<?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-2592765521565501424</id><updated>2011-11-06T15:13:51.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Average Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Never a dull day in a young girl's life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-73722919724042935</id><published>2011-04-05T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:09:02.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years Sure Goes By Fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;So...it is my 20th birthday...and I am not sure how I feel about it. A whole lot has happened in 20 years, a whole lot that I never imagined possible. I have loved and lost, cried and laughed, learned to forgive, and learned to forget. I found the love of my life, and in an instant he was gone. Met a new girl, and that makes me very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Today is a hard day. Last year on my birthday, I went to KFC, Taco Bell with CJ and some friends and had an amazing night; 9 years later he chose to leave this world. This year, I stayed awake until midnight with Kotye, just so she could say happy birthday, and she held me until I fell asleep. I was so very happy, but it is so strange to spend my birthday with someone else, but, in a good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I feel so very strange. SO happy that I have Kotye, so lost because CJ is gone. I don't know how to act, should I smile, should I cry? I don't know. I know that 20 years has been a HELL of a ride, and I sure hope the next 20 look a little bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who has wished me a Happy Birthday, I really appreciate it and I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-73722919724042935?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/73722919724042935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-years-sure-goes-by-fast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/73722919724042935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/73722919724042935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-years-sure-goes-by-fast.html' title='20 Years Sure Goes By Fast...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6252460865174938025</id><published>2011-03-16T16:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:26:34.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel Through Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kS-CtRMIjLw/TYEc57jWpBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tDMGGfRJiWI/s1600/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kS-CtRMIjLw/TYEc57jWpBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tDMGGfRJiWI/s320/lost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584776794480223250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTfdGI-47Lk/TYEcXTh8cwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/NxgVwFTmJAQ/s1600/pulling-hair-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTfdGI-47Lk/TYEcXTh8cwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/NxgVwFTmJAQ/s320/pulling-hair-out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584776199621341954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6aa_EhOhJ4/TYEcUp13afI/AAAAAAAAAdg/46CWJ3bAsgQ/s1600/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6aa_EhOhJ4/TYEcUp13afI/AAAAAAAAAdg/46CWJ3bAsgQ/s320/frustrated.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584776154070870514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cSEuqGvULk/TYEcUJukKsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fnEXI3ldX18/s1600/Depressed-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cSEuqGvULk/TYEcUJukKsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fnEXI3ldX18/s320/Depressed-woman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584776145450314434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5wv9-q6aZE/TYEcT0kxeOI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p4u380N_t7k/s1600/bce39851f7476c38d2fedb9af4a991b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5wv9-q6aZE/TYEcT0kxeOI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p4u380N_t7k/s320/bce39851f7476c38d2fedb9af4a991b4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584776139772098786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlKyVo0xw8U/TYEcT3IDoJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gLadpGpn2FY/s1600/3914533411_9e76c73352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlKyVo0xw8U/TYEcT3IDoJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gLadpGpn2FY/s320/3914533411_9e76c73352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584776140456960146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6252460865174938025?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6252460865174938025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-i-feel-through-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6252460865174938025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6252460865174938025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-i-feel-through-photos.html' title='How I Feel Through Photos'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kS-CtRMIjLw/TYEc57jWpBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tDMGGfRJiWI/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7636174500737984890</id><published>2011-02-28T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:50:45.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past 2.5 Weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;The past two and a half weeks have been spent in Mechanic Falls with Tyler's family, The Bisbee's, and Liza, and Brandon. I have not smiled, laughed, shared emotion, had fun, this much since before April 14th, 2010. Even though we were all grieving together, we were all able to talk openly about our deceased loved ones and smile about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I would like to thank the Mechanic Falls, Poland, Minot, area community for all of the support they have shown the Bisbee's through the most difficult time in their lives. The support has been mind blowing and I am so thankful they have it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Liza and I got matching tattoos in memory of Tyler. They are the symbol from the hat he was wearing when he died; the Fox symbol and the Monster symbol. I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Going back to school is going to be SO hard! I haven't left this family's side in so long! I do not know how I am going to make it! Twice I have tried to leave, and twice I came back because I missed them so much...geez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7636174500737984890?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7636174500737984890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/02/past-25-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7636174500737984890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7636174500737984890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/02/past-25-weeks.html' title='The Past 2.5 Weeks...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2105122442098208315</id><published>2011-02-10T01:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:31:50.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Tyler Bisbee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;It is just one thing after another....not even 10 months after I lose CJ, I lose a good friend in a tragic car accident. Click &lt;a href="http://www.sunjournal.com/city/story/983986"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see what little news is out so far.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tyler Bisbee and I met at the campground we both grew up in each and every summer. He was the little brother of my good friend Keith, and we all had so many fun times together. From eating crazy amounts of pizza, to overeating absurd amounts of ice cream, to swimming for hours, playing basketball, going to the movies, teaching me to drive a jeep (that I completely wrecked the transmission of), to going out to eat, to playing silly games, and so many more fun times, such as the time Tyler ate all of my salsa and ended up sick all night because it was almost a whole jar! We never had a dull moment at Range Pond Campground.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tyler had an unfortunate head on collision yesterday around 4pm. Sadly, he left us at the scene. It breaks my heart that there is nothing I can do for his family. Prayers and thoughts to the Bisbee family are 100% welcome. Tyler was only 17 years old, and there will forever be a hole in all of our hearts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;This hurts so badly...I don't even have time to mourn one death when another one slaps me in the face. Life is far too short...I don't think people realize this enough...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I will miss you Tyler...I will miss all the fun times we had, but that is what I will remember. The adorable boy with the hilarious sense of humor and the great smile. RIP sweetie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2105122442098208315?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2105122442098208315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/02/rip-tyler-bisbee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2105122442098208315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2105122442098208315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/02/rip-tyler-bisbee.html' title='RIP Tyler Bisbee'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2027849913518466907</id><published>2011-02-08T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:23:28.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So this is my angry rant, do not take it to heart, but I have to get it out...here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I am so sick and tired of people forgetting I exist. CJ was the man I was actively trying to have a child with and also the man who put a ring on my finger with the intention of marrying me. Yet here we are, almost 10 months later and nobody asks how I am doing, nobody talks to me, nobody gives me any compassion. Let me rephrase that, nobody ACTIVELY SHOWS these things. People tell me they are thinking of me but how am I supposed to know that when nobody says anything to me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last night I went nuts. In my mind I tore a few people to shreds. Guess what? NOBODY WANTS TO CELEBRATE THE GOD DAMN DAY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE CHOSE TO LEAVE EARTH! I fully intend on spending most, if not all, of Aril in my bed. Guess what kiddos?? My birthday is April 5th, YUP, 9 days before he decided to do it. But Danielle doesn't need any support or anything...nahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here is another news flash to all the attention whores out there. You can play the whole "poor poor me" game, but there are those of us who know the truth. Guess who sat with CJ one night listening to him sob about how he had no friends anymore? I DID! Guess who was by his side no matter what happened? I WAS! Where were you when he was in the hospital? Where were you at the wake? Where were you at the funeral? Where were you as we were huddled together in the teeny tiny room where we said our final goodbyes to him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I am sorry to be such a raging bitch right now, but this shit had to be said. I am sick of everything and just about everyone at this point in time. But I now feel a HELL of a lot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2027849913518466907?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2027849913518466907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/02/angry-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2027849913518466907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2027849913518466907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/02/angry-rant.html' title='Angry Rant'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2170770853793828322</id><published>2011-02-02T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:25:04.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s4Rax2PXiWA" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2170770853793828322?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2170770853793828322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-newest-obsession.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2170770853793828322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2170770853793828322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-newest-obsession.html' title='My Newest Obsession'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s4Rax2PXiWA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5966963008813382026</id><published>2011-01-26T23:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:45:08.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's been one of those nights...fighting back tears and finding myself all alone, only physically of course. I have someone wonderful who is only a text or a phone call away but tonight was one of those nights where I just wanted to sob hysterically and have someone hold me while I freak out. Since I had nobody here, I bit my lip and kept it all in; impressively so if I might add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It was foolish really. I saw something on Facebook that made me incredibly angry and I just lost it. Angry at everyone, angry at myself, sad about everything, and I just could not seem to cheer up! I am still pretty down, but talking to Gucci Mama made me feel better :) She's a pretty rad woman, that Gucci :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So here I sit with a half smile on my face, knowing how I am feeling right now is, dare I say it, "normal" and that I am not as crazy as people make me out to be. That doesn't mean I feel okay about these crazy mixed up feelings, no no no! I hate them! I want them gone! But for now, settling with dealing with them will have to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Thank you to the few people who made me feel better tonight, you know who you are, you guys all rock my world. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5966963008813382026?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5966963008813382026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-what-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5966963008813382026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5966963008813382026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh What a Night'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7937409217400613265</id><published>2011-01-24T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:57:16.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I haven't really had the energy to write lately. Sometimes blogging just makes me so sad, since I made this simply because I wanted CJ to read it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well, I am back at school, and believe you me it is kicking my ass. Well, anatomy is kicking my ass. My other classes are not too bad, there is still one I have not been too yet because it is once a week on Tuesday nights and last Tuesday night classes were canceled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;On a happy note, I am playing volleyball and having a great time! I am not super great but I am not terrible either! It is fun! I also have been doing Zumba and going to the gym, AND eating better! Maybe I will get healthier this time around :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Not much else to say right now...just thought I would write so people don't worry too much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7937409217400613265?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7937409217400613265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7937409217400613265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7937409217400613265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4773021708121922103</id><published>2011-01-01T22:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:11:39.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont even have to look at my blog from this time last year. I know what it says. It talks about how I had no desire to change things in my life. I was happy. I had an amazing guy, I was going to school, and I was completely content. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This year it is different. This year there ARE things I want to change. This year I want to do me. I want to change the way I look at the world, the way I think, the way I react. I want to love not only others, but myself as well. I can do this, I have to.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4773021708121922103?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4773021708121922103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-even-have-to-look-at-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4773021708121922103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4773021708121922103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-even-have-to-look-at-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4723321919545072156</id><published>2010-12-21T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:45:36.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"you can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile because he has lived. you can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all he's left. you can remember him only that he is gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on. you can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. or you can do what he'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on." &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4723321919545072156?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4723321919545072156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-can-shed-tears-that-he-is-gone-or.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4723321919545072156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4723321919545072156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-can-shed-tears-that-he-is-gone-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4961144689118248526</id><published>2010-12-19T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:33:47.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a bit of a rough night tonight. Stumbled upon the song Letters From War on someones Facebook page....if you have not heard that song, look it up, it hits hard. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I am so worried about my friend deploying....he means more to me than he knows and he leaves very soon. Please pray for him.... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Christmas is coming and I am trying so hard to stay strong but I know once Christmas Eve gets here I am going to crumble...and I cant help but worry about the whole Twomey family. Please keep them in your prayers..&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4961144689118248526?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4961144689118248526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/having-bit-of-rough-night-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4961144689118248526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4961144689118248526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/having-bit-of-rough-night-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-421976766274795605</id><published>2010-12-16T01:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:08:48.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was horrible. Someone in my family was so awful to me today that I cried my eyes out at work. I am sick sick sick! I worked 430 to 1230. I was just informed a good friend deploys in 2 weeks. Anything else???  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; *sigh* I want good news. I want something to be excited about. I dont want to be so sad!!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-421976766274795605?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/421976766274795605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-was-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/421976766274795605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/421976766274795605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-190594490293598699</id><published>2010-12-14T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:59:21.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant believe that we are still standing after 8 months. I know I say that every month but this month is the hardest of all. Seeing people smiling, holding hands, being in love, it makes me heart drop. Watching husbands buy gifts for their wives and vice versa...I want to buy for CJ. I want to be that happy. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I want to feel his hand in mine, see his smiling face, hear him call me "kumkwat", smell his body wash when he steps out of the shower, taste his diet coke kisses, and just have him here. I here him in every song, see him in every store, but I want my CJ. I want my future husband, future father of my kids, and current love of my life.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I havent even changed the month of my calendar. I refuse to. I refuse to see the most magical time of the year go by without him. It is not fair. I think I am making progress, and it all comes crashing down. I just need someone to hug me and hold me and tell me everything will be alright; even though clearly it wont be. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I miss being wanted, being needed. I miss having that person I can call any time day or night. I miss having that person who calls just to say "i love you". I want him back. I want him back NOW. Or trade places with him. So I wouldnt have to see all these people hurt. I would have done anything for him. "I would give everything I own. Give you my life, my heart, my home."  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I hear "Youll be in My Heart" at the Maine Mall the other day. Thats the song Hallie always told CJ she would dance with him to at his wedding. I nearly lost it. His wedding, would have been our wedding. I would have been watching them dance with a big smile on my face and happy tears in my eyes. I no longer have the opportunity to do that. I can no longer plan our wedding, our lives, our futures. I can no longer do anything....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-190594490293598699?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/190594490293598699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant-believe-that-we-are-still.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/190594490293598699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/190594490293598699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant-believe-that-we-are-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2760089356407678071</id><published>2010-12-12T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:32:32.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to church today for the first time. I felt so guilty...I have been so caught up in myself the past 8 months...maybe I have handled everything all wrong? Maybe if I had only decided to let Jesus and God into my life things would be different? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I really do not know, but I think I would like to explore this a little bit more. I am clueless when it comes to religion, so learning wont hurt me any. Maybe it will even help. I guess we will see...