<?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-6897426529493218316</id><updated>2011-11-09T23:46:12.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>s i m p l i c i t y</title><subtitle type='html'>-and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3243955645578673211</id><published>2011-11-09T23:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:46:12.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it is.</title><content type='html'>I've just scrolled my way through my blog. Man, the thoughts that have run through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay that I'm here in life. It's okay that I don't stay with one person or in one place. That's life. Learn from things and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to be where I am at today. I'm blessed to have God's will always present on my mind. That my life is truly of great purpose to this world. That the people that have known me have been affected by me. I am eager, extremely eager to embark on yet another journey in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ClUfpVpZrA/TrtlFcRopzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WhsfRB0Pg_s/s1600/SSPX0904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ClUfpVpZrA/TrtlFcRopzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WhsfRB0Pg_s/s320/SSPX0904.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a wonderful heart I have to take on the world with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3243955645578673211?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3243955645578673211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3243955645578673211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-so-it-is.html' title='And so it is.'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ClUfpVpZrA/TrtlFcRopzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WhsfRB0Pg_s/s72-c/SSPX0904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1002565270336751677</id><published>2011-02-22T23:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:43:05.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Believe more strongly, more audaciously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1002565270336751677?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1002565270336751677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1002565270336751677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2011/02/believe-more-strongly-more-audaciously.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2166306301921466252</id><published>2010-08-03T19:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:10:29.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2166306301921466252?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2166306301921466252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2166306301921466252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2010/08/andrea.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-739405468750588121</id><published>2010-07-22T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:54:27.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/TEkEWZSF-tI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rOFxqqzH8Z8/s1600/divein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496929602972809938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/TEkEWZSF-tI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rOFxqqzH8Z8/s400/divein.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill up your heart with ardent love for Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-739405468750588121?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/739405468750588121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/739405468750588121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2010/07/fill-up-your-heart-with-ardent-love-for.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/TEkEWZSF-tI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rOFxqqzH8Z8/s72-c/divein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3809000026748903768</id><published>2010-07-14T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:44:19.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Brian McDermett?</title><content type='html'>I deleted my facebook today. Or should I say I &lt;em&gt;deactivated&lt;/em&gt; my facebook. Basically I'm getting really irritated at how easily I can just log in and check other people's updates and pictures. Literally, facebook has become my television. Another reason I get so frustrated with myself when it comes to social networking is that I absolutely CAN NOT stand knowing that my life and my business is open for everyone to see. I mean I guess I could just be smart and keep my personal life disclosed, but somehow that always fails to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completly different note, I want to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I said it. Marriage has been uncontrollably on my mind for somewhere around 3 weeks now. Honestly I feel that if the opportunity presented itself I would jump at the chance of being Mrs. Brian McDermett. With all of this said, I acknowledge that I am a completely hormonal and crazy woman. I am 98.3526% sure that this is probably just a crazy phase, nontheless I still want to be married to Brian. The idea of being young, mature, equally spiritual, and happily married together at this point sounds so good. The idea of making my husband delicious meals to come home to is so exciting. The idea of Brian no longer having to say "Goodnight baby I'll see you tomorrow" sounds perfect for me. The idea of blessed marital sex sounds wild and amazing. The meer idea of just waking up and going to sleep next to Brian sounds incredible! The idea of having my lifetime partner right now sounds wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously nowhere near ready &lt;strong&gt;according to God&lt;/strong&gt;. I am so not ready maturity-wise. I can be sweet and kind, yet I can just as quickly be mean and stubborn. It takes me too long to fully accept Brian's apology and get over the whole dispute. I get quiet and unneccesarily reserved for no reason. I am easily offended. I start most arguments. I'm not the first person to try and fix myself. I don't try hard enough to make our spiritual life as important as our relationship itself. I am hot tempered. It's hard to admit, but I have a whole bunch of stuff that I have to fix- for my relationship with Brian, but most importantly myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will take care of me and help me. I have a yearning to be committed to Brian for a reason, but I don't want to be stupid and act on it the first chance I get. I know I would be doing an injustice to Brian if I went into marriage halfbootied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3809000026748903768?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3809000026748903768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3809000026748903768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2010/07/mrs-brian-mcdermett.html' title='Mrs. Brian McDermett?'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-5546142020249631818</id><published>2010-07-03T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:07:50.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have found the paradox that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love. -Mother Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-5546142020249631818?