<?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-8541020749281941955</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:39:20.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing Life--Every, every minute.</title><subtitle type='html'>My outlook on life and my experiences.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-4015136789248018985</id><published>2009-09-23T15:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:19:48.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is an Odd....Peculiar....Thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is really hard to describe. I don't know why so many people try to describe it. Nothing against all those amazingly smart people who have come up with all those amazingly smart quotes about life that you read and say, &lt;em&gt;Huh, I can see their point. &lt;/em&gt;But, I've read a million quotes about life...and I have yet to find one that can be applied to life at all times. Because life really can't be compared to anything. It's just one of those things that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How can that be described? Life can't be described by the Periodic Table of the Elements. Or by Sigman Freud. Or by Bach, or Wagner, or any other musician, living or dead. Life can really only be taken for what it is. And what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's what we make it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-4015136789248018985?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/4015136789248018985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-oddpeculiarthing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4015136789248018985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4015136789248018985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-oddpeculiarthing.html' title='Life is an Odd....Peculiar....Thing.'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-2206122465012161596</id><published>2009-09-20T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:43:59.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure what to call this post...I think it's kinda just me getting caught up with me. In the rush of everything it's really hard to stop and actually &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;. I suppose that's why people always think I'm so "out of it" or "depressed" or "angry"....because I'm not really. I'm just thinking. This happened just a few minutes ago while I was baking cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, I dyed my hair back to it's original color: &lt;em&gt;brunette. &lt;/em&gt;I've gotten varied responses to it. I've been told that I "should've stayed blonde...the brown looks weird" and that "it doesn't look brown" as well as "why the heck did you do that?"....and then there's the facial expressions that say the same thing. On the other hand, I've had the people who tell me that they "love it!" and that i "don't look fake" and that it's "gorgeous" "beautiful"....etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, I've been asked quite a few times &lt;em&gt;Why? &lt;/em&gt;I dyed my hair back. Well, the thing is....I wanted to. But for most people, that answer isn't enough...and you can see them process in their brain "&lt;em&gt;Why would she just do it because she wants to?? There has to be another reason....she must want to be like someone else.." &lt;/em&gt;I've also been asked "Did you do it to be like someone else?" "Did you do it to be like [fill in random person's name here]" It doesn't occur to people that people do things because they want to anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do people think that people are always trying to be like someone else? People asked me if I'm changing to be like someone else.....Little do they realize, I'm just becoming &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;again. This is hard to admit, but, for the past couple years....I haven't really been true to myself. I realize that now...looking back. I've been trying so hard to fit in with how other people want me to be that people think that really is me. And that's not me. So I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;dye my hair because I want to. And people don't realize that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you don't stand for something. you'll fall for anything."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure what this has to do with my hair...but somehow, I feel it does. Lately, I've been going through a time of figuring out who I am. Self-realization, I suppose. And I realized, that more often than not, teens [and adults for that matter] are falling for anything. Because they don't know who they are, where they're going, and who they want to be. But many of those teens don't have what I have....&lt;em&gt;the Gospel. &lt;/em&gt;So, why should I fall for anything if I &lt;strong&gt;do &lt;/strong&gt;have something to stand for? I have to stand for &lt;em&gt;me. The Gospel. And, most importantly, God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are we falling for anything when we have so much to stand for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why are we falling when we should stand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-2206122465012161596?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/2206122465012161596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-sure-what-to-call-this-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2206122465012161596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2206122465012161596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-sure-what-to-call-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-3824342719825428234</id><published>2009-09-01T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:34:01.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Baby, are you down, down, down, down, down..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha....one of my favorite songs ever! But anyways, the life is crazy right now! But awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the things I am MOST thrilled about is...FOOTBALL SEASON IS HERE! YAY! I am a die-hard High School/College football fan! Went to the LE game last Friday! LE won against White Knoll 34-0!!! WOOP WOOP! Haha...it DOES help my obsesh with football that a LOT of football players are good-lookin'. :) Just sayin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am officially going back to dance! I am going to be helping with a 3-4 year-old class and I am also going to be taking class! YESS! I am sooo excited...."And I just can't hide it!" Haha...I'm a little apprehensive about going back after a whole year of break....but I think I can do it! Just pray for me. I have a feeling I'm gonna need it. :) Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;School's going great...but I'm slightly frustrated at myself...I just HAD to open my big ol' mouth! I said I wanted colder weather....well, I got it. Only problem is....it's not the kind I like! I like it to be freezing or burning up...NOT IN THE MIDDLE!!! Haha....But actually, it's not that bad....let's just make it a little cooler, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I love you people! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-3824342719825428234?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/3824342719825428234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-are-you-down-down-down-down-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3824342719825428234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3824342719825428234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-are-you-down-down-down-down-down.html' title='&quot;Baby, are you down, down, down, down, down...&quot;'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-6855694397721594740</id><published>2009-08-22T14:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:59:52.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music....</title><content type='html'>Wow....I know it's been a looooong time (hah, understatement) since I last posted anything....Facebook has sucked me into its vortex. But anyways...I just wanted to comment on Music. Music is SUCH a wonderful....It can get you through anything......As I always say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUSIC IS LIFE!!!! And Life is Music....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-6855694397721594740?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/6855694397721594740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/08/music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/6855694397721594740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/6855694397721594740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/08/music.html' title='Music....'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-6534736384485728395</id><published>2009-07-08T16:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:18:57.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok...so I&amp;#39;m happy because of the &amp;quot;technology&amp;quot; we have nowadays....Dang...I&amp;#39;m sounding old. Anyways, it&amp;#39;s actually kind of amazing how much easier life is because of all the technology we have. Like, I rememeber when having a computer at home REALLY started being the big thing. And everybody had one. And now I look at all this modern technology that keeps coming out and it&amp;#39;s like, We&amp;#39;ve come a loooong way. I don&amp;#39;t blame &amp;quot;older&amp;quot; people (no offense to ANYONE!) for being apprehensive about the new technology. Cause I would be too if I hadn&amp;#39;t grown up with it...well, I AM growing up with it...But ya&amp;#39;ll get my point. I wonder how shocked we would be if we traded places with people from the 1700&amp;#39;s. Talk about Culture Shock. I couldn&amp;#39;t imagine not having the modern conveniences of cell phones and iPods and computers and...lightbulbs(!) for that matter. I can hardly imagine walking into a room and having to go light a lamp or candle instead of just flicking a switch. And living without air conditioning? And cars? Uh-uh....Not me. Sure, the &amp;quot;olden&amp;quot; days may have been nice....but I think I&amp;#39;ll stick with my 2000&amp;#39;s thank you. But then again....the 60&amp;#39;s wouldn&amp;#39;t have been too bad....but that&amp;#39;s another story. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-6534736384485728395?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/6534736384485728395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/6534736384485728395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/6534736384485728395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-9189912316165799393</id><published>2009-07-08T12:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:16:58.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sans-serif"&gt;Welp....Not too much going on in my life lately. The fourth went pretty well....spent it with the Fam. Um...School&amp;#39;s still school.... Same old, same old. But.....I&amp;#39;m am sooooooooo extremely PUMPED for...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sans-serif" color="#33ccff" size="6"&gt;efy!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Like seriously....I&amp;#39;ve got about a week  and a half til I go...And I&amp;#39;m sooo excited! And thrilled! And all that good stuff! I&amp;#39;ve been shopping with JP and we&amp;#39;ve been getting all prepped and everything. :) It&amp;#39;s been so much fun! And sooo much work! It&amp;#39;s prolly just gonna get worse as we get closer! But it&amp;#39;s worth it! :D WOOT! I&amp;#39;ll keep ya&amp;#39;ll updated as time FLIES by! Love you all!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-9189912316165799393?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/9189912316165799393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/9189912316165799393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/9189912316165799393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-update.html' title='Another Update....'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-6953868668496517466</id><published>2009-06-15T16:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:06:41.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Everybody! So, I totally would've posted as soon as I got home from camp, but our computer has been down until today...Hallelujah it's back up! (Can't survive without it.) Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Camp was....Camp. :) Fabulous activities and oh-so-wonderfully HOT! Pictures should be coming as soon as I get my lazy butt around to uploading. (Haha...) Camp gave me wonderful allergies and great new inside jokes...as well as the cup game and "Tipsy!" Camp also gave me new spiritual insight. Overall, it was great! I Love you Capt. K!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soo....Today, I've been enjoying (?) this hot weather. Just like all weekend. Nothing much new. Hoping for a thunderstorm tonight...I have yet to meet someone who doesn't like summer thunderstorms. Ready to curl up with a good book, some chocolate ice cream, and hearing some rain drops. Later, ya'll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-6953868668496517466?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/6953868668496517466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/6953868668496517466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/6953868668496517466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update....'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-7983691739370767940</id><published>2009-06-10T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:30:28.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT WOOT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So everybody...Tomorrow I'll be leaving to go to...Girl's Camp!! (I know ya'll will just miss me terribly!) Honest-to-goodness though...I'm absolutely thrilled! Most girl's DREAD Girl's Camp because you're without all your "comforts" (we get it MUCH better than the guys though!) like curling irons and straighteners and your nice fluffy bed....and air-conditioning. (Supposedly, we have that....but it doesn't make much of a difference when it's 100 degrees outside and you have screen doors...yeah..Tell me the logic in that one.) But even through it all...I &lt;em&gt;LOVE &lt;/em&gt;IT! There's something about all the chaotic unorganized organization that I love! Not to mention...I get to be with all my besties!! :) Haha....but seriously...i LOVE GIRL'S CAMP!!!!! (note: i will remember *jazz hands* in our skit!! haha...) As Tigger says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The great outdoors beckons!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345706028272050994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Si_DT1jR4zI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zXDoEOJJRHM/s200/Youth_Cabin_Outside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are not our cabins....I like our cabins though! Even with the whole AC thing...hahaha. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-7983691739370767940?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/7983691739370767940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/woot-woot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/7983691739370767940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/7983691739370767940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/woot-woot.html' title='WOOT WOOT!!!'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Si_DT1jR4zI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zXDoEOJJRHM/s72-c/Youth_Cabin_Outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-5224205211704522251</id><published>2009-06-08T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:22:36.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus, will you hold me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for I need you now, tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel alone, I can't go on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;without your perfect, heavenly light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus, will you hold me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and wrap me in your perfect love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need it more than ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;your strength from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus, will you hold me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I feel so out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm longing to feel your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wrapped around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need you more than ever, Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and to know you love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please help me get through this night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you hold me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Now Tonight" -Mari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-5224205211704522251?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/5224205211704522251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/5224205211704522251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/5224205211704522251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-tonight.html' title='Now, Tonight'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-3792048261085895888</id><published>2009-06-05T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:29:34.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoopsie Daisie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey ya'll!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes...I know I've been a little slack lately...sorry! But trust me, I won't be slack during this summer! Nope Nope Nope. Actually, I'll prolly have TOO much to talk about! (Who me? Naw....) Ha ha...Anyways, life's been a little crazy lately with Graduation and School (lots and lots) and just life in general. Not to mention...trying to have a "normal" summer even though I am still in school. But I'm still alive! (Hah...hopefully I will be at the end of all this!) :P Love ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-3792048261085895888?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/3792048261085895888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoopsie-daisie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3792048261085895888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3792048261085895888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoopsie-daisie.html' title='Whoopsie Daisie...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-2926359344051624296</id><published>2009-06-01T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:46:02.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is the end of our road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now separately we must go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through life's trials and troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel they're doubled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This road with you has been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a miracle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;times ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have blessed my life in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so many ways I can't begin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to thank you for all that you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been my sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now we must go our own ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is a path we have to pave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you on yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and me on mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will remember you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This path has been a great one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but this path's time is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think and ask why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the answer is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-2926359344051624296?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/2926359344051624296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-end-of-our-road-now-separately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2926359344051624296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2926359344051624296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-end-of-our-road-now-separately.html' title=''/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-1324125102598869317</id><published>2009-06-01T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:24:48.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Procrastination....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If ya'll couldn't tell...I'm being utterly sarcastic here. So, thanks to procrastination, while everyone's having a GREAT first day of summer....I am sitting here (in the library) doing schoolwork. Yeah...that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;my idea of summer. Well, I have to say...it is my fault. Hopefully, I'll fix it sooner than later! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Procrastination is the thief of time."-Anon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-1324125102598869317?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/1324125102598869317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-of-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/1324125102598869317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/1324125102598869317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-of-procrastination.html' title='The Beauty of Procrastination....'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-8607213942778211770</id><published>2009-05-30T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:15:39.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, I just saw Hailey's Comet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shooting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Said why you always running in place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even the Man in the Moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disappeared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere in the Stratosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell my mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell my father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've done the best I can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To make them realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope they understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not angry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes goodbye is a Second Chance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Second Chance"-Shinedown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure why this song stood out to me today, I just know it did. Probably because with everyone around me graduating and moving on...I started thinking about MY future..."my life".  What am I going to do with it? I mean, it's pretty simple to decide what you want to be "when I grow up".  But what, exactly, do you want to DO with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What you are is not who you are."-Anon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that's my point. Everyone's so concentrated on &lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;they want to be that they forget what's really important. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;they want to be. You could be the smartest, richest person in the world, but if you don't have a good....character...a good...countenance...then who are you really? You're not anything important. You can have all the degrees in the world...but is that what really matters? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this really doesn't coordinate with the lyrics I have above, but this has been bothering me for some time now. People are always so concentrated on looking "good" in front of everyone else. (Yes, I am guilty of this too.) But if you aren't really &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;...that will show.  It's kinda like the whole "wolf in sheep's clothing" thing. Someone who's not good can seem good in public...but what about the day they let their facade slip? Then everyone will know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why be fake when you can be real? Why be "bad" when you can be "good"? Why try to have "fun" now, when you have the opprotunity to have joy for eternity? Why take the Devil's noose when you can have God's arm? My point is, people, is that everyone needs to stop being so...&lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt;...all the time. If you have the opprotunity to be smart, be rich, get a Ph.D....then do it. But why not do it...&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;build your spirit at the same time? And even if you can't get all the above...maybe you're a blue-collar worker who went to a tech school...there's nothing, I repeat, NOTHING wrong with that. As long as you do what you know you're supposed to. Human beings aren't "stupid." Stupid, in my opinion, is SO overrated. No one...NO ONE...is truly stupid...UNLESS they make bad decisons over and over again...on purpose. But as long as one is striving and trying to be the person they know they should be...Then they can't go wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mmk ya'll. Little rant there. I get going and I don't stop. But that's fine with me. I'm not going to apologize. Cause I'm not sorry.  I just hope I made sense....&lt;em&gt;somehow. &lt;/em&gt;Anyways...Love ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-8607213942778211770?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/8607213942778211770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-i-just-saw-haileys-comet-shooting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/8607213942778211770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/8607213942778211770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-i-just-saw-haileys-comet-shooting.html' title=''/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-7476893435797352459</id><published>2009-05-30T19:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:32:09.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What does the future hold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it worth more than diamonds and gold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is in store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For some, it's just a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;to start their long dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;of life and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For others, maybe success,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;at something which they do their best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hard work is in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What does &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;future hold?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The question that graces every mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;of students waiting in line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;to walk across that stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;They turn another page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The future of their life begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;not sure of what's to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What does the future hold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The future is Untold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedicated to the Class of 09. Congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341763757876662994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SiHB1f5LUtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/9OKKW4dH0yw/s400/road1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-7476893435797352459?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/7476893435797352459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/untold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/7476893435797352459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/7476893435797352459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/untold.html' title='Untold...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SiHB1f5LUtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/9OKKW4dH0yw/s72-c/road1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-268985039927570400</id><published>2009-05-29T14:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:05:58.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Another turning point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a fork stuck in the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;directs you where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So make the best of this test,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not a question,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but a lesson learned in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's something unpredictable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but in the end it's right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Time Of Your Life"- Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many humans are afraid of change. Change brings new and unexpected things. Why do we fear what's ahead? Maybe...because we're uncertain we will be successful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask this because in approximately 13 hours, the graduates of CHS and LEHS will be marching. Marching to graduate. Marching...to their future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends, my family. Starting their new lives...with those steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way."- Theodor Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations, Class of 09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323109180182146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SiAxEXlFDoI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5OvEKvh3zVc/s400/08_03-graduation02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-268985039927570400?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SiAxEXlFDoI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5OvEKvh3zVc/s72-c/08_03-graduation02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-8698610414498082008</id><published>2009-05-27T16:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:05:28.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heartbreak is a gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;unseen as it may be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;it makes you look at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;and who you're meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;It tells you, you must grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;and not to be pushed low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;It tells you to stand tall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;even when you're feeling small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;It tells you to accept the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;to run from it is in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is full of darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you must push through with happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slowly, the heartbreak takes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;and forms your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;and you realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;there is no more strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;That this heartbreak that seemed to kill you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;seems to be the only way to heal too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eventually, I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;this hidden gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;God gave to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through the pain and ache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;of seething heartbreak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;He showed me His divine way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;and who I need to be today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heartbreak is a gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;unseen as it may be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;it makes me lift my hands and thank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;God for finding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sh2jCuOkfEI/AAAAAAAAASk/Z4wTQzr14fc/s1600-h/Waihi%2520Beach%2520sunrise%252022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340604000295484482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sh2jCuOkfEI/AAAAAAAAASk/Z4wTQzr14fc/s400/Waihi%2520Beach%2520sunrise%252022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-8698610414498082008?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sh2jCuOkfEI/AAAAAAAAASk/Z4wTQzr14fc/s72-c/Waihi%2520Beach%2520sunrise%252022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-4057218379078968043</id><published>2009-05-26T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:00:05.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Inspired by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;a simple line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;or two, of poetry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to make, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;my thoughts known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;to the world outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;The world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;so left behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and confused in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;all the rush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;can't slow down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;it seems it might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;bust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;This panting of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;like a tired, ancient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;who has seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's better days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and pleads to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;give it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;We can't just sit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and let,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;the world fly by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;we must try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;try and do an act,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;an act to save,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;this floundering fish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;laying out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need to be near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;a quiet wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;a heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;so good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;something calm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;not like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was inspired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;by a simple line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;or two of poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;It said, in my history book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;"don't you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;agree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's words were simple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;yet said so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I quote them here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;"To live in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;is sad enough without this rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;pounding on my shelter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I quote the great Sogi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and his simple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Haiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-4057218379078968043?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/4057218379078968043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspired-by-simple-line-or-two-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4057218379078968043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4057218379078968043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspired-by-simple-line-or-two-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-817900862151394936</id><published>2009-05-26T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:52:25.