&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2760089356407678071?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2760089356407678071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-went-to-church-today-for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2760089356407678071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2760089356407678071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-went-to-church-today-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2302962948292076104</id><published>2010-12-04T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:52:01.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It really sucks when you let someone in and they stab you in the back. It really sucks to think you are trusted just to find out that they dont trust you at all. It really sucks that I cant keep a friend for more than a few months. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It also really sucks that I am about to lose the AF if I dont lose weight in 28 days. It sucks that everything is beginning to fall apart all over again. It sucks that everything sucks! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I try to be positive and when I do I get slapped in the face by people who supposedly care about me. I reakky just do not know what to do now. I mean really. How do I win?&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2302962948292076104?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2302962948292076104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-really-sucks-when-you-let-someone-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2302962948292076104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2302962948292076104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-really-sucks-when-you-let-someone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-288714609981275989</id><published>2010-11-29T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:06:57.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>Very rough night tonight. Watched the movie Brothers...which is about a soldier who becomes a POW in Afghanistan and returns home and has major PTSD (sorry if I ruined the movie for anyone). In the end, the soldier puts a gun to his head and that instant brought me back to April 14...to see someone come so close to doing it was horrifying. I could not breathe, was crying, and nearly threw up. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I am so worried about a good friend now....he deploys soon and even though he will not be gone long, I am terrified of losing him. Funny....I have never met him in person but I feel closer to him than a lot of my friends around here. I fear for the worst, since I just saw what could happen... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; What if I do not have the strength to do this Air Force thing? What if I really am not tough enough? Can I handle war? Can I shoot a gun and be trained to kill? Can I look someone in the eye and know that they are the enemy? Can I have the strength that CJ had? Or will I fall apart and give up? &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-288714609981275989?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/288714609981275989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/brothers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/288714609981275989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/288714609981275989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-90053069374462807</id><published>2010-11-28T18:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:18:20.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second person I am thankful for.... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Brie Holloran &lt;br/&gt; *She truly is my best friend &lt;br/&gt; *She has driven, more than once, from UMF to Auburn simply because I needed her &lt;br/&gt; *She shares her bed :) &lt;br/&gt; *She shares her family &lt;br/&gt; *She lets me snuggle with her boyfriend ;) &lt;br/&gt; *She is there any time of day &lt;br/&gt; *She took care of me all summer &lt;br/&gt; *She brought me to Florida! &lt;br/&gt; *She didnt leave my side when everyone else did &lt;br/&gt; *After CJ died, she stayed in my dorm room so I was never alone &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I love you Brie! Thank you for everything you have done and continue to do!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-90053069374462807?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/90053069374462807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/second-person-i-am-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/90053069374462807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/90053069374462807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/second-person-i-am-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8355647353497857315</id><published>2010-11-27T10:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:12:33.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was told that I should start writing about what I am thankful for. I think I'll give it a shot. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; CJ: &lt;br/&gt; *He taught me how to love &lt;br/&gt; *He got me through college &lt;br/&gt; *He was the best support system anyone could ask for &lt;br/&gt; *He made me laugh when my world was crumbling &lt;br/&gt; *He was the best lover and the best friend &lt;br/&gt; *He never judged me &lt;br/&gt; *He held me when I cried &lt;br/&gt; *He bragged about me to his friends &lt;br/&gt; *He warmed up the bed for me &lt;br/&gt; *He sent me texts at 2am saying he loved me &lt;br/&gt; *He introduced me to amazing people &lt;br/&gt; *He made me part of the family &lt;br/&gt; *He made me grow up &lt;br/&gt; *He was everything I could ever hope for &lt;br/&gt; *He taught me life is too short to hold grudges &lt;br/&gt; *He trusted me &lt;br/&gt; *He loved me &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Thats all I can stomach for today. I will do a new person tomorrow. But writing this made me realize how much I learned in the years we had known each other. I have so much to thank him for. I have so much more life experience because of him. I am stronger, I am wiser, I know love. Thank You Christopher John Twomey.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8355647353497857315?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8355647353497857315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-i-was-told-that-i-should-start.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8355647353497857315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8355647353497857315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-i-was-told-that-i-should-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-3504573219497077368</id><published>2010-11-25T21:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:47:00.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an emotional day. I saw a lot of family that I have not seen in years, so was forced to rehash some of the details of that dreaded day. Managed to keep it together until now. Since I am proud of myself for staying strong all day, I dont feel so bad for sobbing now. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Worried about Christmas. Worried that I am going to lose my grandfather before Christmas gets here. I will NOT be able to get through that day without both of them. Please pray for him, I need him for one more Christmas...&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-3504573219497077368?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/3504573219497077368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-emotional-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3504573219497077368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3504573219497077368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-emotional-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8221357838711742328</id><published>2010-11-23T23:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:56:22.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was listening to my Ipod today and realized....almost every single song reminds me of him, or us. Even music seems to be turning against me....how could something that is so important to me devestate me now? Either the song was one of "ours", or he sang it to me, or he danced to it, or he loved it, or we rocked out to it, everything is him. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I almost cried at work because of it. I was angry, annoyed, pissed, at everyone and everything. All I wanted was some angry music to calm me down...but every song I came across was relevant to him, in some way. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I want to toughen up. People think I am being pathetic and that little things like that shouldnt bother me, but the fact is, they do. It is not my choice, it is not something I can control, it just...is. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I know a lot of people are worried about me right now. I DO seem to be getting worse, and I am aware of it. I couldnt do what he did. Not because I am not capable, because it is an easy thing to do, but because of the effects. I may not be a part of they Twomey family, but I feel as though that would really make things worse for them. And as Dayna told me last night, I couldnt do it because of Charlie. I have been around Charlie three times now, and he is such an incredible boy. Wisdom and strength beyond his years, and such a big heart. Not to mention, my family. Their reaction to CJs death has shown me that it would destroy them if I chose the same path. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I love all of you above, and my friends. I am trying so hard to get through this so please, bare with me. Please, help me. Please, support me. If I am too much for any of you, I understand. If you dont want me in your life anymore, I understand. But dont play with me head. Be straight with me from now on. But thank you, and I love you, to those of you who are true.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8221357838711742328?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8221357838711742328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-listening-to-my-ipod-today-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8221357838711742328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8221357838711742328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-listening-to-my-ipod-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2994317016579064222</id><published>2010-11-22T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:05:39.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having anxiety again. Will I ever get better? Will I ever be able to go one day without breaking down? I realize I am becoming a burden to others....and for that, I am sorry. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I am starting to understand how he felt. I am starting to understand how even though people "care" about you, you can still feel alone. Like I have said before, to quote Titanic, "I feel like I'm in a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and nobody even looks up." &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I just dont know anymore. Everyone has all these solutions for my problems, but it is not that simple. I dont want to share my story to a group, I dont have the money for a counselor, and I WILL NOT go on meds. I will take the misery and the sleepless nights before I go on meds.... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I just hope everyone knows that I love them....I really do....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2994317016579064222?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2994317016579064222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/having-anxiety-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2994317016579064222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2994317016579064222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/having-anxiety-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8828916334117200200</id><published>2010-11-21T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:31:27.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Winter is coming....it is getting colder....the holidays are getting closer....and I have no FREAKING clue how I am going to get through them....I keep finding myself Christmas shopping for him. I think that is one of the hardest things to deal with. I will walk through a store and think, "oh CJ would LOVE that," then I remember....not that I ever truly forget. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; On cold nights like this, currently 21 degrees, I just want to come home to him snoring in the heated bed. I want to come home to his warm body. I want to come home to his open arms. I want to come home to HIM. But every night I come home to a dark house with an empty bed. Every night it is a knife through my heart. Every night I lie awake in hopes that he can see how much I miss him. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I dont like this hurt. I dont like this pain. I dont want to spend the holidays here....but there is nowhere else to go. What I WANT cant happen. What I WANT can never happen again....which destroys me. *sigh* I realize I am getting worse. I dont cry as much as when it first happened, now I am simply numb and just dont, and cant, care about anything. Sympathy for others is something I no longer know, which makes me a terrible person but its not something I can control. I want to be me again. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But I cant be me again. Because the old me died with CJ. The old me knew what love and happiness was. Now all I know is heartbreak, sadness, and anger. I want to go back to April 13th and MAKE CJ come back to Farmington with me. I want to insist that he leaves with me. Want, want, want. Thats all I am lately.....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8828916334117200200?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8828916334117200200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8828916334117200200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8828916334117200200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8699305684205976124</id><published>2010-11-20T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:33:40.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep trying to remember how happy I used to be. Sure I have been able to have some fun since it happened....but I have not been genuinely happy since that pinky promise on April 13th, 2010. Less than 24 hours before it happened...he pinky promised me that he would pick me up on the 16th for my vacation....that was the first, and only, pinky promise he ever broke... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Speaking of pinky promises being broken....I have broken mine to him. While laying with him in the hospital bed, I pinky promised him that I would take care of his family, and help them get through this. But dammit...I have failed. I have been of no help to the Twomey's. I havent done anything useful and that eats at me every single day. I want so badly to fix this, to make them happy again. I feel as though I am failing not only them, but CJ as well. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It is bad enough I failed him while he was alive, but now I am failing him when he is gone. I am the worst girlfriend ever...no wonder nobody wants to be with me. No wonder I have lost all of my friends. Am I the only one who couldnt see that I wasnt doing enough? Did I not see the signs that he was no longer happy? I just dont know what to think anymore....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8699305684205976124?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8699305684205976124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-keep-trying-to-remember-how-happy-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8699305684205976124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8699305684205976124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-keep-trying-to-remember-how-happy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7526447882302126213</id><published>2010-11-19T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:30:09.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tatante!</title><content type='html'>Even though my grief seems unbareable at times, life is still going on. Days continue to go by and today is no exception. BUT, it is my aunts birthday! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My aunt took me in 3 years ago when I left my parents house and had nowhere else to go. She feeds me, gives me a roof over my head, and anything else I need. Some days I am not as thankful as I should be so I will take today to say...thank you, Tatante, for all that you do for me. I love you so much and appreciate everything you do for me.. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINDA DUBOIS!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7526447882302126213?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7526447882302126213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-tatante.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7526447882302126213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7526447882302126213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-tatante.html' title='Happy Birthday Tatante!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6422091692193389317</id><published>2010-11-16T10:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:35:48.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I could get through this. I thought, as long as I keep him in my mind I can do this. I cant. I am sitting here sobbing hysterically because of something I read and nightmares I had. I just want him here. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I keep thinking about seeing him in the hospital. Keep thinking of that final kiss on his cheek. How I laid in that bed with him and held him one last time. How I didnt want to leave his side....not even for one minute. How all I could do was beg God to bring him back. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I dont know how to handle this. People gey annoyed with me being so sad, but guess what? They did not have to see what we saw. They did not see their loved one lay in a hospital bed with a fever so bad he had to be surrounded with ice packs and the room was like a freezer. They didnt have to see their fiances head wrapped in a bandage. They didnt wipe the blood off of his ear or see the swelling. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Nobody has a damn right to judge how sad I am. Nobody has the right to say anything negative about the way I am handling this. Because I am try as hard as I can. You live with the guilt of knowing about that gun. You live thinking about how horrid of a gf you must have been for him to do that. Then you can judge me.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6422091692193389317?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6422091692193389317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-thought-i-could-get-through-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6422091692193389317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6422091692193389317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-thought-i-could-get-through-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-1810029816722629749</id><published>2010-11-14T23:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:42:48.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear CJ</title><content type='html'>Everyone says you would want me to be happy....if you wanted me to be happy, why would you do this? Why would you take away the happiest Ive ever been?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My anger is beginning to fade; but it is not gone. I know you must have been hurting so badly to do something so final. I could have helped you....youre family could have helped you...I hope you can see how much we love you. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Please know that not a day goes by that I dont think of your gorgeous smile, your bright blue eyes, your warm hugs, and your loving kiss. You have a huge piece of my heart, a piece I will never get back and oddly, I am okay with that. I would rather you have taken it with you than give it to someone who never loved me at all. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Please know that no matter how angry I may be, no matter what I say or do, you were my everything. I may not be able to spend my life with you, or hold you every night, but I feel your arms around me every time I have a bad dream. I hear your laugh when I talk about the foolish things you have done. I feel your hand in mine when I walk alone. You are a part of me, and I am so thankful for that. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I thank God that i had the time I had with you. Nobody else can say that they spent the night before with you eating ice cream and giggling. Nobody else got that long sweet kiss at the end of the night. Nobody else got to kiss you through Lauren's car window. And nobody else got to make that final pinky promise &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I love you Christopher John Twomey. Always and Forever has a brand new meaning. Youre always in my heart. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Forever yours, &lt;br/&gt; Danielle&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-1810029816722629749?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/1810029816722629749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-cj.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/1810029816722629749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/1810029816722629749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-cj.html' title='Dear CJ'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-3667604236900808608</id><published>2010-11-10T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:45:40.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today I decided to go back to school in January for a semester until I get a date for the Air Force. I miss school, so much. I miss my friends, the campus, the classes, everything. Plus, if I get enough credits I will start basic as an E3 instead of an E1 meaning....MORE MONEY! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Thank you Ms. Labrie for making me realize that I can really do this!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-3667604236900808608?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/3667604236900808608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-today-i-decided-to-go-back-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3667604236900808608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3667604236900808608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-today-i-decided-to-go-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-9162710772077455241</id><published>2010-11-09T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:48:58.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really getting sick of these flashbacks....they scare me and always happen at the worst times. I was cashing someone out at work today and nearly burst into tears because everything about that day came rushing back. I have no idea what triggered it or why it happened but it wasw horrid. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I am still crying from it....why? Why wont they stop? Why is my life forever altered because of his stupid decision? I am so angry! I dont want to be mad at him but I am...I am so mad! I still have to live this life and when I am plagued by nightmares, even when I am awake, it makes life hell. It makes waking up every day hell. I just want this to stop...