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5546142020249631818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5546142020249631818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-found-paradox-that-if-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-5329270035507382882</id><published>2010-06-06T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:23:50.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;If you were here, all of these troubles will still be here, too, but at least they wouldn't matter. I am not saying though, nor implying that you must cater to my selfish needs and pleas to be comforted, because I don't want you to. Not when you have troubles of your own to deal with, with which I am more than happy to help as well. I'm just acknowledging the fact that you make life seem so much better, so much more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy. I just wanted you to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-5329270035507382882?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5329270035507382882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5329270035507382882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-you-thats-all.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7377752540830213998</id><published>2010-03-18T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:00:03.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to know him, love him, and serve him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Why is it so easy for me to lose my spirtuality in electronics, bad relationships, selfishness, or wasted energy? God is so much more than any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, how in love with me you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-7377752540830213998?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7377752540830213998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7377752540830213998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-know-him-love-him-and-serve.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-4383521822540569090</id><published>2009-12-23T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:26:22.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SzKZCjpu_pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GZoX_hwRrTo/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418561570889203346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SzKZCjpu_pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GZoX_hwRrTo/s400/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6897426529493218316-4383521822540569090?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4383521822540569090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4383521822540569090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SzKZCjpu_pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GZoX_hwRrTo/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-5592381797676965912</id><published>2009-12-18T11:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:09:55.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to have a messy bed with you. When you come home I want to surprise you with a fridge full of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not ever give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-5592381797676965912?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5592381797676965912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5592381797676965912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-have-messy-bed-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7008803598380569410</id><published>2009-12-18T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:53:07.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>december,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SyuzarMP_yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cVX5TA1-EVM/s1600-h/thebesthings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416620247695228706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SyuzarMP_yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cVX5TA1-EVM/s400/thebesthings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6897426529493218316-7008803598380569410?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7008803598380569410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7008803598380569410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='december,'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SyuzarMP_yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cVX5TA1-EVM/s72-c/thebesthings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6449839946928256203</id><published>2009-12-02T16:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:35:31.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SxbrrIJokrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_9B1EHgyyR4/s1600-h/arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410771128487023282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SxbrrIJokrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_9B1EHgyyR4/s400/arms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing compares to the feeling of waking up in your arms. It is indescribable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6449839946928256203?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6449839946928256203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6449839946928256203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-compares-to-feeling-of-waking.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SxbrrIJokrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_9B1EHgyyR4/s72-c/arms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-113048828263419865</id><published>2009-11-25T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:07:30.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hands. your hands. mom please teach me how. please show me how grandma used to do it. i won't push you away anymore. i want you to see me falling in love. grandma where are you? come nearer, come quicker, come soothe me when i miss you the most. i want to feel your comforting arms wrapped around my once tiny wrists and move my body move my soul move my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sw3w4S00_eI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jdBVYz0R0yw/s1600/starsandsky.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408243577458589154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sw3w4S00_eI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jdBVYz0R0yw/s400/starsandsky.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-113048828263419865?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/113048828263419865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/113048828263419865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sw3w4S00_eI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jdBVYz0R0yw/s72-c/starsandsky.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8268710672005932846</id><published>2009-11-12T23:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:12:42.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh your love, your love is like a good cup of tea.</title><content type='html'>my lover's playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sideways- Citizen Cope&lt;br /&gt;Everything is you- Eli Young Band (although it's sad)&lt;br /&gt;Secret- Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna lose you- Brett Dennen&lt;br /&gt;Home- Boyce Avenue (cover)&lt;br /&gt;In my Dreams- Josh  Turner&lt;br /&gt;Mi Mancherai- Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;Closer to the sun- Slightly Stoopid&lt;br /&gt;Why Georgia- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Right where I need to be- Gary Allan&lt;br /&gt;These Arms of Mine- Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love- Adele&lt;br /&gt;American Baby- Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;Who I am- Wade Bowen&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here- Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Sugar in my bowl- Nina Simone&lt;br /&gt;Just two of us- Bill Withers&lt;br /&gt;Crash into me- Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;You and I- Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8268710672005932846?