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles Never Cease...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That about says it all...I thought that it would take me an extremely long amount of time to get over all this pain. And while I'm still not completely over it, God is helping to heal my heart. It seems that (finally) everything is going to be all right. The sun really will break through the clouds and the rain. "...And then may God grant unto you that your burdens may be light, through the joy of his Son..." &lt;em&gt;Alma 33:23 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-817900862151394936?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/817900862151394936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/miracles-never-cease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/817900862151394936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/817900862151394936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/miracles-never-cease.html' title='Miracles Never Cease...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-2399292539296233898</id><published>2009-05-21T15:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:22:00.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has supported me and keeps supporting me through this tough time. It means a lot to me...more than I can say. Thanks for your words of advice and comfort. Hopefully, I can get through this sooner than later. Thanks for understanding! Ya'll have been my rays of sunshine through this storm. Please, keep the advice coming and please pray for me. I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-2399292539296233898?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/2399292539296233898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2399292539296233898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2399292539296233898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-4415006984503853955</id><published>2009-05-20T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:22:02.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, I am just soooooo happy I did the right thing yesterday! I got my temple interview for our youth temple trip tomorrow night...and they actually sat us down one by one this time and asked us each all the questions. I was soooo happy that I was able (because of the decision I made yesterday) that I could answer each question with a clear conscience and be worthy to go to the temple! I just thank God that He gave me the strength to do the right thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-4415006984503853955?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/4415006984503853955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4415006984503853955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4415006984503853955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessings.html' title='Blessings....'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-893316214248587646</id><published>2009-05-20T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:53:11.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, I did one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life. But afterwards, surprisingly, I felt good. I knew I had done the right thing. And that, even though it would take some time, everything would be ok. But then I woke up this morning...and the reality of the consequences from doing what was right crashed down on me. I did what was right...but I didn't necessarily want to. And so this morning, I thought of all the things I had to give up. But that's how the Devil works. He makes it seem as if we had just stayed in doing what's wrong...everything would be better. But I know that's not true. Still, it was hard for me to get up and get going. And then, I found this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every night I lie awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My thoughts rolling in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is won, love is lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And loves that might have been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see the ghost of long, lost hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And shattered broken dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To carry on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's harder than it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I gotta let it go, all the pain and thrive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I gotta let it go, and move on with my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I gotta let it go, it's time to let it be,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let it go, and then I can be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times gone by,I can't deny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've left their mark on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't understand the master plan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That only God can see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know, I wanna go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lock it all inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why and say goodbye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And gather up my pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let it go, all the pain and thrive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let it go, and move on with my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let it go, it's time to let it be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let it go, and then I can be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have the will to carry on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's made me strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned too much to turn my head away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And brick by brick, I'll build my life again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll begin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To learn from all of my mistakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then let them fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let it go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to let it go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to let it go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let it go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to let it go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to let it go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let it go, all the pain and thrive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let it go, and move on with my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let it go, it's time to let it be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let it go, and then I can be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Let It Go" by Kyle (From Jump In!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337934652824190690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/ShQnSP_VfuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-05IzpzILT8/s400/honduranskies08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-893316214248587646?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/893316214248587646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/893316214248587646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/893316214248587646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-go.html' title='Let It Go...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/ShQnSP_VfuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-05IzpzILT8/s72-c/honduranskies08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-2114819489007205067</id><published>2009-05-19T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:59:13.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it's not like her to drive that slow, nothing's on the radio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She usually comes right in, now I can tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the last time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The first of every tear I'm gonna cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes me wishing things had never changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But here comes goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can hear her say "I love you" like it was yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One day I thought I'd see her with her daddy by her side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And violins would play Here Comes The Bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But here comes goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the last time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The first of every tear I'm gonna cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes me wishing things had never changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But here comes goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why's it have to go from good to gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Before the lights turn on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah, and you're left alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh! But here comes goodbye! Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the last time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The first of every tear I'm gonna cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes me wishing things had never changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But here comes goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Here Comes Goodbye"-Rascall Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-2114819489007205067?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/2114819489007205067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-hear-truck-tires-coming-up-gravel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2114819489007205067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2114819489007205067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-hear-truck-tires-coming-up-gravel.html' title=''/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-2711905635797115815</id><published>2009-05-18T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:02:07.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...and Pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. Ya'll....I never realized how much God has given me until today. He gave me...life. He gave me the opprotunity to come to this earth and experience the joys and sorrows that come with mortality. Yes, the joys AND the sorrows. As humans, we look at pain as something to be avoided. Today, I finally realized that it is so true that without pain, we would not know joy. I have heard that my whole life but I never realized how true it was until today. Tommorrow is going to be a very painful day for me. I can't explain the details here...but I have to do something I know will cause me pain. I have to tell someone I love dearly, goodbye. But even though that will cause me a lot of pain and sadness, I know that if I lean on the Lord, I will get through this. He is there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, a lot of the pain we humans go through is self-inflicted. It is our own faults most of the time. Such is the case with me. &lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, I did remember all my sins and iniquities, for which I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="TG Guilt." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/alma/36/13a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tormented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Moses 1: 20." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/alma/36/13b" type="A" mark="b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; of hell; yea, I saw that I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="TG Disobedience." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/alma/36/13c" type="B" mark="c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;rebelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; against my God, and that I had not kept his holy commandments." (Alma 36:13) But God has made it possible for us to be rid of our pain and sorrow. For us to repent of our sins and return to Him.  "And I trust, according to the Spirit of God which is in me, that I shall also have joy over you; nevertheless I do not desire that my joy over you should come by the cause of so much afflictions and sorrow which I have had for the brethren at Zarahemla, for behold, my joy cometh over them after wading through much affliction and sorrow." (Alma 7:5) After the pain comes the joy. "What time I am afraid, I will &lt;a title="1 Sam. 30: 6." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/ps/56/3a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;trust&lt;/a&gt; in thee.;&lt;br /&gt;In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my &lt;a title="TG Trust in God." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/ps/56/4a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;trust&lt;/a&gt;; I will not &lt;a title="Ps. 118: 6; Isa. 51: 12; 2 Ne. 8: 7 (7, 12); D&amp;amp;C 122: 9." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/ps/56/4b" type="A" mark="b"&gt;fear&lt;/a&gt; what flesh can do unto me." (Psalms 56:3-4) I have put my trust in God...and I will make it through. God will not take our pain completely away, because we need to experience it, but He will make it easier for us to handle. He will make our burdens light. All He asks is that we lean upon Him and do what He asks of us. Not much is it? He has given us so much and yet He asks so little of us. Can't we give Him that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-2711905635797115815?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/2711905635797115815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifeand-pain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2711905635797115815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2711905635797115815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifeand-pain.html' title='Life...and Pain.'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-2644233697212595919</id><published>2009-05-14T21:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:31:11.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Almost There"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok...so yes, I put that in quotations. See, for all you TRUE Star Wars fans, remember in the *first* old one how the guy that's trying to blow up the Death Star is like "Almost there....almost there..."...and then he gets blown up. (I know...a little morbid...not my fault.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335856012629018626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SgzExd1iiAI/AAAAAAAAALs/tVHAKCe35fs/s320/death-star-explosion-star-wars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyways...that's how I feel right now about Carowinds and everything. Like, today, we finally convinced Ms. Pace to let us meet earlier. So yay there! But we are still waiting for the School Board to give us our money. We are "scheduled" to get it tomorrow...but who knows? Just keep praying ya'll pleassssseeeee. Maybe (I know this is corny), just maybe, we'll get successful like Luke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; DAY UNTIL &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CAROWINDS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;COMPETITION!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WOOT WOOT!!!! Thanks for all your prayers!! (And for you Trekkies out there, "Live long and prosper..") (Mmm...saw the new Star Trek movie last weekend....it was SOOO good! Ya'll should totally go see it! Love ya!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-2644233697212595919?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/2644233697212595919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2644233697212595919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2644233697212595919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-there.html' title='&quot;Almost There&quot;...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SgzExd1iiAI/AAAAAAAAALs/tVHAKCe35fs/s72-c/death-star-explosion-star-wars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-4890819383331801145</id><published>2009-05-13T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:02:29.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SgttUlT2iMI/AAAAAAAAALk/gvkvDCjmklo/s1600-h/carowindslogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335478383930673346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SgttUlT2iMI/AAAAAAAAALk/gvkvDCjmklo/s320/carowindslogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; DAYS UNTIL &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*above*&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COMPETITION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey people!!! Well, well, well. "Days go by, I can feel 'em flying like a hand out the window in the wind...." :) Time does seem to be flying away as I speak...write...whatever. But yeah....I'll go ahead and thank ya'll for your prayers! Keep em coming! For my foot....and that the School Board will give us our money by Friday! Oh...and that Ms. Pace will agree to us meeting at 7 AM. Anyways, today, I got the...umm...worst news. None of us will be performing individual numbers at our big performance. So while that takes pressure off of me and my foot...I am upset. I have been working my BUTT off trying to get this choreographed. ("Shadow Of The Day"-Linkin Park) And now, I won't even get to perform. This was also important to me because this is my last year of show choir. And this number was going to like my "goodbye" to everyone. And now I don't have the opprotunity. But you know? That's life...and life will move on. I'll get to perform sometime. At least I get to perform with the rest of the Show Choir. But, hopefully, the School Board will give us our money Friday. If not...who knows what will happen?! Please, please pray for us! Thanks to you all! Love ya!&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/8541020749281941955-4890819383331801145?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/4890819383331801145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-it-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4890819383331801145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4890819383331801145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-it-coming.html' title='Keep it Coming...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SgttUlT2iMI/AAAAAAAAALk/gvkvDCjmklo/s72-c/carowindslogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-5853204686395304284</id><published>2009-05-12T21:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:15:01.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; DAYS UNTIL &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CAROWINDS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COMPETITION!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow....it's just getting closer and closer! This is sooo freaky! But I am soooo excited! Carowinds is going to be soooo much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do have to say that in all this excitement....and happiness...and more excitement....there is something that's scaring me. I have a sprain/stress fracture. In my foot. Metatarsal and my piggy toe. And with all the dancing we do in Show Choir...that's serious. Today, in practice, it started killing me about half way through. I wrapped it up but it still hurt. I would appreciate it a lot if ya'll would pray for me. I need prayers really bad. I not only have competition coming up...but I have to choreograph a whole 5 minute dance for our Big Show Choir Performance next Tuesday! (May 19th, 7:00 PM, Camden High Performing Arts Center) Not to complain...I don't want to sound whiny. But please, please pray for me! Thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-5853204686395304284?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/5853204686395304284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/counting-down.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/5853204686395304284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/5853204686395304284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-2346659493233652670</id><published>2009-05-11T19:02:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:50:57.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Prom Photos...Make-Up And Hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgiu5lH1nYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NpJN7QPUVT8/s1600-h/April-Prom+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334706062861114754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgiu5lH1nYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NpJN7QPUVT8/s200/April-Prom+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I'm belated about this...but I still have some coming! 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SgixOT9j0MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/N1H8wWkZEL4/s320/April-Prom+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SgiyQIbJycI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5MqFXKeWJnk/s1600-h/memotherlaresa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334709748829374914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SgiyQIbJycI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5MqFXKeWJnk/s320/memotherlaresa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgiza8VCKSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bSN93o2LcEI/s1600-h/April-Prom+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334711034072672546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgiza8VCKSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bSN93o2LcEI/s320/April-Prom+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgi0JZjnPoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pnqcWgd2mNQ/s1600-h/April-Prom+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334711832192433794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgi0JZjnPoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pnqcWgd2mNQ/s320/April-Prom+2009+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgi0zP9kGbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pcaumP7iUP8/s1600-h/April-Prom+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334712551171430834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgi0zP9kGbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pcaumP7iUP8/s320/April-Prom+2009+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgi1rVENl6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/YPv5OmsNXGM/s1600-h/April-Prom+2009+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334713514614167458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgi1rVENl6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/YPv5OmsNXGM/s320/April-Prom+2009+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Singing...O&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgi2YXTjzNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BWkjiuFlxFs/s1600-h/April-Prom+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334714288309521618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgi2YXTjzNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BWkjiuFlxFs/s400/April-Prom+2009+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ta-da!!!&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/8541020749281941955-2346659493233652670?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/2346659493233652670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-prom-photosmake-up-and-hair.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2346659493233652670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2346659493233652670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-prom-photosmake-up-and-hair.html' title='More Prom Photos...Make-Up And Hair...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sgiu5lH1nYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NpJN7QPUVT8/s72-c/April-Prom+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-3235455300500068774</id><published>2009-05-11T18:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:01:31.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; DAYS UNTIL &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CAROWINDS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COMPETITION!