&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-9162710772077455241?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/9162710772077455241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-really-getting-sick-of-these.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/9162710772077455241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/9162710772077455241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-really-getting-sick-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4918719600058265741</id><published>2010-11-08T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:33:15.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So ive been told to make a list of things im thankful for. I shall try... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 1) My family. Even though we all fight constantly I know that they love me. My mom and I have had a rocky relationship...but the day CJ was in the hospital, she showed up without me even having to ask. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 2) the Twomey family. Even though I have lost them as a family, I am thankful that they have each other and that their love is so strong. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 3) My (FEW) friends. I really do not have many, but the ones who are there for me have proven that they really care. It boggles my mind that people who have never met me care more about me than people I have known for my whole life. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 4) My health. Granted I dont have the best health, and certainly not the best body, I am able to work, play, and learn. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 5) A job. I make decent money, work with decent people, and I am able to afford the things that I want which is more than a lot of people can say. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 6) Love. I may not have CJ in my life now, but he taught me how to love. He showed me that I can do anything and that it is possible to love me. He showed me laughter, and happiness. He showed me things that I will never forget. He taught me to love and to live, and for that I am forever thankful. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I am sure there are a lot of other things I should be thankful for....but right now this is the best I can do.... &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4918719600058265741?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4918719600058265741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-ive-been-told-to-make-list-of-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4918719600058265741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4918719600058265741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-ive-been-told-to-make-list-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5342561122686710221</id><published>2010-11-07T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:52:56.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Write my feelings....not sure if you all want to hear them but okay... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 1) i hate life. I hate waking up everyday and not seeing that smile &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 2) i hate death. Death took the love of my life away from me &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 3) i hate guns, i hate bullets &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 4) i hate myself. How the FUCK did i not realize this was coming &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 5) i hate jettas. All jettas. Mostly silver ones. What if one of them is his? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 6) i hate maine. I hate auburn. I hate farmington. I hate mass. I hate haverhill. I hate andover. I hate the loop. I hate any place we went together because we will never go there together again. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 7) i hate being judged. Every time someone looks at me i can feel it. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 8) i hate people being afraid to talk to me. I WANT TO TALK DAMMIT! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 9) i hate that i lost his family and i lost my friends &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 10) i hate when people blame me for this when they get mad at me &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 11) i hate that i have to even write this shit.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5342561122686710221?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5342561122686710221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/write-my-feelings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5342561122686710221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5342561122686710221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/11/write-my-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2638316229105664074</id><published>2010-10-24T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:25:44.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Would I Be Without My Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Thanks lovies, you always know how to make me laugh when I don't even want to smile. I can never thank you guys enough for wiping away my tears when I cry, making me giggle when I feel like the world is crashing down around me, and making me laugh so I hard it hurts. You guys make life worth living whenever there are doubts. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSkLt9aAtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WJqbbleGrFw/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSkLt9aAtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WJqbbleGrFw/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531726763540480722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSkLRV17QI/AAAAAAAAAck/sJRdPeV338o/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSkLRV17QI/AAAAAAAAAck/sJRdPeV338o/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531726755858345218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSjd9y6-MI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CcSZr7uHT0M/s1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSjd9y6-MI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CcSZr7uHT0M/s320/43.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531725977517488322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSjdrZLA4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/93C8H6OFDbw/s1600/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSjdrZLA4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/93C8H6OFDbw/s320/54.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531725972577649538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSjc9ou0kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/GykxSJ3wkyE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSjc9ou0kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/GykxSJ3wkyE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531725960294879810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2638316229105664074?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2638316229105664074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-would-i-be-without-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2638316229105664074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2638316229105664074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-would-i-be-without-my-friends.html' title='Where Would I Be Without My Friends?'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TMSkLt9aAtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WJqbbleGrFw/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5128589603068116915</id><published>2010-10-24T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:54:43.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Brie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Just because her eyes don't tear doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry. Just because she comes off strong, doesn't mean there's nothing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I would like everyone to remember that...just because you see me once and I seem happy, that does not mean that I am. Just because there are no tears on my face, doesn't mean that I can't feel the hole in my heart. Just because I act strong for everyone else, doesn't mean I don't feel the weakest I have ever been. Give me a break guys....I am really trying! But what does that matter right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5128589603068116915?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5128589603068116915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/10/thanks-brie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5128589603068116915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5128589603068116915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/10/thanks-brie.html' title='Thanks Brie'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-3529474856246250570</id><published>2010-10-14T08:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:01:34.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 horrible months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TLbxHJt8eNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/foMbcfGqPDc/4466_1082009217194_1435234634_30286450_5689174_n_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TLbxHJt8eNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/foMbcfGqPDc/s400/4466_1082009217194_1435234634_30286450_5689174_n_1.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;How am i still breathing? &lt;br/&gt; How am i making it through the days? &lt;br/&gt; How am i waking up every morning? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I dont know how to do this....it hurts so much. He took a piece of me with him when he died.....a piece I will never ever get back. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I miss him so much.... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; CJ youre my everything....always and forever has a bramd new meaning....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-3529474856246250570?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/3529474856246250570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-horrible-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3529474856246250570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3529474856246250570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-horrible-months.html' title='6 horrible months...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/TLbxHJt8eNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/foMbcfGqPDc/s72-c/4466_1082009217194_1435234634_30286450_5689174_n_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-580163944570500783</id><published>2010-09-27T00:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:27:35.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Good About Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I am trying to be positive...and some days it works great. But it's nights alone like this that break my heart....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-580163944570500783?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/580163944570500783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-good-about-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/580163944570500783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/580163944570500783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-good-about-goodbye.html' title='Nothing Good About Goodbye'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-327114244515467921</id><published>2010-09-22T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:52:13.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want A Whisper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I used to get so excited when CJ would whisper (message) me on WoW when he wasn't in Farmington...people have been whispering me the past few days and every time I get one my heart sinks because he used to be the only person who would whisper me. It is silly things like this that bring tears to my eyes and break my heart all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I haven't been home in about a week, been hanging out in Farmington...heading home tomorrow and hopefully I will finally calm down. Can't handle this anxiety crap anymore! Tomorrow I being getting really serious about losing weight since there is no way I am going to ship out unless I lose 5 pounds....preferably 10, but I don't see that happening. I just really wish I had a work out buddy who could kick my ass, I need that right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-327114244515467921?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/327114244515467921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-want-whisper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/327114244515467921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/327114244515467921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-want-whisper.html' title='I Just Want A Whisper...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5596321256273007052</id><published>2010-09-21T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:27:48.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW Just Isn't The Same...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Played a whole lot of WoW last night....Natya finally hit 70 :) I do know he would be proud of that. But it just is not the same. I miss him sitting next to me nerd raging and yelling at silly noobs and giving me that sweet smile every so often. I miss his pally saving my ass from stupid murlocs...I miss him. I started playing this so we could have something to do together and now to play alone, it is very hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I suppose this is silly...I suppose some will think this is ridiculous....but for me it is yet another reality check that the love of my life is gone and he is not coming back. Some days it doesn't hit so hard, some days it's just like he is gone to work, but then reality sets in and I know that is not the case. I have dreams sometimes where he is alive and when I wake up it is like being hit in the stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss his blue eyes, his gorgeous smile, his silly laugh, the way he would throw me over his shoulder if I was bad because he knew I could not keep from laughing. I miss falling asleep on the couch rubbing each others feet, I miss baking cakes together, I miss sneaking around Poppa's apartment with the nerf gun and scaring him. I miss going to Shaws EVERY DAY because he had to see if the food selection had changed. I miss shopping with him. I miss stealing his clothes. I miss EVERYTHING about him. I would give anything to fight with him right now, to be in tears, to hear hateful words, because AT LEAST he would be alive, and I would be able to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel like such a jerk, but when I see people crying over a silly break up I get angry. At least that guy/girl is still alive, you can still see him, talk to him, there is still a chance that it will work out for them. For me...there is no chance, there is no calling and hearing his voice, there is no chance that I will run into him somewhere and that, that is just devestating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5596321256273007052?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5596321256273007052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow-just-isnt-same.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5596321256273007052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5596321256273007052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow-just-isnt-same.html' title='WoW Just Isn&apos;t The Same...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5594930552866052220</id><published>2010-09-20T18:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:26:59.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Who Can Try To Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I had a long talk with a friend who recently lost her boyfriend in a car accident. It was nice to have a conversation with someone who has SOME idea of how I feel. They were very different circumstances but we both lost the love of our lives in tragic ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It breaks my heart that she is going through a lot of the same things that I am...because I know how much she is hurting. She was so sweet and an amazing listener and I like to think I was as well. It is a conversation that I truly hope will not be our last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was tough to get into, because we both wanted to talk about it but at the same time didn't want to talk about it at all. Thanks V, you are a great friend, and I am so sorry for your loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5594930552866052220?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5594930552866052220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/someone-who-can-try-to-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5594930552866052220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5594930552866052220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/someone-who-can-try-to-understand.html' title='Someone Who Can Try To Understand'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5926875958892946719</id><published>2010-09-17T12:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:27:17.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTB Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;SO it's so awesome how all of these adults are SO proud of me, the ones who are most proud are ones that I have never even met! But when it comes to hanging out with somebody on the weekend? FORGET IT! Everyone is too buy for Danielle....as usual. Seriously people do not seem to get that when I leave Maine, I will be back to visit but I am NOT coming back to stay. Once I start quick shipping, hopefully in a few weeks, I could leave any day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yeah I am whining. But I do not want to spend my last few weeks/months alone! I hate sitting at home, I really do. I have no cable and  no internet, I can only work out for so long, and dammit I really get lonely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I realize this is a stupid rant, but when CJ was here I was never alone. If he wasn't by my side he was simply a phone call away....now I have nobody, and I am too social of a person to live like this, I really, truly am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5926875958892946719?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5926875958892946719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/wtb-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5926875958892946719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5926875958892946719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/wtb-friends.html' title='WTB Friends?'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8715091516141996335</id><published>2010-09-16T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:34:52.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially sworn into USAF DEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Last night I was approved to go to MEPS. I was so shocked. Ironic how on the 5th month anniversary of CJ's death I was FINALLY approved to move on with the process I have been trying so hard to do. And on DAYNA'S birthday I swore in! Such a bittersweet day today was...I wish CJ could have been there to see me swear in...but I am sure he was watching with pride...I hope so anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I do not know when I am shipping out nor do I know what job I have, so no asking yet :) All I know right now is that I need to drop a few pounds and soon I will begin to do quick ship, meaning every ship out date I will be at MEPS hoping someone backed out of a job that I am qualified for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I would also like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAYNA! I LOVE AND MISS YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8715091516141996335?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8715091516141996335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/officially-sworn-into-usaf-dep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8715091516141996335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8715091516141996335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/officially-sworn-into-usaf-dep.html' title='Officially sworn into USAF DEP'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6471706721298334608</id><published>2010-09-15T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:10:23.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months too long....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's been 5 months since that horrid day in April where I had to say goodbye to my love and my best friend. I still, every day, wonder what went wrong, wonder why he did it, wonder how I could not have prevented it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;For those of you who have shown me support, I thank you so very much. I do not think I would be able to get through this without all of your help. I continue to blame myself every day for this....and in doing so I continue to lose friends; off of Facebook and in real life. Having people bail on you at a time like this is probably the most devastating thing that could happen...but people think that I am too negative, that I need to "get over it" and that I need to move on. It is just really not that simple and I realize people do not understand that...which is a blessing and a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hope nobody EVER has to go through this, I just wish people could understand that I do not know what I want. I change my mind every five minutes. I am fine one second and the next I am bawling...it is NOT something I can control. It is NOT something I want to be going through....but what am I to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;My life has changed so drastically, in ways I never could have imagined. None of which have been positive....but again, what am I to do? I hear a song and I lose it, I sit at home alone and have anxiety attacks....How can I change that?!? The answer is simply, I can't. Not right now anyways. So please...understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6471706721298334608?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6471706721298334608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/5-months-too-long.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6471706721298334608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6471706721298334608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/09/5-months-too-long.html' title='5 Months too long....'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4465539498128773024</id><published>2010-08-12T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:59:14.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Well I survived the two flights home, even though I was absolutely terrified! Not a fan of take offs or turbulance, may have made myself look like a baby a few times but hey, I did it with no medication!