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8268710672005932846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8268710672005932846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-your-love-your-love-is-like-good-cup.html' title='oh your love, your love is like a good cup of tea.'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1885769492192978387</id><published>2009-11-09T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:18:28.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have happily found love. Love in it's greatest aspects. Brian brings me peace, affection, laughter, lessons, patience, wisdom, kindness. This will be one of the greatest relationships I will ever be a part of. It's crazy to think that people are made for intimate relationships. (also the men and women who have intimate relationships with the church.) But we are made to need others- but most of all we really &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;made for intimacy with God. I can hear my own words ringing back in my ears now- you need to find your fulfillment in God. &lt;em&gt;Everything&lt;/em&gt; that makes me feel comfortable and fulfilled and good- outside of the Lord- is temporary and unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that every circumstance God gives me is an opportunity for growth and to be more like him. If anything, my feelings toward Brian have caused me to embrace the arms of God and to be more thankful than I ever have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p ra i s e&lt;strong&gt; G o d&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1885769492192978387?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1885769492192978387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1885769492192978387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-happily-found-love.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2930584666323661561</id><published>2009-11-04T15:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:19:54.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company… church… a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for the day. We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude…. I am convinced that life is 10% of what happens to us and 90% of how we react to it."&lt;br /&gt;-Charles Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2930584666323661561?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2930584666323661561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2930584666323661561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/11/longer-i-live-more-i-realize-impact-of.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1418989926993121334</id><published>2009-11-03T14:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:33:52.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I’m crazy about you and I want you to know that if I had the choice of hanging out with anyone in the entire world or just sitting at home with you eating a pizza and watching a crappy TV show… I’d choose you every time.”&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Scrubs&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/6897426529493218316-1418989926993121334?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1418989926993121334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1418989926993121334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-crazy-about-you-and-i-want-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1080619764042375202</id><published>2009-10-13T20:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:51:06.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Million Little Pieces by James Frey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1080619764042375202?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1080619764042375202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1080619764042375202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/10/million-little-pieces-by-james-frey.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7423712077831457774</id><published>2009-09-30T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:51:16.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the way air leaves my lips when you touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-7423712077831457774?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7423712077831457774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7423712077831457774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-air-leaves-my-lips-when-you-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-306141572054128826</id><published>2009-09-21T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:54:34.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SrfZ7LiovoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/okzJCUJEDYY/s1600-h/kissthis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SrfZ7LiovoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/okzJCUJEDYY/s400/kissthis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384011490278293122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-306141572054128826?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/306141572054128826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/306141572054128826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-this.html' title='kiss this'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SrfZ7LiovoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/okzJCUJEDYY/s72-c/kissthis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2239484235596932800</id><published>2009-08-28T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:31:18.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the function of beauty?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-to connect the body and surroundings to emotions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2239484235596932800?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2239484235596932800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2239484235596932800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-function-of-beauty-to-connect.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2127004962740498569</id><published>2009-08-13T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:36:26.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want to hear a good story right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oddly enough, I'd like to learn how to play the accordion sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2127004962740498569?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2127004962740498569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2127004962740498569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-want-to-hear-good-story-right.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2759620428281857631</id><published>2009-08-04T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:15:02.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right where I need to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2759620428281857631?