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yay!!! I'm sooo excited! But so nervous at the same time! Last year didn't go so well...but this year we have a pretty big...and GOOD...group! So I'm hoping the judges will give us good scores! I mean, we don't have a Show Choir class like most schools do...but we've been working really hard and we sound pretty good. This is soooo exciting! And I mean, getting to go to Carowinds is pretty good in and of itself! But competing is actually a plus! Plus, I get to be with my friends all day long! Haha...YAY! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-3235455300500068774?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/3235455300500068774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3235455300500068774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3235455300500068774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-998478023508061758</id><published>2009-05-09T13:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:41:17.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok people...I give myself FULL permission to complain a little here. So if you don't care for it....you'll just have to "suck it up" and get over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So...The Kershaw County Show Choir is supposed to be going to Carowinds in EXACTLY one week from today. (Well...7:00 this morning.) The only problem with that is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The School Board won't give us our money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me explain. You see, Mr. and Ms. Jowers so kindly donated 1,500 dollars to the Kershaw County Show Choir. For us to go to Carowinds and other expenses as needed. The School Board said they would hold on to it for Ms. Pace until she needed it. Well, seeing it's one week, we need it. And they wouldn't give it to her. That's only the beginning of our problems. Ends up that they tell Ms. Pace they will give her the money. But they still haven't. And we were supposed to get new dresses with that money. We ordered the dresses...but they still won't give us the money. So in the end, Ms.&lt;br /&gt;Pace has charged a total of over 1,000 dollars on her own credit card so we can get these things in time. Ends up we don't know when we are going to be getting these things exactly. And we don't know what exactly is going on with the School Board. So yes, we all are just &lt;em&gt;slightly &lt;/em&gt;pissed. (I'm being very very sarcastic with the "slightly".) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what I hate? Our government is so...sickening nowadays. They're all so extremely full of themselves. They don't give a crap about us "little people" who are SUPPOSED to be making the decisions. Everything is so wrong now. We all go to the theaters to see movies like Eagle Eye and The Dark Knight and those...but we don't realize how close those are to reality. Me and my brother, Tony were talking about this once. In the movie Eagle Eye (good movie by the way), there's this machine that watches and hears everything that is said and done all over the United States. It's tracking everyone. And it's been designed by the government. And they think it's a good thing. But it ends up being the worst thing. It gets many innocent people killed and almost carries out a plan (that it devised) to assasinate the President and all the important people in the government. My point? The government has things just like this. And we don't realize it. When you get on your computer and it's going really slow, and you just think that it's because of your service or whatever, not so true. The government tracks computers. Everyone's. That's a invasion of our own privacy. But my point was, Tony pointed something out to me. If they can come up with all this technology for these movies, they probably have it or something very similar already. Everything is so, so twisted now. The people who are supposed to representing the people of America are just these sick-minded and rich jerks who spend all the money we give them on their whores and beer and rich wine and their expensive computers and blackberrys and cars. We are the ones doing the hard work, while they just sit back and feed off of us. It's like the fable of the Grasshopper and the Ant. The ants do all the hard work during the summer while the Grasshopper just spends his time skipping around and lounging around. Then, when winter comes and the Grasshopper is starving and has nothing to eat, he expects the ants to come to his rescue. Our government is not a democracy anymore. The government the good men of 1783 set up is gone. We are being used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"...Overseas, yeah, we tryin' stop terrorism, but we still got terrorists here livin' in the USA, the big CIA, the Bloods and the Crips, and the KKK..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;("Where Is The Love" by The Black-Eyed Peas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-998478023508061758?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/998478023508061758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-well-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/998478023508061758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/998478023508061758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-well-well.html' title='Well Well Well...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-1866466356725454923</id><published>2009-05-07T15:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:02:06.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm...Am I Smart Or What??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodness Gracious. I suppose we all have our.....um...shall we say...&lt;em&gt;slow...&lt;/em&gt;moments. (Some more often than others. *cough* me *cough*) Anywho, I definitely had a "slow" moment yesterday. You see...me being the dancer...and &lt;strong&gt;moderate &lt;/strong&gt;(emphasis on MODERATE) daredevil I am....ok...I'll admit it. I am just plain stupid sometimes. Anyways, yesterday during Show Choir, I decided I would be very very smart. So, I was up on the stage (which is like four feet off the ground, mind you) and I decided I would jump off. Well......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                    FAIL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never...NEVER....&lt;strong&gt;NEVER...&lt;em&gt;NEVER...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do an entrechat off something four feet off the ground. Or for that matter, just don't do it off of anywhere BUT the ground! It's an EXTREMELY bad idea. Luckily for me, I didn't break my foot....just about killed it though. We're not sure what exactly is wrong with it. Obviously, I landed on it hard enough to make it painful to walk...or stand...or anything. And we have PLENTY of Show Choir performances coming up (one today! oh killjoy...) and I have to get to work on some choreography. Kinda hard to do that when you can't point your foot....much less even stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah....I'll admit it. Sometimes...Well, a LOT of the time...I can be pretty stupid. &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/8541020749281941955-1866466356725454923?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/1866466356725454923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/mmmam-i-smart-or-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/1866466356725454923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/1866466356725454923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/mmmam-i-smart-or-what.html' title='Mmm...Am I Smart Or What??!'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-3586876948869246981</id><published>2009-05-04T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:26:13.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Note on My Birthday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0392625/"&gt;Francis&lt;/a&gt;: Today's my birthday and my father says I can have anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000607/"&gt;Pee-wee&lt;/a&gt;: Good for you and your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0392625/"&gt;Francis&lt;/a&gt;: So guess what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000607/"&gt;Pee-wee&lt;/a&gt;: A new brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0392625/"&gt;Francis&lt;/a&gt;: No. Your bike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-3586876948869246981?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/3586876948869246981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-note-on-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3586876948869246981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3586876948869246981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-note-on-my-birthday.html' title='Little Note on My Birthday....'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-1854584196553437186</id><published>2009-05-04T08:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:14:36.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hah....one year older....oh killjoy. Time just seems to be flying by. It seems like it was just yesterday that I turned twelve and was a new little beehive. And now I'm sixteen and a laurel! Time is just going by without me realizing it! (I guess that's the whole point of this blog...hah.) But yay! Happy Birthday to meeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331940684298178754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sf7bzXML0MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FZTOhSDzX9k/s400/birthday-cake.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-1854584196553437186?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/1854584196553437186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/1854584196553437186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/1854584196553437186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO.....'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/Sf7bzXML0MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FZTOhSDzX9k/s72-c/birthday-cake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-4839086780020276221</id><published>2009-05-02T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:10:04.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom 2009: My Life-Saver!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzEjbJkjsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SGASE8FrdWo/s1600-h/pentax+ist+2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331352171762192066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzEjbJkjsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SGASE8FrdWo/s400/pentax+ist+2009+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Lifesaver, Mother Laresa! Thanks a BILLION for doing my hair! Girl TIME! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-4839086780020276221?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/4839086780020276221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-2009-my-life-saver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4839086780020276221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4839086780020276221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-2009-my-life-saver.html' title='Prom 2009: My Life-Saver!!'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzEjbJkjsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SGASE8FrdWo/s72-c/pentax+ist+2009+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-3642855876866382559</id><published>2009-05-02T17:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:07:19.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzB4K-S5UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M6IkkH_e49M/s1600-h/pentax+ist+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331349229662299458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzB4K-S5UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M6IkkH_e49M/s320/pentax+ist+2009+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzBr-SJrpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_7Ukd3Bu5Fk/s1600-h/pentax+ist+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331349020097490578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzBr-SJrpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_7Ukd3Bu5Fk/s320/pentax+ist+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was Prom!! I had sooooo much fun! Thought I would put up some pictures for ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzBk6KcoVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P0b7UID6sY4/s1600-h/pentax+ist+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331348898732351826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzBk6KcoVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P0b7UID6sY4/s320/pentax+ist+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331349662048832194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzCRVvRysI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5KOUmfFnN7w/s320/pentax+ist+2009+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me and JP being freaks beforehand...Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-3642855876866382559?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/3642855876866382559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3642855876866382559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3642855876866382559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-2009.html' title='PROM 2009!!'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfzB4K-S5UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M6IkkH_e49M/s72-c/pentax+ist+2009+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-3273974034660162507</id><published>2009-04-25T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:10:22.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead." -Anon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up this morning not wanting to get out of bed. We all have those days...I just felt like laying in bed...all day long. I have to admit, my outlook on life was not very good. I was a little angry...and sad. I felt like, "Why can't life just move on?" I just wanted to be left alone. And have my own time to be sad. But then I realized, "Life's too short to be sad..." I decided that life has to be taken as it comes...and even when it goes a different way than the was we want it to, we have to keep going anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You wake up in the morning, and lo! your purse is magically filled with twenty-four hours of the magic tissue of the universe of your life. No one can take it from you. No one receives either more or less than you receive. Waste your infinitely precious commodity as much as you will, and the supply will never be withheld from you. Moreover, you cannot draw on the future. Impossible to get into debt. You can only waste the passing movements. You cannot waste tomorrow. It is kept for you." -Arnold Bennet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So true! Everyone receives twenty-four hours. How we decide to spend those hours, however, is up to us. God blesses us with every morning we wake up to. But some of us waste those hours being angry or sad...or just not appreciating life for what it really is. And then, before we know it, we don't have any twenty-four hours coming to us anymore. They're gone. And we're dead. We don't have time to go back and say we're sorry. We don't have time to go back and make that phone call. We don't have time to go back and spend time with the people we love. We're gone. We have to take the time &lt;strong&gt;now. &lt;/strong&gt;We don't have time to waste it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=228"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joan Borysenko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How will we choose to live? What will we spend our time on? Will we choose to be selfish with our time, to only look back and see what we could have done? Will we choose to be giving, and look back and see what we did? Will we be ashamed? Will we be proud? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-3273974034660162507?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/3273974034660162507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoy-life-theres-plenty-of-time-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3273974034660162507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3273974034660162507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoy-life-theres-plenty-of-time-to-be.html' title='&quot;Enjoy life. There&apos;s plenty of time to be dead.&quot; -Anon.'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-3820227898387223534</id><published>2009-04-24T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:15:46.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought that hiding all my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was protecting my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I never built anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;High enough to fall apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And what I was looking for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Didn't know where to start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe this is happening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The day I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said welcome to the rest of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause you created a new me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And all the emptiness died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was afraid to give love another try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh I can't believe this is happening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that this might get me in trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's time I let my defenses down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause I am no longer afraid of a struggle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I've overcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've overcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess I'm addicted to happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just can't get enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I decided to give up pride, and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Surrender my trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got no choice left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But to believe in us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally this is happening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that this might get me in trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's time I let my defenses down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause I am no longer afraid of a struggle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I've overcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've overcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally let myself go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I let all my guards down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby I'm yours now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're in control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took the chains off my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I'm in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that this might get me in trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's time I let my defenses down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause I am no longer afraid of a struggle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I've overcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've overcome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Overcome" By Jordin Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-3820227898387223534?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/3820227898387223534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/overcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3820227898387223534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/3820227898387223534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/overcome.html' title='Overcome...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-6176812303401686916</id><published>2009-04-23T16:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:24:04.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's said that everything comes full circle. I never realized how true this is until today. The &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kershaw County Show Choir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is having their big concert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!! Ms. Pace gave us members the opprutunity to perform something during the show. And I, of course, am going to dance. So, I started looking for a song to choreograph. I started out with Josh Groban's "So She Dances". Then I decided that wasn't what I wanted to do. So I moved on to another song by Josh Groban, "February Song". But that just didn't seem right either. So I moved on to Miley Cyrus's "The Climb" from the Hannah Montana movie. But that wasn't right either. Then, I started looking at other songs. I looked at "Every Day" by Rascall Flatts, "With Arms Wide Open" by Creed, "If You're Not The One" by Daniel Bedingfield, and many many others. But none of them seemed right. So, finally, I put Josh Groban on again. I was determined to listen to every song in English until I found a song I felt...spoke to me. But something directed me to one song in particular. I listened to it...and read the lyrics....and it fit how I was feeling and what I wanted to express to the audience so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's funny how things come in full circle. But sometimes, just like with dating and shopping, you just need to look at what else is out there...but you always come back to what's right for you. You just need to realize what you love about it. In this case, I definitely did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfDOCBdKpbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8T-hZyw1-3w/s1600-h/show+choir+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327984893325125042" style="WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfDOCBdKpbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8T-hZyw1-3w/s400/show+choir+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-6176812303401686916?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/6176812303401686916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-circle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/6176812303401686916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/6176812303401686916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfDOCBdKpbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8T-hZyw1-3w/s72-c/show+choir+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-8208713643015730081</id><published>2009-04-23T08:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:09:06.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font size='+2'&gt;Miley Cyrus - The Climb lyrics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb (yeah yeah ea ea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa a oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size='+1'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/' target='_blank'&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/miley_cyrus/' target='_blank'&gt;Miley Cyrus lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/miley_cyrus/the_climb.html' target='_blank'&gt;The Climb lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-8208713643015730081?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/8208713643015730081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/miley-cyrus-climb-lyrics-i-can-almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/8208713643015730081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/8208713643015730081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/miley-cyrus-climb-lyrics-i-can-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-8147361416445953378</id><published>2009-04-21T13:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:13:56.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love that phrase. "Prama" Found it on About.com's Prom/Formal Dances page. It's soooo true. This will be my first year going to prom....and wow, I never knew it was this difficult! I always thought prom was so simple. The girls get a pretty dress and do their hair and nails and make-up a little different...and the guys throw on a tux. Well, somebody says "Would you go to Prom with me?"