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The trip was amazing, but there were definitely sad points like I knew there would be. When we walked into the Harry Potter part of Universal I was dumbfounded but my heart sank. CJ would have loved it, he was so excited to go with me this summer. Somehow it did not feel right to be smiling and laughing when I did not have him by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I found myself looking through the glass door at the house, looking at the pond, and feeling so guilty that CJ wasn't there with me. If he was still here, we would be married and living in a place like that, and life would be perfect. But he isn't here....life isn't perfect....and I have to accept that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;In other news, I go down to Meps Sunday night to process Monday morning! I am SO glad that this is finally happening I need to be gone for Christmas. No, running away will not help any, but I can sure as hell hope it makes it somewhat easier. I would rather have a TI screaming in my face then be reminded over and over again that my beloved fiance is not there to spend Christmas with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;*sigh* I REALLY MISS HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4465539498128773024?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4465539498128773024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4465539498128773024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4465539498128773024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home....'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5296142732218872454</id><published>2010-08-04T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:06:59.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I was always supposed to go to Florida this summer...CJ and I were supposed to get married and move to Florida near Darrin...tomorrow I go to Florida with a family I absolutely adore...but it's not mine...I am so very happy that I was included and I am sure it will be a great time but I am scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I have only been to Florida once, when I was in 8th grade...I never saw myself going back without him. It is going to be hard to see what I am missing....but I am hoping a great time is coming. I worked 7 days in a row, I need some relaxation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Lately I have had the best support from someone I could ask for. This person has been my best friend since elementary school and I thank God for him every day. I don't think I would make it through without him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5296142732218872454?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5296142732218872454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/08/florida-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5296142732218872454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5296142732218872454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/08/florida-tomorrow.html' title='Florida Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-3004007667041059326</id><published>2010-07-28T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:06:34.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Last night I went back to Poppa's apartment in Haverhill, which is where CJ lived for almost the whole time we were together. When we pulled into the driveway, my heart sank. As much as I love Brie, I should not have been there with her, I should have been there with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;So many firsts happened there. The first time I said I love you, the first time I played WoW *blush*, among many other memories I prefer to keep close to my heart. Besides his parents and his brother, that's where I met a lot of his family and their friends. I saw the town where he was born, I saw where his parents grew up, we ate at Harrisons...yum. It's just not right that the place I practically lived for a summer does not belong to us anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Poppa changed the entire place around, which is probably for the best. I was okay when I first walked in, looked around, had some memories flash through my head. When Poppa showed me what he did to "our room" my heart sank. I LOVE what he did to the place, but that room...it absolutely destroyed me to see it without his clothes thrown everywhere, without Panda and Baby Panda, without the lovely smell I had grown accustomed to, without his messy bed thrown together, without his laptop sitting next to the couch, without....him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;It was so bittersweet to be there. I was SO happy to see Poppa and Grammie and Paul. It had been far too long. We talked a but about CJ, but we talked about other things as well, such as the fact that Poppa's AC died, and Christmas vacation plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I knew it would be tough to go there, but I am very glad that I did. I love you guys&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-3004007667041059326?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/3004007667041059326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3004007667041059326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3004007667041059326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-back.html' title='Going Back...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7477638593912139569</id><published>2010-07-27T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:53:40.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Things To Keep In Mind About Me Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;1) He loved me, with all that he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;2) This was NOT my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;3) Just because I don't cry in public everyday does not mean I am not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;4) People need to stop talking about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;5) I am joining the Air Force for more reasons than one, support me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;6) I will love again...someday. Don't rush me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;7) I don't compare everyone to him, there would be no comparison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;8) I'm not capable of loving anyone right now, myself included&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;9) If my grief is too much to handle, remove me from your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;10) Thank you for making me realize who my true friends are, I have like two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;11) If you have $h!t to say, say it to me, not all of your little friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;12) Christopher John Twomey was the love of my life. We were going to be married this summer. See how weddings MIGHT JUST MAKE ME SAD?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;13) If you don't like my Facebook statuses, hit the "remove friend" button then hit yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;14) I can't sleep alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;15) I burst into tears for what seems like no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;16) I hate being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;17) I hate being reminded that he is not coming back. I got it, THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;18) I am losing a family that I should have gained this summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;19) Don't start rumors, want the truth? ASK DAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;20) I'm not a bitch, I am grieving, and everyone is turning on me. See why I MIGHT JUST GET UPSET???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7477638593912139569?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7477638593912139569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/07/20-things-to-keep-in-mind-about-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7477638593912139569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7477638593912139569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/07/20-things-to-keep-in-mind-about-me.html' title='20 Things To Keep In Mind About Me Right Now'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6551455462074190780</id><published>2010-07-20T13:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:40:21.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Only Hurts When I Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people think that I am over it...I am far from over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people have forgotten the trauma I live each and every day...I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people don't and can't understand this pain...I don't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people have said they wish they could take the pain for me....I wouldn't wish that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people don't know what to say....I get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people have distanced themselves from me...I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people don't realize the love I had/have for him....I know they can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people have stopped calling...I wish they wouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people were there for me the week it happened...I long for them to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many people have never lost someone like this....I thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found a song that fits me perfectly. It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing by Shania Twain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It only hurts when I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart only breaks when it's beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dreams only die when I'm dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I hold my breath, to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone who wants to say that I should just get over it, anyone who says I don't care, well quite frankly, they can all go to hell. I miss CJ with every ounce of my being. Not a second goes by that I do no think of him, I see him in everything that I do. At work, on the beach, in the car, in the trees, EVERYWHERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6551455462074190780?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6551455462074190780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-only-hurts-when-i-breathe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6551455462074190780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6551455462074190780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-only-hurts-when-i-breathe.html' title='It Only Hurts When I Breathe'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7716083918554814352</id><published>2010-07-19T11:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:01:32.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Terrified</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was set against coming back on here....the only reason I made a blog was for CJ and now that he is not here....well....what is the point? I just finished reading Hallie's and decided that maybe this could help me, and if nothing else, others can maybe understand why I don't answer their calls or their texts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;April 14th, 2010 was by far the worst day of my life. My fiancee chose to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. Of course the moment it happened the rumors began to fly. The few I have heard are 1) I cheated on him and thats why he did it, 2) I broke up with him, and 3) we were fighting. These are not true. CJ and I had an amazing day together on April 12th, the Monday before it happened. We went shopping and had a blast, he was so sweet and I thought that things had finally reached the point where all of our plans would become possible. He dropped me off at school that night and I cried, I didn't want him to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;April 13th, Tuesday night. My friends, Chelsea, Lauren, and I went to Auburn to bring CJ some stuff he had left behind the night before, and to grab an ice cream...had I known what the next day was going to bring I never would have gone to see him. See, had I not been able to get a ride on Tuesday, he was going to come up and get his stuff Wednesday morning, meaning he never would have been at his house when he was....Anyways, after we got ice cream and were getting ready to head back to Farmington, I got this sick feeling in my gut and started sobbing my eyes out. I begged CJ to come with me back to school. I just wanted him to spend the night with me. I begged and pleaded and cried, but he refused but PROMISED me, PINKY PROMISED ME that he would pick me up on Friday so we could spend my vacation together....needless to say....he broke that promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;April 14th, 2010, I went to my practicum hours that morning with a heavy heart because I was sad that CJ did not come back with me. When he woke up that morning he was acting very odd when he was texting me. We got into a deep conversation and I knew something was up...but I never dreamed it would end up this way...I left practicum and called him and he seemed okay, just a bit worried because he knew  serious conversation was about to take place. I wished him luck and went on my way to Psych class. During the last 15 minutes of my class he called, but I ignored it because I could not answer. Had I known that would be his last call to me....I would have answered in a second. I texted him and told him that I would call when I was out of class. When he texted me back I knew....He said "I am so sorry for this, always and forever." I began to panic and told him not to talk like that, I told him I was going to call his mom. Class got over and i called him at least 20 times....no answer. I called our friend Darrin and he had received a text as well. I knew it then...I called his mom and all she could do was scream "I'm so sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I collapsed to my dorm room floor....I knew he had the gun in his car....I had seen it the night before....but he had a good explanation for it so I believed him. I screamed, what I screamed I will never remember. That whole day is a complete blur to me...But I screamed and I screamed, until a CA knocked on my door. I opened it and collapsed to the floor again....crying and screaming. What happens next is all a blur and all I know is what people told me. I got a text from my friend Brianne asking if I wanted to go shopping..my response was, CJ is dead. She was by my side in a matter of minutes. The cops came, the Dorm Advisor came, apparently even a counselor was there. I just kept screaming at them to let me leave. Finally Lauren showed up and we headed to Auburn. We had to stop at a Dunkin Donuts because I had to pee and get sick...it was awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When we got to the hospital and I saw his parents, I nearly got sick....it was horrible. To see them crying the way they were was so sad to me. His dad brought me into the room and when I saw CJ laying in that bed, I nearly collapsed. His brother was by my side holding me up and holding my hand. The sight I saw....I can't and won't describe. But that wasn't my baby in that bed...that was whatever demons had taken over him. He was on machines so it looked like he was still breathing which made it even harder for me to accept that he wasn't going to wake up. I held his hand, I kissed his cheek, I yelled at him, I cried to him, I begged and pleaded to him....but nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I do know that he was hearing us though....I prefer to keep those signs to myself as they are all I have left of him...but I do not have a doubt that he knew the pain we were feeling and he knew the anger and sadness and he felt bad for causing it. That night I stayed in the hospital but I could not sty in the room with him. That was not how CJ and I slept....he cuddled with me, and snored so bad I would beat him with a pillow....I didn't want our last night together to be me in a chair next to him like that....the next day as no better....we were faced with heart wrenching facts and decisions that needed to be made. We were asked to leave for a few hours...that was not helpful...We went back to his parents house where I nearly was sick. That driveway was where it happened....the dogs were happy to see me, but then looked around me as if to ask where CJ was. I never wenth there without CJ....they still do it whenever I go and visit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I went to shower and broke down in tears because I did not know how to work it....I sat on the floor and cried until my friend got it situated for me. She also had brought me a bunch of his stuff, which I shared with his family. We went back to the hospital that night to say our final goodbyes....the room was full of his friends and family. They all said their goodbyes until it was just his parents, his brother and I. I looked at him, held his hand, put my head on his chest, told him I loved him, and left the room..I could not bare it anymore. I went back to the waiting area and was swamped with hugs...if only I could have had a hug from him....even one last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The days have gone on in a blur. For a month I was a zombie, I could barely get out of bed, some days I had to remind myself to breathe. I went back to school and finished the semester, but not happily. I never want to go back there...that was our get away. No parents, no adults, just us. That was where he proposed to me on October 31, 2009. That was where so many tears were shed over military things, fights, broken friendships. Thats where we would be nerds and play WoW for hours and hours. Thats where there was so much love....I am sobbing right now so this is where I will end...I wish this made me feel better but in reality it doesn't. He is not coming back, my baby, the love of my life, the man I was supposed to have a life with...he is gone, but he will be forever in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7716083918554814352?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7716083918554814352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-terrified.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7716083918554814352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7716083918554814352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-terrified.html' title='I Am Terrified'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2103558469009753143</id><published>2010-04-30T12:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:54:07.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher John “CJ”  Twomey Will be Forever Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S9sKu7M5JdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fzMhUUSC9o4/s1600/29588_10150176421305422_503370421_12074110_1353375_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S9sKZq37mxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cgtqxM0mskM/s1600/13324_1310842257877_1435234634_30805872_6095691_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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2010 Danielle said her final good bye to her fiancée CJ Twomey. He passed away unexpectedly. This left his family and friends shocked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; Please take a moment to read CJ’s &lt;a href="http://www.asimas.com/ASIMAS/lynchbros/obituaryDescription.jsp?domain_id=244&amp;amp;deceased_id=223317"&gt;obituary&lt;/a&gt; his family wrote this even in their time of sadness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also take a moment to sign guest book. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;For those of us who knew CJ we will forever feel the shock of his death. We will miss his laugh, his smile, and his ability to make out the good in any situation. CJ was an amazing person who made an impression on everyone who knew him. My family knew CJ for a night and they even feel the sadness of his passing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Danielle has received a huge amount of support from her family and friends. All of us need to be there for her no matter what. Even after the services she needs our support. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;One way you can help out CJ’s family is by making a donation to a fund set up by friends of CJ’s parents. The fund is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;called the "Twomey Family Benefit” for the family to use as they see fit – for funeral expenses, for a memorial for CJ or maybe even to just be able to get away as a family and spend time grieving the loss of their beloved son. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;A donation can be made at any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;TD Bank and ask to make a donation to the "Twomey Family Benefit" (these exact words must be used). If, however, you do not have a TD Bank near you (as they are only located on the East Coast) you can simply mail a check to:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;TD Bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;200 US Route 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Falmouth, ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;04105&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Make Checks payable to Twomey Family Benefit, also include those words in the memo line. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Remember that we all need someone to lean on in our times of need and please be there for Danielle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Thank you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S9sKu7M5JdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fzMhUUSC9o4/s1600/29588_10150176421305422_503370421_12074110_1353375_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S9sKu7M5JdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fzMhUUSC9o4/s320/29588_10150176421305422_503370421_12074110_1353375_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465974374026257874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2103558469009753143?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2103558469009753143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/04/christopher-john-cj-twomey-will-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2103558469009753143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2103558469009753143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/04/christopher-john-cj-twomey-will-be.html' title='Christopher John “CJ”  Twomey Will be Forever Missed'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S9sKZq37mxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cgtqxM0mskM/s72-c/13324_1310842257877_1435234634_30805872_6095691_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-352155069731281637</id><published>2010-04-14T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:03:38.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HvZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So for those of you who don't know what HvZ is, it is Humans vs Zombies and it is the bane of my existence. See here is the scoop; half of the people are humans and half are zombies. They run around trying to hit each other with nerf guns or sock mace things and are a total pain to the entire campus population who is not playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I like to walk out of or walk in to my dorm late at night and be jumped, it gets quite old. I mean really people? We are in college! GIVE ME A BREAK! FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ranting.....damn game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhlS0ZnTD8Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhlS0ZnTD8Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-352155069731281637?