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2759620428281857631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2759620428281857631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-where-i-need-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3397269673522584024</id><published>2009-08-01T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:29:31.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye sweet July</title><content type='html'>What I became last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SnUH7VLhGRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7a8O-EEVd8Q/s1600-h/thesea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SnUH7VLhGRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7a8O-EEVd8Q/s320/thesea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365203246960941330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3397269673522584024?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3397269673522584024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3397269673522584024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-sweet-july.html' title='goodbye sweet July'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SnUH7VLhGRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7a8O-EEVd8Q/s72-c/thesea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8236936099147171048</id><published>2009-07-22T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:19:43.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Travels with Charley - Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;House of Leaves - Danielewski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;American Gods - Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;House of Sand and Fog - Dubus III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After You'd Gone - Maggie O'Farrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wilderness - Jim Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crazy From the Heat - David Lee Roth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;White Oleander - Janet Fitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quakel - Francesca Lia Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Talisman - Sir Walter Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Road - Cormac McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8236936099147171048?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8236936099147171048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8236936099147171048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/07/travels-with-charley-steinbeck-house-of.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3520230158864459362</id><published>2009-07-18T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:40:42.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are missed!</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine life without missing someone/something? That's been on my mind all morning. I woke up right beside my sister, and yes I've been camping out in her bed. 1. it's more comfy than my rock of a bed these days 2. she's not one of those wild sleepers that lets there legs and arms travel all over the place 3. I've missed her all year long and somehow it gets me closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a funny thing to miss someone and I don't even think I've written exactly who or what I've been missing these days. It's a funny thing, because you have all this built up emotion inside of you that yearns and longs for someone to be near you, but most of the time you shouldn't be feeling that way, or you're embarrassed to miss someone because you there's a possibility that they aren't missing you back.&lt;br /&gt;  I miss my grandma. She could make a meal for 20 people with barely anything. I have some of her old books that she collected all throughout her childhood. I cannot tell you how inspiring she was just by the books she kept. She has an astronomy book that discusses Greek mythology in relation to the constellations, she has books on politics, she has books on dinosaurs, books on cooking. I mean this woman had dreams, and her ambitions were out of this world! I miss her buying all of her grandkids yo-yo's, play cars, marbles, more books, and candy. I don't even know if she could afford it, but she'd buy us little gifts as soon as she as able to. I miss being in the back seat of her old tank of a car and her doing abrupt breaking just to hear me giggle. I miss her asking me to dance when a really really old spanish song came on the radio while she was cooking in the kitchen. Keep in mind that I was about 5 at this time so I could be goofy and outgoing whenever I wanted to, but whenever someone zoned in on my sillyness I wouldn't  dance on cue. I wish I had done it willingly. I still beat myself up about it, but I was only five so I suppose it's okay. I miss her putting me on a barstool and standing behind me and laughing hysterically as she grabbed my hands and orchestrated them to clap and do disco moves. My grandmother was an artist. Her life was her canvas and she was constantly adding to her painting. I miss her. This is going to sound crazy, but last year I saw her in my kitchen. It was family dinner time and I saw her standing in a reflection in my kitchen. Her spirit lives and I'm excited to catch her when I can. I miss the way she could light up my grandpa's face just by making him breakfast or dancing with him. I miss her green robe that she wore in the mornings to cook. I'd pretend to still be sleeping in the living room and everyone was still asleep and I'd see her cook and sing to old Elvis songs, or Aretha Franklin or Johnny Cash.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grandma so much and I absolutely cannot wait to see her again someday somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3520230158864459362?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3520230158864459362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3520230158864459362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-missed.html' title='You are missed!'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1757588917354838700</id><published>2009-06-20T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:17:53.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big deal. it's no big 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1757588917354838700?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1757588917354838700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1757588917354838700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-no-big-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8531471747694643230</id><published>2009-06-13T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:31:08.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Take a look at yourself in the mirror. Is it the person you want to be? Or is there someone else you were meant to be, the person you should have been, but fell short of? Is someone telling you you can’t, or won’t? Because you can. Believe that love is out there. Believe that dreams come true everyday, because they do. Sometimes happiness doesn’t come from money or fame or power. Sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family and the quiet nobility of leading a good life. Believe that dreams come true everday, because they do. So take a look at that mirror and remind yourself to be happy because you deserve to be. Believe that. And believe that dreams come true everyday, because they do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-One Tree Hill&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/6897426529493218316-8531471747694643230?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8531471747694643230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8531471747694643230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-look-at-yourself-in-mirror.