....and all of a sudden...all this "Prama" surrounds you. The dress, the accessories, the make-up, the hair, the shoes, the nails, the food, the flowers, the ride....everything! And time just seems to fly by. Before you know it, you have two weeks, and nothing seems to be coming together. The corsage and boutonniere aren't ordered...you have no idea where you're going to eat...it just seems like nothing's going to &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;work. But somehow, somehow, you know it's all going to. I mean, it's prom, right?! It's the dream night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess now it's official,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't back out, can't back out,No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gettin ready (gettin ready, oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the night of nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The night of nights (all right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't panic.Panic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now do we have to dress up for the Prom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dude, I don't think we have the choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah it's the night of all nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got to look just right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dressing to impress the boys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I want classic or vintage or plaid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where's the mirror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this tux is too baggy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too tight, it makes me look weird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I go movie star, glamorous, sassy or sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know, but no one better wear the same dress as me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the night of our nightmares (it's the night of our dreams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's too late to back out of this (hey!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Makeovers, massages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know what a corsage is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been waiting all our lives for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's gonna be a night (can't wait)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To remember (aw man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come on now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Big fun (all right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's gonna be the night (I guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To last forever (lucky us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll never ever ever forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm..That's how it seems so far....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327858735609797554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfBbSrV727I/AAAAAAAAADE/6wskmbeAKng/s320/anighttoremember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-8147361416445953378?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/8147361416445953378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/prama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/8147361416445953378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/8147361416445953378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/04/prama.html' title='Prama...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SfBbSrV727I/AAAAAAAAADE/6wskmbeAKng/s72-c/anighttoremember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-4754954671761148727</id><published>2009-03-24T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:12:41.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To "Normal"...or not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've heard that "Normal is just a setting on the dryer." So I suppose it's not really appropriate to say that mylife is back to "normal". I mean, who ever really has a &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt; life? Although my life is less hectic now that the play is over, it's not quite back to where it was. It's amazing how the arts can affect your life. This time, they affected mine for good. I made so many new friends and had so any great experiences that I never want to forget. And I hope I never will. I mean, the theme of the play, in and of itself, affected how I see life. The whole theme of Our Town is realizing how wonderful life is. And how we, as we are living, don't grasp that fact. In the third act, Simon Stimson angrily tells Emily how the living waste time, trampling on the feelings of others and existing in a self-centered world of “ignorance and blindness.” Most times this is true. But on the other hand, life is a wonderful thing. It's a gift. Shouldn't we all treat it all as so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-4754954671761148727?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/4754954671761148727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-normalor-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4754954671761148727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/4754954671761148727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-normalor-not.html' title='Back To &quot;Normal&quot;...or not..'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-5800879094348327140</id><published>2009-03-14T12:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:59:40.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"We're done...but it's not over.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A line from one of my favorite songs, "Our Time Is Here", by the Camp Rock Cast. It explains exactly how I feel. Today will be the last performance of Our Town. We (the cast) will never be able to participate in another play together; so many people are graduating. I will miss everyone so much. But at the same time, it's not over. We have made so many great friendships that we are determined to keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The arts are amazing. They bring people together in ways that don't seem possible. We have so many people from different backgrounds in our cast, but amazingly, we all get along. We all love each other so much. I think we have been so successful because of that. Our play has touched so many people. I believe the audience can feel the love and care that we have for each other. They can feel that we aren't just "acting" like we care, we truly do. It's truly a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Michaela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daquan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shiela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yamen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brittany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Terrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chelsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Terek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cramer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Beasley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you all. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-5800879094348327140?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/5800879094348327140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-donebut-its-not-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/5800879094348327140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/5800879094348327140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-donebut-its-not-over.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re done...but it&apos;s not over..&quot;'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-2130764035507788168</id><published>2009-03-09T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:36:20.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew....haven't been this stressed in a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's scary how fast time goes when you're in a play. Good gracious, Our Town....Talk about stress! And I'm not even one of the actors! I am the "dancer"...I dance at the beginning and ending of the play. I actually have a very important part. I set the "tone" for the whole entire play. But back to why I'm stressed. We have been improving A LOT through the last few weeks...and now that it's the WEEK OF THE SHOW...everything's falling apart. It's not working the way it's supposed to. Tonight, the whole technical aspect was off....which threw all of the actors off. Which is aggravating. And then our set crew wouldn't be quiet backstage. After many dance recitals going off without much of a hitch, (ok..maybe there was one...or two....or ten..), it's very frustrating. Sometimes, I just feel like going up to the Director and being like, "Can I just do it myself?" But I can't do that. And I feel so helpless for that reason. And a lot of the others are feeling this way. One of the guys, after we had stopped, he was standing there...and I could see that he was feeling the same way I was. When something goes wrong, I tend to feel like it's my job to fix it...not job...but RESPOSIBILITY. I LOVE performing...don't get me wrong. But part of me just feels like it should be going better. I'm hoping it will work out before long. At least by dress rehearsal! "/ Well....we'll see. March 12-14! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-2130764035507788168?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/2130764035507788168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/03/whewhavent-been-this-stressed-in-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2130764035507788168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/2130764035507788168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/03/whewhavent-been-this-stressed-in-while.html' title='Whew....haven&apos;t been this stressed in a while...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541020749281941955.post-8136602025765275271</id><published>2009-02-21T19:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:09:51.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this picture that I always called my album cover...and I finally made it into one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305410131694456450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SaCaZ89oDoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xoZBdLiTCM0/s400/myalbumcover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just love music and I think it would be wonderful to one day become a singer. But, it's all up to God, not me. For now, I'll just stick to listening and singing for fun..as well as with my fabulous friends. Music is so wonderful. Music is my life. I always tell people that I wish life was a musical...because it would make life so much easier. Music can communicate things that words cannot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Music, because of its specific and far-reaching metaphorical powers, can name the unnamable and communicate the unknowable." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=2028"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leonard Bernstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music...is the key to the heart. As Pau (Pablo) Casals said : "Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart." Music speaks directly to the heart. I talk to so many people and they think it's amazing when someone can sing well or play an instrument. Probably because music pulls on one's heartstrings and makes them feel things words cannot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music is the pathway to one's soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541020749281941955-8136602025765275271?l=everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/feeds/8136602025765275271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-and-my-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/8136602025765275271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541020749281941955/posts/default/8136602025765275271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryminutem.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-and-my-music.html' title='Me and music...'/><author><name>mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329696170626785534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj4NUn9fwxg/Ts-874N7vII/AAAAAAAABOE/vLbd7A_TSeo/s220/312995_232399393492106_100001661401854_621242_1381773548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MtnV_rghKY/SaCaZ89oDoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xoZBdLiTCM0/s72-c/myalbumcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
