struggling to maintain a healthy and happy life and i have been trying so hard to do so much good and it just seems like no matter what i get sucked down into this dark hole. it just seems like people keep trying to drag me down. well a couple of people in particular, but we don't need to mention them. (ick... just bit into a twix. sorry leo... i don't like chocolate as much as i had led on. oooooops.) i have been trying to clean up the messes i got myself into like my ex husband and some debt and some friendships that i lost. in the past 2 years after filing for divorce and being a free woman and breathing on my own, i have mostly come to terms with a lot of things and have mended some of my broken heart. but i still feel like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can think back to a time when i was happy. when i knew who i was and what i wanted and didn't feel so alone and down. that was when i was going to church and vvaa and was active in pathfinders. i didnt feel alone and i felt like i was; no, i KNEW i was close to Him and knew Him. i felt happy and involved and complete. i am sooooo longing for that. plus, i had made tons of awesome friends and became close to a lot of people. i miss that. i miss all the positive influences and the good times i had. i really think i would be in a better place right now if i hadn't of left chuch and vvaa and pathfinders. well, i wouldn't have bryanna, i amcertain of that; so that wouldn't be a very good trade, but sometimes i wish i could take my old life back and still have her. i know i would be happier and more positive and have a better overall outlook on life. and i would know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray every day. i pray for many reasons too. for friends and family and people i dont know and myself and my daughter and before every meal and before i go to bed. the kind of life i have right now and the situation i have been placed in by that freaking a hole has put me into a position to where i feel like i need to ask for forgivness every day. an all though i don't mind communicating with Him, i want to feel at ease and not have pressure on asking for His forgiveness every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also want to be able to provide a better life for bryanna. i want her to be able to have the opportunities that she needs to have her excel in life and have everything she wanted. so far, her father (and i am NOT trying to ex-husband bash here) hasn't really been that grat of a role model. right after i had her i was forced to go to work full-time and finish school full-time because he was too lazy to work and was in school (but slacking!). so he was always home with her and never gave her a structured environment. he always spolied her never disciplined her.... actually about that whole discipline thing.... for example: if she did something she wasnt supposed to or got into something she wasnt supposed to he wold ignore it. but if he was in the middle of a tv program or video game or on the computer and she interrupted him or asked for something or wanted to eat he would spank her. so she always felt like she was doing something wrong. since hes been gone i have been trying to reverse those effects and give her a more balanced and structured environment. it has definitely been a task, but i am not giving up! i want to bring her to chuch with me, but she hasnt expressed or shown any interest in wanting to go. i wish she would, but i cant force it upon her. it would defnitely be a learning experience for her right now, but i know later on she will understand it more and get more out of it. i started going to church when i was 7. i loved it. all the stories of christ and b.c. always fascinated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICK! i need to get going. i'll write more in a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-4430174910424528301?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4430174910424528301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=4430174910424528301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4430174910424528301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/4430174910424528301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/confused-and-miguided.html' title='confused and miguided'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-7337337446004946549</id><published>2007-04-03T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:03:52.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update on angie'/><title type='text'>freak yeah ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;this is just one hundred percent amazing..... angie got out yesterday and i went to meet her after my dr. appt. (more about that later) and we went to the quarterdeck to have some lunch. i told her i would take her out to dinner, but she couldnt wait for that sunset passion (and honestly; neither could i) so we went earlier. the last time she and i ordered one of those was when we went there to celebrate me getting this job and that was back in june and let me tell you.... that sunset passion tasted better than i had remebered. it was dayum good! anyway, i ordered a tri tip sandwich (which is so un-like me) and she ordered the cheeseburger. i had never seen anyone suck down a cheeseburger as fast as she did lol... she hasn't had real food since before she got locked up and she said it was the best cheeseburger she ever had. after we had lunch we went back to my house and she got online and checked all her messages on myspace and yahoo and caught up on a couple things then we went to go get bryanna.... after that we went shopping and then went back to my house to chill for a bit, then i took her home. it was so nice and wonderful having her out and me being able to talk to her face to face. i was sooooo nervous seeing her for whatever reason, but as soon as she got out of her car and i gace her a hug that all went away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;gotta go... i hope all of you out there have a wonderful rest of the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-7337337446004946549?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7337337446004946549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=7337337446004946549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7337337446004946549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/7337337446004946549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/freak-yeah.html' title='freak yeah ...'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-955646767727866253</id><published>2007-03-07T14:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:27:52.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update on angie'/><title type='text'>excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So i called angie's mom yesterday to see how her court thing went and she told me that angelica might be getting out sometime next week! i was going to go down to visit her, bu if she is getting out next week i'll just wait until i pick her up. i am so fucking excited. she is trying to get into a sober home in santa maria somewhere and interviews for it today. i hope she can get in. it would be good for her. she told me that as soon as she gets out she wants to go to the quarterdeck and get a sunset passion... so im gunna take her there and get one. i really hope that she does get out next week, but i am not going to get my hopes up. i would be very disappointed if she didn't. i mean i will anyway, but i am not expecting her to get out so soon. shes supposed to be out the end of this month anyway and shes already been in for over a month now so having to wait an extra couple of weeks isnt so bad. i miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-955646767727866253?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/955646767727866253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=955646767727866253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/955646767727866253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/955646767727866253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/excitement.html' title='excitement'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-6985698556276084357</id><published>2007-03-07T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:28:06.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>poison....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You are my addiction, I take all of you in...&lt;br /&gt;When all I feel is pain, your love is a poison.&lt;br /&gt;I devour your heart, melt with in your soul...&lt;br /&gt;Drink up your poison, until I feel whole.&lt;br /&gt;I swim in your eyes as I am lost in the current...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the feeling as your poison is sent.