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-5904470705808076490</id><published>2009-05-19T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:33:45.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wish I could just be honest with you and tell you that you're frustrating me. You've changed. The important things in your life has changed and maybe it's just irritating to watch from the sidelines, but ugh get over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that above totally cancels out my thoughts for the night.&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying up late and reading from my Bible. I lay in bed, wait for my sister to get home, and indulge myself in some Bible studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So lately I've been thinking about hardcore Jesus was.  He was so intensely loyal to His cause and purpose on earth.  I don't even think that we really understand all the risks He took.  He was the most rebellious person who ever lived, in my opinion, and I'll tell you why.  Jesus was rebellious against sin and He fought it to the death, the most painful death.  When I say rebellious to sin, I don't necessarily just mean: hate, lies, fornication, murder, etc.  Yes those, but also, Jesus completely went against the man made traditions and culture of the time period He lived in.  I think that it would be helpful if we better understood the old Jewish culture (this is something I'd like to look into).  I have been thinking about the woman at the well (Mark 4).  Not only was she a women but she also was a Samaritan.  Just one of those would have been a good enough reason for a Jewish man to NOT strike up conversation with her. Or am I completely not good at this Bible interpretation? Jesus had such an incredible love for people.  I want to have an incredible love for people.  I want to go against our cultures traditions and "the norm" and love all of those people who most despise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really do just want to love, and for that love to produce actions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-5904470705808076490?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5904470705808076490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5904470705808076490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-wish-i-could-just-be-honest.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1683663272104475864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7318100564881687452</id><published>2009-05-13T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:20:39.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are on my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-7318100564881687452?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7318100564881687452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7318100564881687452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-4386088678851314932</id><published>2009-05-10T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:57:39.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey Mama,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SgeTtJpE0XI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CrLSj6Fvpu0/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SgeTtJpE0XI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CrLSj6Fvpu0/s320/happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394687535239538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-4386088678851314932?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4386088678851314932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4386088678851314932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-mama.html' title='hey Mama,'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SgeTtJpE0XI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CrLSj6Fvpu0/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-5704131843747151227</id><published>2009-05-09T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:16:20.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I put my secrets in the palms of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-5704131843747151227?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5704131843747151227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5704131843747151227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-put-my-secrets-in-palms-of-your-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-185157898755971322</id><published>2009-05-03T12:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:49:53.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sf3ZPFL7EAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zZuaPyTwf_o/s1600-h/the+three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sf3ZPFL7EAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zZuaPyTwf_o/s320/the+three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331656386989985794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-185157898755971322?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/185157898755971322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/185157898755971322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/three.html' title='the three'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sf3ZPFL7EAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zZuaPyTwf_o/s72-c/the+three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6571735209390558622</id><published>2009-04-30T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:30:48.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you more than a heart is supposed to love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sfps4xHwHbI/AAAAAAAAAUI/I0Royyg737w/s1600-h/JOY.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sfps4xHwHbI/AAAAAAAAAUI/I0Royyg737w/s320/JOY.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330692831460728242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6571735209390558622?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6571735209390558622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6571735209390558622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-more-than-heart-is-supposed.html' title='I love you more than a heart is supposed to love.'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sfps4xHwHbI/AAAAAAAAAUI/I0Royyg737w/s72-c/JOY.htm' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7902554300462438017</id><published>2009-04-28T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:43:59.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sfe-5-VQj3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/LuuVMRVxW6s/s1600-h/andi+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sfe-5-VQj3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/LuuVMRVxW6s/s320/andi+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329938587210256242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-7902554300462438017?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7902554300462438017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7902554300462438017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/Sfe-5-VQj3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/LuuVMRVxW6s/s72-c/andi+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2454929421066172310</id><published>2009-04-24T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:37:49.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will let you borrow some of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z186435859.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z186435859.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2454929421066172310?