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/352155069731281637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/04/hvz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/352155069731281637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/352155069731281637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/04/hvz.html' title='HvZ'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4827371408214900335</id><published>2010-04-12T22:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:41:41.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Miss Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well CJ leaves this week for Texas...he is going to be gone for 2 months :( I am going to miss him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S8PY79xEQ9I/AAAAAAAAAak/N_G3W0sH1UM/s1600/DSCF1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S8PY79xEQ9I/AAAAAAAAAak/N_G3W0sH1UM/s320/DSCF1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459445698007417810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of our last kisses :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S8PY8nzxfGI/AAAAAAAAAas/kztDiabODho/s1600/DSCF1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S8PY8nzxfGI/AAAAAAAAAas/kztDiabODho/s320/DSCF1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459445709293059170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't mind the tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S8PY9OPE28I/AAAAAAAAAa0/GTXGSbB4Oqo/s1600/DSCF1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S8PY9OPE28I/AAAAAAAAAa0/GTXGSbB4Oqo/s320/DSCF1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459445719608122306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwYEvz5W1gU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwYEvz5W1gU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4827371408214900335?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4827371408214900335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-gonna-miss-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4827371408214900335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4827371408214900335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-gonna-miss-him.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Miss Him'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S8PY79xEQ9I/AAAAAAAAAak/N_G3W0sH1UM/s72-c/DSCF1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-3502773331526709988</id><published>2010-04-05T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:14:00.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;HOLY CRAP! I woke up this morning to 18 notifications on Facebook, ALL of which said Happy Birthday! Then I checked it a few hours later and there were 12 more, then I checked it again and there were 16 more! I knew I had great friends but I never realized I had so many people who cared! THANKS EVERYBODY! Today is a busy day but you have all made it a lot easier and much more enjoyable. (Not to mention all the texts I received as well!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The sun is shining and my amazing boyfriend is waiting for me in my room, what more could I ask for on my birthday! Love you all and thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eH3giaIzONA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eH3giaIzONA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-3502773331526709988?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/3502773331526709988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3502773331526709988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3502773331526709988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow_05.html' title='WOW!!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7598044638573341348</id><published>2010-03-25T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:22:46.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruins Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yay! In like 11 hours Brie and I will be on our way to the Boston Bruins game and believe me, after the past 2 days I need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in and out of the hospital the past 2 days because it appears I have ovarian cysts :( ickyyy! Thankfully mine isn't too big, only 2 cm but lemme tell you, IT FELT FREAKING HUGE! Think about the sharpest thing you can think of stabbing you in the ovaries, oh yeah NOT pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S6rkoPQFzMI/AAAAAAAAAac/_4VlUiY-rXM/s1600/ovarian-cyst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S6rkoPQFzMI/AAAAAAAAAac/_4VlUiY-rXM/s320/ovarian-cyst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452421678825327810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thankfully mine is not that big, but that is something that could happen :( It is terrifying! And it hurts! Ugh Bruins BETTER win, that's all I have to say lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss my boyfriend :( While I have been going through all this is is soaking up the sun in Florida with his family, lucky duck! I am super jealous, but I know he is worried about me so I feel bad for making him worry :( He will be home soon though and he has promised a tummy rub so I am content :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7598044638573341348?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7598044638573341348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/bruins-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7598044638573341348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7598044638573341348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/bruins-game.html' title='Bruins Game!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S6rkoPQFzMI/AAAAAAAAAac/_4VlUiY-rXM/s72-c/ovarian-cyst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4850655894177830410</id><published>2010-03-18T01:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:37:05.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sure there are not many women who are excited to hit 40, but about an hour ago, NATYA HIT LEVEL 40! WHOO HOO! I don't suck at WoW as much as I thought I would! Ha I am guessing no one is as excited as I am but ya know...it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, my birthday is in 18 days! Whoo hoo! 19 here I come! Such a lame age but whatever, another year older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYA0GO-07XE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYA0GO-07XE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4850655894177830410?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4850655894177830410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/40-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4850655894177830410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4850655894177830410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/40-baby.html' title='40 Baby!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-48733689360758202</id><published>2010-03-12T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:44:51.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW Update :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yepp, Natya hit 30 last night! I was very impressed :) Thank to those of you who have helped me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home here in a few minutes, gotta tumble tomorrow! I am excited, I LOVE going to Duziaks with Stephen and Mike, and CJ is going to come watch too! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a41s4IMyamQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a41s4IMyamQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-48733689360758202?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/48733689360758202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/48733689360758202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/48733689360758202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-update.html' title='WoW Update :)'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6142306073014512324</id><published>2010-03-08T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:00:49.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Cheering Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S5Us9IqLOxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Zx0uE-9EQ2Q/s1600-h/26188_1348000590972_1560042052_30850009_5133756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S5Us9IqLOxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Zx0uE-9EQ2Q/s320/26188_1348000590972_1560042052_30850009_5133756_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446308753182505746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S5Us9CKnYwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/RS6Ed3K4i9k/s1600-h/26188_1348000390967_1560042052_30850004_8096938_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S5Us9CKnYwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/RS6Ed3K4i9k/s320/26188_1348000390967_1560042052_30850004_8096938_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446308751439520514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh how I miss this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIb6AZdTr-A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIb6AZdTr-A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6142306073014512324?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6142306073014512324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-old-cheering-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6142306073014512324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6142306073014512324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-old-cheering-days.html' title='Good Old Cheering Days'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S5Us9IqLOxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Zx0uE-9EQ2Q/s72-c/26188_1348000590972_1560042052_30850009_5133756_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2346112800589143971</id><published>2010-03-05T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:03:55.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Gamer Girlfriend?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD COME!?!?!? I, Danielle Dubois, have an official WoW character of my own! Her name is Natya and she is currently a level 19 mage! Haha CJ helped me set up an account and honestly I really am having fun with it! I know I have always been anti WoW but it is really cool that CJ and I can have something in common that we both like to do. Of course I will NEVER be as good as he is, I like to think I am doing okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post and I know it has been a while but I have been leveling xD haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJyJwbAa1i8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJyJwbAa1i8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2346112800589143971?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2346112800589143971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-gamer-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2346112800589143971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2346112800589143971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-gamer-girlfriend.html' title='I&apos;m A Gamer Girlfriend?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5657341664236367593</id><published>2010-02-25T18:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:59:47.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What A Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night my friend Brie and I decided we would go to a hockey game at 9:45 pm. It had been raining off and on all day but it didn't seem to be a big deal. The ride there was fine, we grabbed a bite to eat and went to the game. After two periods we decided that our team was boring to watch so we decided to head out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We both needed to grab a few things from Wal Mart, so we figured since we were already in Waterville, we would just stop there. We ended up being there until midnight! When we left, it had started snowing and the roads were beginning to get slushy...uh oh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So we were driving and we felt the car slip a bit but it seemed like everything was under control....until the last swerve....Brie thought she had gotten the car back under control so she did was any person would do, and one of the worst things you can do while sliding.....brake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next part seemed like it took forever to happen when in reality it could not have been more than a few seconds. We slid, and spun to the other side of the road and went into a ditch on my side. My thought process was insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The whole time we were sliding I could hear myself say to Bire, "relax, you got this, relax, we're going to be okay." I noticed no cars were coming so I was very grateful for that. I realized we were going off the side of the road into the ditch, so I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and waited for the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the car finally stopped the first thing I checked was to make sure Brie was okay. She was very shaken, but physically fine. I then realized my body was numb from the adrenaline and even if I was hurt I would not have felt it. I checked the window, fine, I checked my body, not a scratch. I then started feeling the pounding in my head and realized I had hit my head off of the passenger window. Damn did it hurt! I then felt the twinge in my neck, and the very painful spot in my back. It can't be anything serious because here I sit typing this, but it still really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had to wait 45 minutes for the tow truck, mind you we called AAA at around ten past twelve at night....so it was very cold. The car is okay, both passenger side doors are dented and the car needs a serious front end alignment but other than that, it was quite a trooper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In reality we were only 30 mins from campus, according to the GPS, but we took it very slow, because we were both shaking and nervous. We finally got home safe at 2am! Neither of us went to our classes today because we are sore and exhausted, but we talked to our teachers and they fully understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow I am heading to Auburn to see my soldier! I am so excited but it is supposed to snow a lot so Brie and I are nervous now to travel. We'll be okay though. A lot of people have asked why we don't just stay on campus, but, 1) she needs to get her car checked out, 2) she doesn't want to go alone, and 3) I gotta see my babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So keep us in your prayers for tomorrow and wish us a safe trip because we need it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qT4f9gfCJvk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qT4f9gfCJvk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5657341664236367593?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5657341664236367593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-what-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5657341664236367593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5657341664236367593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh What A Night'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6575436576542677058</id><published>2010-02-22T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:00:10.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HE'S HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out what is next for Ssgt Twomey &lt;a href="http://wonderfulworldofweiners.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy my baby is home :) He has a boo boo or too, but check out the whole story by going to his mom's blog above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU CHRISTOPHER JOHN TWOMEY AND YOU MAKE ME SO PROUD IN EVERYTHING THAT YOU DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6575436576542677058?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6575436576542677058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6575436576542677058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6575436576542677058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-home.html' title='HE&apos;S HOME!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5656938061721068207</id><published>2010-02-20T17:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:37:06.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, spring vacation number one wasn't exactly the best. I worked, went tanning, and dealt with the dramatic people of Auburn. This is the first time I have actually been glad to be back in Farmington, weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much to say, this week was pretty lame. I had to come back to UMF today instead of tomorrow because I have to work at good old DD tomorrow morning at 8am....oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the boyfriend but hey that is no surprise, missing cheering, and so glad to be back on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhpFwpu0mGw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhpFwpu0mGw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5656938061721068207?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5656938061721068207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5656938061721068207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5656938061721068207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4307154531496865447</id><published>2010-02-11T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:48:08.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My love, My life, My soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S3QlS4rV20I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VL-BFS8yjpU/s1600-h/20546_1252155816471_1006781465_30629219_7393343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S3QlS4rV20I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VL-BFS8yjpU/s320/20546_1252155816471_1006781465_30629219_7393343_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437011656525077314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Pictures! I had to post this one because even though CJ is in Afghanistan he still is being his silly self with his cheesy grin :) I was so excited to see that he posted pictures last night. It is so nice to see his face. A face that I miss so much. I am doing alright at the moment, these pictures definitely have helped me come to terms with things. All I can do is support him 100% and wait for his phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S3Qlv7tOeYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/rtrsRu8GF3Y/s1600-h/20546_1252155856472_1006781465_30629220_7960775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S3Qlv7tOeYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/rtrsRu8GF3Y/s320/20546_1252155856472_1006781465_30629220_7960775_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437012155554494850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore this, of course we are all worried about him and he can still make me laugh! What a goober :) I would like to thank everyone that has been so supportive of me, CJ, and his family at times like this. It is sooooo needed and even just saying one kind word can brighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Ssgt Twomey. Stay safe, come home soon, and remember, I'll see you later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWrMeBR8W-c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWrMeBR8W-c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4307154531496865447?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4307154531496865447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love-my-life-my-soldier.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4307154531496865447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4307154531496865447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love-my-life-my-soldier.html' title='My love, My life, My soldier'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S3QlS4rV20I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VL-BFS8yjpU/s72-c/20546_1252155816471_1006781465_30629219_7393343_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6749913161991971645</id><published>2010-02-10T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:02:05.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GET ME OUT OF THIS ROOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; am sick of being in here! It is awful! Spring vacation number one starts Friday, I can't wait to go home and be around people that care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is going to be a busy night. I have class 230-330, tumbling 430-6ish, practice 7-9, then studying my tush off with Lyndsay for our Ecology test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have slept so much the past few days, why am I still so tired? Ughhhh I am simply drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S3MCP9R3s7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RPZAZplu-eY/s1600-h/exhausted.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S3MCP9R3s7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RPZAZplu-eY/s320/exhausted.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436691648337130418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWEI8Y91dQ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWEI8Y91dQ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6749913161991971645?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6749913161991971645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-me-out-of-this-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6749913161991971645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6749913161991971645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-me-out-of-this-room.html' title='GET ME OUT OF THIS ROOM!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S3MCP9R3s7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RPZAZplu-eY/s72-c/exhausted.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5237998225451335778</id><published>2010-02-08T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:30:48.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake A Smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is what I have been doing today. I woke up sick, like, super sick. I think it may be because of stress and the fact that I tossed and turned all night. I didn't even leave my room today except to go to dinner. I need to get off my butt, good thing I have cheering tonight....and thank God for Jordyn, she has been trying so hard to keep me positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that once the cupcakes my Memere made me are gone it is time to eat healthy, work out, and get in better shape. If CJ is working his tush off I feel that I should be too! He has already started working hard and training hard so it is time for me to step up and do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the WHOLE Twomey family knows, I am here for you all. I love you all, and I hope that you guys will talk to me when you need someone to lean on....you guys really are family to me....Keep your chins up, I sure am trying, we can get through this, but only if we pull together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GgjfRs_5QNE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GgjfRs_5QNE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5237998225451335778?