&lt;br /&gt;Letting your voice breathe on my neck...&lt;br /&gt;I shiver in pleasure taking in all I can get.&lt;br /&gt;My tongue dancing with yours as you taste the bittersweet...&lt;br /&gt;You indulge more in our kiss letting my poison release.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're addicted with my poison so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;You hunt through your thirst for tempations last treat.&lt;br /&gt;My need is so wanting for everything that you are...&lt;br /&gt;Let us drink up our love as it poisons our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-6985698556276084357?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6985698556276084357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=6985698556276084357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6985698556276084357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/6985698556276084357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/poison.html' title='poison....'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-834841524771968693</id><published>2007-03-07T14:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:28:39.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>tragic lives are lost</title><content type='html'>I found out that one of my friends from a long while ago... one of my BEST friends, just died. I am sure some of you heard about it, but it was Anthony Stepaniak. Him and I were friends from 7th grade until our senior years. Then we lost touch.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of why we lost touch was because of his girlfriend. He started dating this chick who has issues and put a lot of stress and grief on him. Needless to say; I didn't like her. (If anyone who is reading this is her friend, I am sorry for what I am about to say, but this has nothing to do with you.) She constantly was fighting with him and pulled him into meth and caused a lot of problems. Brought the worst out in him, if you will. Hes a great guy, who made a lot of bad choices and one of them was her. I guess this (bitch) called the cops on him once again and it pissed him off so he took the car (he bought her) and went driving off. She reported it stolen. He was out on highway 58 when he took a turn too fast and flipped the car several times. He was taken to French hospital and died later on. I'm not saying this is her fault... I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have totaled it up.... over the past 4 years, I have lost 20 friends to either car accidents or suicide. One of them affected me tremendously and I still haven't been strong enough to let go. Please; if you have common sense... DO NOT SPEED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to work and back to feeling shitty. Damn sickness and allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stepaniaks: I am praying for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-834841524771968693?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/834841524771968693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=834841524771968693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/834841524771968693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/834841524771968693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-out-that-one-of-my-friends-from.html' title='tragic lives are lost'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-8680115999718357010</id><published>2007-03-07T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:28:54.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update on angie'/><title type='text'>absolutely crushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My friends mom called me today and told me she talked to Angelica. Angelica said she doesnt want any visitors because shes ashamed of whats going on with her being in jail and all. I am so sad because I really want to see her, but I can respect and understand her decision. I have been writing her and I am going to send her some money this weekend so she can buy some things while shes in there. At least she got my letters and appreciates that. I just want her to know I am here for her. Wish I could say it face to face, but hopefully she'll want to have someone visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Angelica!!! I LOVE YOU and MISS YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-8680115999718357010?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8680115999718357010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=8680115999718357010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8680115999718357010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8680115999718357010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/absolutely-crushed.html' title='absolutely crushed'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-3282233380435757856</id><published>2007-03-07T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:56:32.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update on angie'/><title type='text'>twisting knots in my stomach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i am absolutely so sick to my stomach about my friends situation. I just wanted so much to be there for her today and I couldnt and I feel like crap. I have been an emotional wreck all day and it looks like I am not going to be able to go down to sb co. jail to see her either tomorrow. boooooo. i feel so sick. damn. i fucking MISS HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-3282233380435757856?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3282233380435757856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=3282233380435757856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3282233380435757856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/3282233380435757856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/twisting-knots-in-my-stomach.html' title='twisting knots in my stomach'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864803029991728390.post-8269388405944891263</id><published>2007-03-07T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:29:46.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update on angie'/><title type='text'>extreme crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I just found out recently that one of my best friends just got arrested. She was pulled over for whatever reason and then searched. She was with someone and his son (who was a minor) in her car and was caught with possesion of meth. now theyre trying her for distribution because i guess she had a lot on her. her bail is 34,000.00 so its a felony charge which she is looking at some prison time. i am going to go to her court hearing on friday and go visit her in jail on saturday. i freakin am so fucked up about this. i am mad at her for even putting herself in that situation, but i am sad because i cant pick up the phone and call her. she cant pick up the phone and call me. i love her to death and i care about her so much i hate that shes in this place. i wrote her a letter telling her that i am here for her. if she needs me to go to her court hearings, im there... if she needs me to visit as often as i can, im there. i will write her every week and will do what i can to be there for her with the limitations she has. i know that none of her friends are even going to give a crap about this. theyve always turned their back on her when she needed someone. (not bragging) but i have always been there for her. i had just barely gotten to know her and offered my home to her and her husband when they didnt have a place to go. and even when i didnt have a place to live and was with my mother i offered her the couch i slept on so she wouldnt have to sleep in her car. she tried asking friends (who had their own places) but they always said no so she had to sleep in her car those nights, but i was always there for her and i am going to be there for her now. i just hope she knows that i am thinking about her and that i will be there for her. man.... this fucking sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4864803029991728390-8269388405944891263?l=hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8269388405944891263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4864803029991728390&amp;postID=8269388405944891263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8269388405944891263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4864803029991728390/posts/default/8269388405944891263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromanticgreeneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/extreme-crap.html' title='extreme crap...'/><author><name>feven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655237174373126128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f147/xoaegurlxo/curly008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