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2454929421066172310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2454929421066172310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-let-you-borrow-some-of-my-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-5509495645180916095</id><published>2009-04-19T20:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:20:08.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>human beings are funny. they long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. humans are scared of showing their hearts because of a possible rejection. but one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-5509495645180916095?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5509495645180916095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5509495645180916095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-beings-are-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-5811885464462807812</id><published>2009-04-16T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:02:55.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m wet. Not soaked, but moist. I just ran in from the outside. God wants us to be immersed in his glory. It’s figurative and literal. Our God is the master of poets. So I decided that I don’t quite much like the idea of social networking… call me, write me a letter, come visit me if I’m even remotely significant to you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I need a new candle. I want to go camping very soon. I need a rest from technology. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;a m&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;s o&lt;span style=""&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;p pi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;f&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z182015331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z182015331.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z143334301.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z143334301.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z182015251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z182015251.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-5811885464462807812?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5811885464462807812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5811885464462807812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-wet.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-422625498093081258</id><published>2009-04-15T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:00:59.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself, and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked..., You are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind; the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life... the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still dont.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary... whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings, they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young."&lt;br /&gt;-Baz Luhrmann&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-422625498093081258?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/422625498093081258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/422625498093081258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoy-power-and-beauty-of-your-youth-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3610209791392159306</id><published>2009-04-14T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:11:22.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My head is throbbing and it’s telling me things that I haven’t heard in quite some time. Work was good tonight. I enjoy my time laughing and making drinks. You know I’ve been thinking about loneliness. Like the people in the world that don’t have anybody to love, children, husbands, wives, friends, parents, siblings, lovers. Sometimes people just don’t want to love at all. They envision love as a scary thing to experience. And really…. It is. Very much so, because if you sit down and think about it, you willingly, knowingly put your vulnerable heart out there on the line. All the while, people know that it could be stepped on, neglected, rejected, or made fun of. &lt;i style=""&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; on the other hand… if you give your heart away at just the right time to just the right person, I do believe that your heart is at it’s perfect home. I’m excited to find my heart’s perfect resting place, to find the person who is just as excited to have my heart. Until then, I can live happily anticipating such a reward. Maybe in the meantime I’m supposed to be bettering myself, and making my heart deserving of such a fine lover. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;My head still aches. Like right in the middle of my face. Right above my nose. I want to take a 7 hour long nap. That probably wouldn’t be a good idea, because it wouldn’t be a nap haha and I’ve got plenty of things to keep me busy tonight. But God, I would really really like for you to heal me. Okay I’m ready for whenever it is you want to send your healing hand down upon me haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I’m getting older. I can feel it in my hands, in the way my body moves certain ways, and by the way my mouth speaks. It’s an interesting feeling. I’m thankful for the life you’ve given me God. You’re the best there is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Now who is ready to sleep outside my house, soak up the breeze, watch the stars, wake up extra early, make some amazing coffee and biscuits, listen to some great African music, sit and chat, and live life happily with me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3610209791392159306?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3610209791392159306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3610209791392159306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-head-is-throbbing-and-its-telling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3738246886888226618</id><published>2009-04-10T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:52:02.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to make some tea, wash some dishes, sit in the bath, kiss your cheek, go to work, go for a walk, laugh with God, make some peanut butter and green apple snacks, read my book, give you a call, take it slow, and breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3738246886888226618?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3738246886888226618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3738246886888226618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-are-things-that-i-could-not-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3549236222924678009</id><published>2009-04-08T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:30:04.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ran over two birds mating....or something. But they didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3549236222924678009?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3549236222924678009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3549236222924678009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-ran-over-two-birds-mating.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-4397620097579336501</id><published>2009-04-04T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:48:27.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you seriously say "she's just too earthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I hit you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-4397620097579336501?