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5237998225451335778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/fake-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5237998225451335778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5237998225451335778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/fake-smile.html' title='Fake A Smile...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2358321316445459671</id><published>2010-02-07T18:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:29:36.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Last Picture....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for 14 months. It was a very sad "see you later" but I know that everyone is supporting CJ and I am no exception. I am so proud of my babe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S29Hul4pzzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/otIhEBdDlUw/s1600-h/DSCF1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S29Hul4pzzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/otIhEBdDlUw/s320/DSCF1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435642141028765490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tlVShzXvZI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tlVShzXvZI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2358321316445459671?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2358321316445459671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-last-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2358321316445459671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2358321316445459671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-last-picture.html' title='Our Last Picture....'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S29Hul4pzzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/otIhEBdDlUw/s72-c/DSCF1056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-1662041934586932062</id><published>2010-02-03T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:33:04.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am exhausted, hungry, and sore. I got my butt kicked by cheering tonight. I have marks everywhere and really hurt my knee but it was a pretty successful practice overall. We got approved for a full budget, I am SO excited! Mats and Uniforms here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The days are going by quickly and I am getting more and more nervous...I still can't believe what is happening right now....I never thought that I would see this day. I am afraid I won't be able to say goodbye. I want to see him board the plane but right now it is looking like that is not going to happen :( *sigh* I hope things work out but the way this year has been going who freaking knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you boo, the kids are gonna miss you&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybyBgkyPp3Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybyBgkyPp3Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-1662041934586932062?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/1662041934586932062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/1662041934586932062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/1662041934586932062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-days.html' title='4 Days...'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4039938730899876746</id><published>2010-02-01T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:30:35.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This weekend hold memories that I will forever keep. 6 days and I have to say see you later to the love of my life. To see the pics from this weekend check out Hallie's blog at Wonderful World of Wieners to see CJ's Deployment Party Pictures, no sense of us both posting them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while I was in class, CJ decided to rearrange my room for me and surprise me with it. I LOVE IT! It is so much more roomy now and it has his touch and I simply adore it. How awesome of a guy is he?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the Boston Museum of Science with his pen pal (FROM CALIFORNIA!!) and we went to the Harry Potter exhibit. Coolest day ever? I think so! CJ bought me a quill and ink set that is so freaking awesome! He also got us a chocolate frog to snack on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how horrendous my make up looks in this picture, I adore it, and it makes me happy every time I see it. 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I have been in bed all day, besides class, and I just can't seem to shake this feeling that I was to just burst into tears. I know what is causing it, but there is no way for me t eliminate the problem. It is what it is and none of us can control it. I am stressed out, hardcore. I am taking it out on everyone. I just want to run, away, and not come back for a very long time. I want to hide under my blankets for 14 months. But in the end, what good will all o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f that do? It won't keep him here, it won't help him when he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to perk up, be happy, or at least fake a smile. I need to get my head ready for this, and also my heart. I have been sick to my stomach for days and it is starting to effect the rest of my body. This weekend is it, for a very long time, and I am terrified. I said goodbye before, but not for this. Not for this long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hands have gotten shaky, my body has gotten weak, my back feels like a wooden board, and sleep has been little to non existent. Pray. Pray for him, pray for me, pray for his family, pray for everyone over there. Everyone needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you. You mean the world to me. This is going to be so very hard, but I know that we are both so strong and we can get through this and overcome it. Get your head on straight, get ready for it, fight the fight and come home. My arms will be waiting to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S19wS08TIDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xwYuMPKUT9o/s1600-h/support-our-troops2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S19wS08TIDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xwYuMPKUT9o/s320/support-our-troops2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431183144383619122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5802906245018221498?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5802906245018221498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-emotional-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5802906245018221498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5802906245018221498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-emotional-day.html' title='What An Emotional Day'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S19wS08TIDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xwYuMPKUT9o/s72-c/support-our-troops2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8463504595487305707</id><published>2010-01-25T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:45:56.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rk9C0vNyz24&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rk9C0vNyz24&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8463504595487305707?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8463504595487305707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8463504595487305707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8463504595487305707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/this.html' title='This'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5652634556725231953</id><published>2010-01-24T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:26:07.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Surprise :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I got out of work at 11 and decided to go with Jordyn and John to surprise CJ. He was surprised, so surprised he hadn't even gotten dressed yes xD! We had a great day wandering around Auburn and playing Wii. I really love him, and the fact that his deployment is so close is terrifying me....his party is in 6 days! HOLY CRAP! *sigh* this is going to be super hard....but he means the world to me and we are going to get through this no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S10A71QjcNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nsyGfSbNf6Q/s1600-h/air_force_girlfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S10A71QjcNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nsyGfSbNf6Q/s320/air_force_girlfriend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430497753587478738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this song pretend that the "him" is CJ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pu1aQvm5MrU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pu1aQvm5MrU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5652634556725231953?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5652634556725231953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5652634556725231953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5652634556725231953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-surprise.html' title='A Good Surprise :)'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S10A71QjcNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nsyGfSbNf6Q/s72-c/air_force_girlfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-3422570300850263682</id><published>2010-01-22T17:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:59:13.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S1otHcYH9OI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gD55GEPQoIQ/s1600-h/grilled-cheese-and-tomato-soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S1otHcYH9OI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gD55GEPQoIQ/s320/grilled-cheese-and-tomato-soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429701906648265954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have nothing to write about! Theres so much to say and no way to say it....I just am so stressed out by everything going on right now....All I want is to lay in bed and have someone bring me some tomato soup and a grilled cheese :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQ3qJmgktS0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQ3qJmgktS0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-3422570300850263682?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/3422570300850263682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/such-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3422570300850263682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/3422570300850263682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/such-block.html' title='Such a Block'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/S1otHcYH9OI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gD55GEPQoIQ/s72-c/grilled-cheese-and-tomato-soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6314981938425664366</id><published>2010-01-21T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:29:17.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yesterday I started my Practicum-aka playing with kiddos for 4 hours a day 2 days a week! They are SO awesome! They love to play, they love it when I read to them, and I absolutely adore them! I am so excited for this, the only thing I am not excited about is, I have to be there at 7:45 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes seem pretty cool this semester, I am very happy with that. I am going to need to have fun in class since this month has been hell and is only getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ leaves in 13 days......for 14 months....how the hell did this happen?!? I can't even believe it! His party is next weekend....that is going to be tough but I am so incredibly proud of him and everything he does for me, for his family, and four our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my grandfather is dying.....His heart, lungs, and kidneys are failing and we all have accepted that we are running out of time with him. I am so happy that CJ and my grandfather got to officially meet and talk. My grandfather loves him and is so happy for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, pray for CJ, pray for his family, pray for my family, we are all going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q65KZIqay4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q65KZIqay4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6314981938425664366?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6314981938425664366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/practicum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6314981938425664366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6314981938425664366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/practicum.html' title='Practicum'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8343544590624345508</id><published>2010-01-19T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:10:01.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Y9lXwkzFBg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Y9lXwkzFBg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8343544590624345508?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8343544590624345508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8343544590624345508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8343544590624345508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story Of My Life'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5424471433148898457</id><published>2010-01-02T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:01:52.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I know everyone says "A new year, a new me" well I think that is wrong. I look around and so many people are using the fact that it is a new year to end their relationships, to party hard, to be..different. Well, not I. There are things that I want to change and to work on of course but a whole new me? Why? People love me for who I am. Some things I do want to work on are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Keeping my relationship strong while he is deployed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Lose some weight, it needs to be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Do better in school, my lowest grade was a C+ but I can do better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Find another job for summer, I am going to need to stay busy while he is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Keep my friends close, and not push any away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6) Spend more time with my family, ALL of my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Those are my goals for right now. Number one is one of the most important because I have never had to go through a deployment yet. Any thoughts and prayers will always be greatly appreciated. Happy New Years to you and yours. Here's to 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/745_8uAMiKk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/745_8uAMiKk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5424471433148898457?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5424471433148898457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5424471433148898457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5424471433148898457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4303425857189463641</id><published>2009-12-30T22:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:53:05.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CJ and I went to see Avatar in Imax 3D and it was freaking AMAZING! I had no idea what the movie was even about but I definitely recommend it! If you dont see it in 3D you are SO missing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Szweg4rimcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5cxZjR27ltw/s1600-h/4054882656_1b4c62a3cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Szweg4rimcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5cxZjR27ltw/s320/4054882656_1b4c62a3cb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421241601766889922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am still not feeling well :( I have no idea what is wrong with me....it is beginning to scare me honestly. No one shoul be this sick for this long. I am miserable, absolutely MISERABLE! I don't want to go anywhere or do anything. I just wanna take some meds and curl up in the heated blankey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzwfFmokCAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/udNbcbUNIgw/s1600-h/sick_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzwfFmokCAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/udNbcbUNIgw/s320/sick_in_bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421242232577722370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urNyg1ftMIU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urNyg1ftMIU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4303425857189463641?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4303425857189463641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4303425857189463641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4303425857189463641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Szweg4rimcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5cxZjR27ltw/s72-c/4054882656_1b4c62a3cb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8615508458177908920</id><published>2009-12-29T22:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:14:53.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COLD! It went from 18 Degrees to 12 Degrees in an hour earlier. I do not even want to know the temperature outside right now....I feel so bad for my boy :( He has to work all night in this cold :( Poor baby.....Everyone send him warm hugs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzrElzrC9UI/AAAAAAAAAYs/irgkbwgW21E/s1600-h/cold.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzrElzrC9UI/AAAAAAAAAYs/irgkbwgW21E/s320/cold.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420861255298774338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today flew by! We went to Harrisons for lunch....YUMMMM! BEST FOOD EVER! Then we went to Target with Grammie and boy was that a trip. Christmas stuff was 75% off so Grammie went CRAZY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzrEz-zbxGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-1bmrs8Fln4/s1600-h/6a00e552792fa28833012875ac6647970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzrEz-zbxGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-1bmrs8Fln4/s320/6a00e552792fa28833012875ac6647970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420861498804913250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend just left for work so here I sit and write. I can't believe 2009 is going to be over in less than a week. It's been a trying year to say the least, but wonderful and amazing at the same time. I will write more about the year when 2010 arrives :)&lt;br /&gt;I now have to snuggle in a blanket because I am COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vrr3lRLjZ1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vrr3lRLjZ1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8615508458177908920?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8615508458177908920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8615508458177908920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8615508458177908920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-cold.html' title='It&apos;s Cold.'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzrElzrC9UI/AAAAAAAAAYs/irgkbwgW21E/s72-c/cold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4320691957180531971</id><published>2009-12-26T17:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:39:09.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Photos :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaejPRax6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Lh5SH9dGe3w/s1600-h/IMG00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaejPRax6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Lh5SH9dGe3w/s320/IMG00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419693529819170722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Christmas with CJ's Family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIpgjCH5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/r_7a1SPKTcM/s1600-h/IMG00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIpgjCH5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/r_7a1SPKTcM/s320/IMG00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419669448279859090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIlAvjonI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QHKeKcxjGoA/s1600-h/IMG00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIlAvjonI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QHKeKcxjGoA/s320/IMG00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419669371022975602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIk0wLXhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7OpgNPdp2A8/s1600-h/IMG00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIk0wLXhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7OpgNPdp2A8/s320/IMG00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419669367804354066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIkkJqDqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/10P9_Zd3JPM/s1600-h/IMG00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIkkJqDqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/10P9_Zd3JPM/s320/IMG00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419669363347820194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIkUgxlsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KD7QQ-B5w-Y/s1600-h/IMG00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIkUgxlsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KD7QQ-B5w-Y/s320/IMG00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419669359149815490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIkOK3nHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/u9rkETEVZ48/s1600-h/IMG00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaIkOK3nHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/u9rkETEVZ48/s320/IMG00243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419669357447322738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4320691957180531971?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4320691957180531971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4320691957180531971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4320691957180531971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-photos.html' title='Christmas Photos :)'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SzaejPRax6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Lh5SH9dGe3w/s72-c/IMG00250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-661097076416722552</id><published>2009-12-25T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:46:29.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just need to say thank you to my family, the Twomey family, and the Nigro family for such an amazing Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My family-an insane time as always, but I love them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hallie, John, CJ, and Connor-You all make me crack up, even at 8 in the morning. Thank you all for everything. It was wonderful being able to spend Christmas with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Poppa-You let me sleep in your house and eat your food. Talking with you last night was amazing and I want to thank you for all that you do for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Grammie and Paul-Such a wonderful dinner! Spending the afternoon with you and your family was wonderful! You made me feel so very welcome and today meant the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nanny and Poppa Twomey-A fun time as always :) Good times, good people, and good desert! Thank you so very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This holiday was one that I was nervous for, because I have never spent a Christmas with a boyfriend's family, and CJ's family welcomed me with open arms, as usual, and, I keep repeating myself here, but it was AMAZING! Never in my life have I met people who make me feel so welcome and so good. I love you all&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LVWsXau1BU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LVWsXau1BU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-661097076416722552?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/661097076416722552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/661097076416722552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/661097076416722552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5798719154710591541</id><published>2009-12-16T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:17:43.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won't be able to write again until probably Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. So, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! AUBURN HERE I COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5798719154710591541?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5798719154710591541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5798719154710591541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5798719154710591541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html' title='HOME!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-711619251134880309</id><published>2009-12-15T15:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:15:00.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Down 1 To Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I had my Geography Final at 1:00 today. I don't think I did particularly well, but as long as I did okay I will be happy. Geography is hard! I hate it! On the bright side as long as I pass this test I never have to take Geography again! HAPPY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyftBpraXNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JbU7r3HY4v4/s1600-h/geography-color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyftBpraXNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JbU7r3HY4v4/s320/geography-color.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415557689559899346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tomorrow morning, bright and early at 8AM, I have my ECH (Early Childhood) Final. It won't necessarily be hard but it is a pain. That class just makes me want to sleep. I am not terribly worried thought because around 12 I GET TO GO HOME!!!! I am super pumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Syftr25IW9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/45rXxYLhNuA/s1600-h/hsh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Syftr25IW9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/45rXxYLhNuA/s320/hsh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415558414661606354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_9Lo9uOJtA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_9Lo9uOJtA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-711619251134880309?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/711619251134880309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-down-1-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/711619251134880309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/711619251134880309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-down-1-to-go.html' title='2 Down 1 To Go!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyftBpraXNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JbU7r3HY4v4/s72-c/geography-color.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6146183457672762602</id><published>2009-12-14T10:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:07:27.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Number One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is tonight at 6! It is my math final...yuck! I am kinda mad, it is the only final that I am taking over everything we learned this semester. All the other teachers are only covering material we learned more recently, but no, not him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZgUJyxRBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mx05DClpscY/s1600-h/blackboard_math.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZgUJyxRBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mx05DClpscY/s320/blackboard_math.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415121501302113298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really hoping I do well on this because I am not doing bad in the class but I sure am not doing all that great. Our final is from 6-8...like I really want to do math at night :( Oh well. I really do not mind because Wednesday I get to go home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZhMuR-4gI/AAAAAAAAAXE/d7lB8Y_BqK4/s1600-h/smile030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZhMuR-4gI/AAAAAAAAAXE/d7lB8Y_BqK4/s320/smile030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415122473169379842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME! To MY bed, to MY work, to MY REAL friends, to MY family, and I could not be happier!! Also....11 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!!! Only 10 days until my first Christmas though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZhnD6yaGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YDHHnsM8I9Y/s1600-h/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZhnD6yaGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YDHHnsM8I9Y/s320/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415122925654272098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah! Happy Birthday to my littlest brother Zach!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZiFpGC-JI/AAAAAAAAAXU/y7-igdLkNXA/s1600-h/15162_101324799893662_100000484282559_34980_6834381_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZiFpGC-JI/AAAAAAAAAXU/y7-igdLkNXA/s320/15162_101324799893662_100000484282559_34980_6834381_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123451029682322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I chose today is the song I taught my little brother to sing when I was in 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;when we went to Florida. He knows the whole song and sings it quite well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q65KZIqay4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q65KZIqay4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6146183457672762602?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6146183457672762602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-number-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6146183457672762602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6146183457672762602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-number-one.html' title='Final Number One'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SyZgUJyxRBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mx05DClpscY/s72-c/blackboard_math.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5396716443787865193</id><published>2009-12-09T20:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:12:40.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why My Boyfriend is a Keeper :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*He lets me fall asleep on his lap until 2 am without moving so he does not wake me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*He buys me coloring books and crayons just to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;*He colors me dinosaur pictures that I can hang on my wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;*He drives 3 hours to see me as often as he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*He treats the Panda Bear I got him like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*He treats the Octopus he got me like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*Even when he is hurting, he makes sure I am okay and happy first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;*He wanders around Wal Mart with me for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*He buys me 60 cent mini ketchup bottles because I think they are adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*He makes me smile no matter how upset I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*He likes to be the baby spoon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*He is my Airman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*He puts on the sweetest song ever the second he walks into my room and dances with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*He lights candles in my gazebo in the summer and dances with me in the dark with soft music playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*He puts up with my CRAZY family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*He doesn't mind sleeping in a teeny tiny bed, as long as he gets to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He isn't afraid to show his emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*I can't even finish a list on why he is a keeper because there are so many reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*He is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;*He loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SjQ0YQYyHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SjQ0YQYyHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5396716443787865193?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5396716443787865193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-my-boyfriend-is-keeper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5396716443787865193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5396716443787865193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-my-boyfriend-is-keeper.html' title='Why My Boyfriend is a Keeper :)'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2508968732116214995</id><published>2009-12-04T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:38:28.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should be freaking awesome! Chelsey is coming over and bringing snacks! I am SUPER pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gym, then Jordyn and I are going to get her friend Matt, somewhere, not quite sure where yet lol! Maybe we will even window shop a bit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got three Christmas presents! I am so proud, I have purchased all of 4 now. Lol Hallie must be cringing! I am a last minute shopper, what can I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much to say right now, still frustrated as hell because trust is a no go with people but hell what can ya do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see a certain someone very soon&lt;3 11 months today&lt;3 I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB_QGKW_bbI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB_QGKW_bbI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2508968732116214995?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2508968732116214995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2508968732116214995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2508968732116214995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6395174971533442125</id><published>2009-12-01T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:48:11.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Mad To Type</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A song will have to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8x8lxVLrCQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8x8lxVLrCQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6395174971533442125?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6395174971533442125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-mad-to-type.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6395174971533442125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6395174971533442125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-mad-to-type.html' title='Too Mad To Type'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-1166432116864636512</id><published>2009-11-30T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:22:15.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who To Trust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate feeling like I do not know who I can and can not trust. It is a terrible battle in my head on who to believe and what to believe. If people were just super honest with each other this would not be an issue but hey, welcome to the real world. I am not going to go on a super long rant, though I could, I am just going to say a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you have something to say, say it to my face, don't run to everyone else. I WILL FIND OUT! I always do. This goes to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Understand that my relationship is MY relationship. If I do not want to share things with you and tell you everything, that's because it is personal. People want to mess with me and my life that is fine, but just stay out of my personal business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you are going to insult me, lose the word "fat". I am sorry I am not super tiny and anorexic looking but if you are looking to hurt me, come up with something good at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I know I am hard to love, but if you are going to love me, friends, family, boyfriend, anyone, love ALL of me. I can't stand it when people only want to be around me when I am in certain moods and such. SO annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I am a bit cranky if you haven't noticed. Still love you all&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ALxOpl9jIYs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ALxOpl9jIYs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-1166432116864636512?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/1166432116864636512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-to-trust.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/1166432116864636512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/1166432116864636512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-to-trust.html' title='Who To Trust?'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2800715106612641725</id><published>2009-11-29T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:06:54.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well came back to Farmington today....not super thrilled but hey what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an AMAZING Thanksgiving! Work was crazy, but sitting down to eat with the ones I love over not only one but TWO dinners was amazing! I feel as though I did not say what I am thankful for though, so better late than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am thankful for having an amazing Memere and Tatante by my side. They have taken me in when I had nowhere to go and that is love. They have given me everything that I need and more and are the two most amazing women I have ever met. I am not very religious, but God put them on this planet to do good and dammit they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am thankful for an amazing boyfriend who stands by me through thick and thin, through the ups and downs and good times in bad. Snuggling with him on his couch in front of the fire is the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt. With him it is always wonderful, but this Thanksgiving break really made me realize how lucky I am to have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am thankful for my boyfriend's family. I feel that I have a very good relationship with them and that means a lot to me. I like knowing that I can text or message his mom when things are tough and I need advice. I like knowing that I can talk to his brother about things, nothing especially important, but I can talk to him. I love that his poppa welcomes me into his home with open arms, he really makes me feel like I am family. I love that his Grammie gives me real advice on things, and does NOT sugar coat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am thankful for being in school. I whine and complain about it, but I need to get a degree and I am thankful that I can pay for it, with the help of my family, and I am thankful for the opportunity to better myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am thankful for a wonderful roomie. We have ur ups and downs and rough moments, but honestly I don't know who else would be able to put up with my crap. I am a tough person to love and to get along with and she does a fantastic job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am thankful that I know who my real friends are. When I went back to work in Auburn for a few days, everyone acted all excited to see me. Even if we don't all get along all the time, it was nice to see that I WAS missed and that I was welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am thankful that I do not have everything. I am thankful that I make mistakes. And most of all, I am thankful that I can't even write down all the things that I am thankful for, because that shows that you have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eesZBfTj0cU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eesZBfTj0cU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2800715106612641725?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2800715106612641725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-on-farm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2800715106612641725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2800715106612641725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-on-farm.html' title='Back on the Farm'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-984435595701924227</id><published>2009-11-24T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:05:56.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GOING HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yay!!! I am soo happy! At 3:30 today I get to head home until Sunday! I am so excited! Not only am I going home but on Thursday I get to enjoy not only one but TWO Thanksgivings!! I am working in the morning, and when I get out I will be going to my house for some yummy dinner and then after that I get to go to CJ's parents house for ANOTHER dinner! Boy am I gonna have to work out after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It is going to be so nice to sleep in my own bed, take a shower and not have to wear flip flops, and play with my puppy! Is it weird that I am actually excited to go back to work in Auburn!?!? I never thought I would say that! But I miss it there A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have decided to have a song of the day, or post, or whatever I manage to remember! Here is today's, Letters From Home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDPgBBrNf48&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDPgBBrNf48&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-984435595701924227?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/984435595701924227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/984435595701924227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/984435595701924227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-home.html' title='I&apos;M GOING HOME!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6123393357092723734</id><published>2009-11-20T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:18:42.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Game Tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Tonight should be a fun one! Our UMF ladies are going against UMPI tonight in the first home basketball game of the season! I think Chelsey is coming up tonight so her and I will go cheer our beavers on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This weekend I am working 12-6 both days.....gross but the money is definitely needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I get to go home Tuesday!! I am so excited!! It will be nice to be home with friends and family and also to work in Auburn again! I am PSYCHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving is so soon! I can't wait! Unfortunately I have to work until 2ish, but after that I get not only one but TWO Thanksgivings! Now THAT is something to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In less than one month I am on Christmas break!!!! EEEK! Which means a whole months off and the end of my first semester in college! HOLY MOLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*COME TO THE GAME TONIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6123393357092723734?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6123393357092723734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/basketball-game-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6123393357092723734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6123393357092723734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/basketball-game-tonight.html' title='Basketball Game Tonight!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4012863479557622321</id><published>2009-11-18T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:18:12.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Only Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ambrqt-RFhg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ambrqt-RFhg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4012863479557622321?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4012863479557622321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-only-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4012863479557622321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4012863479557622321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-only-knew.html' title='If You Only Knew'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-4203904265832458836</id><published>2009-11-17T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:43:45.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Complaints For The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;Honestly I need a stress reliever. My body hurts because I am stressed to the max. I truly feel as though I may explode. I am not liking this, not even one little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;I want to go home...I am sick of school. It is driving me CRAZY! This bed kills my back, I want my puppy, and at least when I have to say goodbye to the one I love I can curl up into my squishy, soft bed with my puppy and feel a little bit better. Here I freeze in my springy bed, with NO puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;Home cooked food would be lovely. When I went home Tuesday and my aunt made dinner it was godly. Good food made just for me, just how I like it, with no line to stand in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;TV is starting to be missed. I do not watch it here because I am not going to sit in the cold common room and watch it and I am not in the mood to watch movies all the time in the room. It's whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; I miss MY DD. Here I am the noob and I am not liking it anymore. People are two faced and act like they like you one minute and the next talk crap about you. I truly do not need any drama right now. At least in Auburn I know who I can trust and who I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess I will be done for now...just not having a great day *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-4203904265832458836?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/4203904265832458836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-complaints-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4203904265832458836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/4203904265832458836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-complaints-for-day.html' title='My Complaints For The Day'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-8873202543561822206</id><published>2009-11-13T21:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:16:55.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S-6A78TI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wC_IFWsYFH8/s1600-h/IMG00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S-6A78TI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wC_IFWsYFH8/s320/IMG00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403777474825548082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S-kWzT8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/dTkT2v4gFLA/s1600-h/IMG00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S-kWzT8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/dTkT2v4gFLA/s320/IMG00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403777469011677122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S-mfmFEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/trsAL8Zt314/s1600-h/IMG00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S-mfmFEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/trsAL8Zt314/s320/IMG00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403777469585429570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S5nNVSEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BMqLsVup4Aw/s1600-h/IMG00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S5EvaKvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/3ML3qjAzUMU/s320/IMG00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403777374625606386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S45pxN_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/s0CtGl0B6yo/s1600-h/IMG00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S45pxN_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/s0CtGl0B6yo/s320/IMG00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403777371649161202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-8873202543561822206?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/8873202543561822206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-sarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8873202543561822206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/8873202543561822206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-sarah.html' title='Sweet Sarah'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Sv4S-6A78TI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wC_IFWsYFH8/s72-c/IMG00198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7320476399131350601</id><published>2009-11-12T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:36:51.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Air Force Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what I am. A proud Air Force girlfriend. I am so proud of CJ and I know he is going to do an amazing job when he goes overseas. As his mom said, now I can get the cute tee shirts and such :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Svy3RACtQCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ODyebkUnZNg/s1600-h/50340187v4_480x480_Front_Color-BlackWhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Svy3RACtQCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ODyebkUnZNg/s320/50340187v4_480x480_Front_Color-BlackWhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403395155634765858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ is my hero. Plain and simple. He has been through a lot the past few months, and has stuck by my side and helped me through MY problems. His family, his friends, and everyone who knows him knows how amazing he is and how he will do great when he deploys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you CJ, and the next few months we will treasure and enjoy. The holidays will be amazing and very special. When it is time to say goodbye, I will keep myself together as much as I can, but my last words to you will be, "It's not goodbye, it's see you later." Whether you are gone for 14 weeks or 14 months, nothing will change in my heart. When you c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ome home I will be overjoyed and you won't be able to get me away from you :) Kick ass baby, like you always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and Forever&lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Svy4DGfY85I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6EgUsqR81q8/s1600-h/127764620v2_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Svy4DGfY85I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6EgUsqR81q8/s320/127764620v2_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403396016359142290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7320476399131350601?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7320476399131350601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/proud-air-force-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7320476399131350601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7320476399131350601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/proud-air-force-girlfriend.html' title='Proud Air Force Girlfriend'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Svy3RACtQCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ODyebkUnZNg/s72-c/50340187v4_480x480_Front_Color-BlackWhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7948858295512085434</id><published>2009-11-08T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:17:28.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a week/weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a rough week/weekend. I found out CJ is being deployed....to Afghanistan....yeah it has been rough. But I am so proud of him. Fighting for our country is something he feels he needs to do that and I support him 100%. It is going to be very hard, but my motto is going to be, and has to be, it's not goodbye, it's see you later. I hope everyone will support him as much as his family and I and make sure you let him know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a scary time for all of us. We are all nervous but all that matters is that we are there for him and support him. He could be gone for 14 months, that is a long time, but I hope everyone else has the faith that I have in knowing the time will be over before we all know it. Him and I are going to make it through this and it will make us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SvdtjscBG7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PHwNCN1B10k/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SvdtjscBG7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PHwNCN1B10k/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401906738045721522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7948858295512085434?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7948858295512085434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-what-weekweekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7948858295512085434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7948858295512085434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-what-weekweekend.html' title='Oh what a week/weekend'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SvdtjscBG7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PHwNCN1B10k/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5310421887270042950</id><published>2009-11-03T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:01:31.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adore&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1d4Fkd7bPjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1d4Fkd7bPjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5310421887270042950?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5310421887270042950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/adore3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5310421887270042950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5310421887270042950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/11/adore3.html' title='Adore&lt;3'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-1893780241552972523</id><published>2009-10-29T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:30:08.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My...Mouth....HURTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So the back of my mouth and gums hurt so bad!!!! I think that my wisdom teeth may be coming in, but I am too afraid to find out right now. If they are coming in, they are going to have to be pulled...which means BED! I don't have time to stay in bed in horrible pain. *sigh* it is awful...and I am just hoping the pain goes away soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But anyways this weekend is Halloween!! CJ is coming up and I am so excited! I miss him soooo much and seeing him Saturday will make the pain go away and make me so very happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuoXRiYK6AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GKX3Ds3MjC8/s1600-h/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuoXRiYK6AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GKX3Ds3MjC8/s320/teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398152693410359298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-1893780241552972523?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/1893780241552972523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/mymouthhurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/1893780241552972523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/1893780241552972523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/mymouthhurts.html' title='My...Mouth....HURTS'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuoXRiYK6AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GKX3Ds3MjC8/s72-c/teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2970054819252023138</id><published>2009-10-26T13:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:53:59.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am SO excited for Christmas! CJ and I keep talking about it and I am looking forward to it. I am going to meet more of CJ's family, and he is going to maybe meet more of mine, depends on who is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So I need help. Obviously I am going to college right now, so money is tight. Do any of you have any suggestions on how to get everyone their gifts for a reasonable price? My family keeps telling me not to get them anything, but it is Christmas. I have to get something, even if it is j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ust a little something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Any good websites or deals you all know of FILL ME IN!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuXiJO0zdVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FlZmrw7sv7k/s1600-h/santa-reading_dickey_010408.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuXiJO0zdVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FlZmrw7sv7k/s320/santa-reading_dickey_010408.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396968376699680082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-2970054819252023138?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/2970054819252023138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/christmas-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2970054819252023138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/2970054819252023138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas Is Coming!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuXiJO0zdVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FlZmrw7sv7k/s72-c/santa-reading_dickey_010408.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-368755005104299254</id><published>2009-10-25T18:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:30:27.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Do I Need To Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTRXj0DqPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/agNnJU2YhDs/s1600-h/16952_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTRXj0DqPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/agNnJU2YhDs/s320/16952_01_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396668456177477874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQvJQyJlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0hdA9c2BBN0/s1600-h/28094_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQvJQyJlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0hdA9c2BBN0/s320/28094_01_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396667761855440466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQvMPy34I/AAAAAAAAAUo/jW428_q22jo/s1600-h/27555_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQvMPy34I/AAAAAAAAAUo/jW428_q22jo/s320/27555_01_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396667762656599938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQuyjoBwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oA9USutAx0I/s1600-h/27181_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQuyjoBwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oA9USutAx0I/s320/27181_01_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396667755760453378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQukZPAvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JH68mMfpAc0/s1600-h/27138_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQukZPAvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JH68mMfpAc0/s320/27138_01_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396667751958774514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQuQiF__I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IYw65ToGZbs/s1600-h/18531_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQuQiF__I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IYw65ToGZbs/s320/18531_01_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396667746627223538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQKSrDIvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kVXJu-5THoU/s1600-h/28169_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQJ4XU5EI/AAAAAAAAATw/cXfyX9gCYgM/s320/27108_01_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396667121664320578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQJwz6HyI/AAAAAAAAATo/6v9M--k7B9w/s1600-h/26193_02_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTQJwz6HyI/AAAAAAAAATo/6v9M--k7B9w/s320/26193_02_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396667119636717346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Abercrombie *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-368755005104299254?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/368755005104299254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-do-i-need-to-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/368755005104299254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/368755005104299254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-do-i-need-to-shop.html' title='Oh Do I Need To Shop'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuTRXj0DqPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/agNnJU2YhDs/s72-c/16952_01_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6698331969721197919</id><published>2009-10-24T18:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:39:35.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have my computer back, with internet!! WHOO HOO! I AM SO PUMPED! Haha :) Not too much has happened recently...I don't think? Haha. Just wanted to let you all know I am baaaack ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6698331969721197919?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6698331969721197919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6698331969721197919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6698331969721197919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-6905740175924204156</id><published>2009-10-20T09:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:17:17.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Computer Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am in the library because my internet is messed up. Just letting you all know-I know I have some Blog creepers =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-6905740175924204156?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/6905740175924204156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-computer-right-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6905740175924204156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/6905740175924204156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-computer-right-now.html' title='No Computer Right Now'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-7745233146220838470</id><published>2009-10-17T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:00:21.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Work Shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Stpad9BUNKI/AAAAAAAAATA/sMP3Esg5vbw/s1600-h/friendsdontletfriendsdrinkstarbucks-738439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Stpad9BUNKI/AAAAAAAAATA/sMP3Esg5vbw/s320/friendsdontletfriendsdrinkstarbucks-738439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393722974372377762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-7745233146220838470?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/7745233146220838470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-work-shirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7745233146220838470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/7745233146220838470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-work-shirts.html' title='New Work Shirts'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/Stpad9BUNKI/AAAAAAAAATA/sMP3Esg5vbw/s72-c/friendsdontletfriendsdrinkstarbucks-738439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-354503667352957217</id><published>2009-10-15T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:30:00.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Cheering!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Last night was our first cheering practice! Boy do my jumps need work but I was so happy that I caught right on to the dance! It was hard and fast but it was SO much fun! We were talking about stunting and tumbling, but these are too difficult right now because we do not have real mats. On the one website I just pulled up really quickly, my heart sinks because of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="305"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="headingTitleText1" align="center" height="20" width="93"&gt;CXL125FR&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="LinkingText" align="center" height="20" width="103"&gt;6'x42'x1-3/8"&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="LinkingText" align="center" height="20" width="107"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.tiffinmats.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=CXL125FR" class="LinkingText"&gt;$610&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td class="headingTitleText1" align="center" height="20"&gt;CXL200FR&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="LinkingText" align="center" height="20"&gt;6'x42'x2"&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="LinkingText" align="center" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.tiffinmats.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=CXL200FR" class="LinkingText"&gt;$750&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Without a lot of fundraising we will never be able to afford that. I want my tumbling back so bad but without help to get mats I will never be able to :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is where I start begging for fundraising ideas. Any companies who would like to sponsor us, we will gladly put your companies logo on our tee shirts or support you an any way we can. We are thinking of ways to raise money and hopefully we can get our mats! We need them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-354503667352957217?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/354503667352957217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-cheering.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/354503667352957217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/354503667352957217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-cheering.html' title='Yay Cheering!'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-5819572592937106550</id><published>2009-10-13T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:57:30.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow....on October 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was sitting in my English class this morning around 8:30 AM when I looked out the window and exclaimed "HOLY SH*T IT"S SNOWING!" Thankfully our teacher was not here today and everyone either gasped because the sight sickened them or cheered because they love snow (I think THEY are sick personally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the issue. It is not yet Halloween. I plan to go out on Halloween. My costume is not really snow friendly. I am NOT impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/StSVMLTQJxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7DMwBlXKp9M/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/StSVMLTQJxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7DMwBlXKp9M/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392098690293835538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592765521565501424-5819572592937106550?l=princessd91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/feeds/5819572592937106550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/snowon-october-13th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5819572592937106550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592765521565501424/posts/default/5819572592937106550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessd91.blogspot.com/2009/10/snowon-october-13th.html' title='Snow....on October 13th'/><author><name>Not Your Average Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493765331159307365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/SuOBsFtJwGI/AAAAAAAAATI/0EPiKX1BNmo/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/StSVMLTQJxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7DMwBlXKp9M/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592765521565501424.post-2490984081164029715</id><published>2009-10-12T12:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:05:13.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Coach How You Steal My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me3uAMP3m6E/StNTp_5UDwI/AAAAAAAAASw/NUET9vcwf1U/s1600-h/s845_wht_a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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