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4397620097579336501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4397620097579336501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-you-seriously-say-shes-just-too.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7931963370662788838</id><published>2009-03-29T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:50:37.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Sometimes, there are things in our life that aren’t meant to stay. Sometimes, change may not be what we want. Sometimes, change is exactly what we need. And sometimes, saying goodbye is the hardest thing you think you’ll ever have to do, but sometimes, saying hello again is the thing that breaks you down and makes you more vulnerable than you ever thought possible. Sometimes, change is too much to bear. but most of the time, change is the only thing saving your life.'&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown&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/6897426529493218316-7931963370662788838?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7931963370662788838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7931963370662788838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-there-are-things-in-our-life.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-472620175088072007</id><published>2009-03-26T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:46:27.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful." - Frederick E. Perl&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z186763225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z186763225.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z182860874.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z182860874.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=3324983783_b63b257ec1_b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/3324983783_b63b257ec1_b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z185378730.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z185378730.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=20090316192146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/20090316192146.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-472620175088072007?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/472620175088072007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/472620175088072007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/03/photobucket_26.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3960972230531709031</id><published>2009-03-25T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:56:11.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking about it earlier &amp;amp; I honestly wish this wasn't true for you anymore. This feeling of being in a tunnel. When you look behind you, all you see is the same path your on. When you look in front of you, you feel like it's the same damn thing. I promise you... it's not. You've come a long way. I wish you had a change of feelings. I wish it wasn't love for you anymore. I have never wished that in my life until this second. You are wonderful and you deserve a better love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;-I still wait for the phone in the middle of the night thinking you might call me, if your dreams don’t turn out right. And it still amazes me that I lie here in the dark wishing you were next to me, with your head against my heart. If you asked me how I’m doing, I’d say just fine, but the truth is, if you could read my mind not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3960972230531709031?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3960972230531709031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3960972230531709031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-thinking-about-it-earlier-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6580224063652626724</id><published>2009-03-22T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:17:10.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/ScXJwBRGrkI/AAAAAAAAATk/k2Wxaj-Sr2o/s1600-h/allwelleverhave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/ScXJwBRGrkI/AAAAAAAAATk/k2Wxaj-Sr2o/s320/allwelleverhave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315876761991818818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6580224063652626724?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6580224063652626724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6580224063652626724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/ScXJwBRGrkI/AAAAAAAAATk/k2Wxaj-Sr2o/s72-c/allwelleverhave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1681800522619984992</id><published>2009-03-17T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:27:46.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=2137897399_53fa2a864e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/2137897399_53fa2a864e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1681800522619984992?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1681800522619984992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1681800522619984992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/03/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2399403368483575080</id><published>2009-03-13T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:05:19.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all this love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SbrKhqzOcvI/AAAAAAAAATc/hYrXo-_tcts/s1600-h/continent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SbrKhqzOcvI/AAAAAAAAATc/hYrXo-_tcts/s320/continent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312781390210560754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to study the geography of your body. i want to start a revolution with you. i want to write secret notes on your back as you sleep next to me. but what i really want is to tell you that regardless of everything, i love you. even if you never love me back… i love you. i hope that when you’re laying in bed after a night spent in some distant state or country, watching terrible tv, that you don’t feel alone. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2399403368483575080?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2399403368483575080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2399403368483575080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-this-love.html' title='all this love.'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SbrKhqzOcvI/AAAAAAAAATc/hYrXo-_tcts/s72-c/continent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6965962695251325585</id><published>2009-03-12T00:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:54:14.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your love will be safe with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=Sail_Away_by_MelissaRobin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/Sail_Away_by_MelissaRobin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6965962695251325585?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6965962695251325585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6965962695251325585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-love-will-be-safe-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6908236377994337033</id><published>2009-02-26T17:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:12:41.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the hardest things in life is&lt;br /&gt;having words in your heart that you can't utter.&lt;br /&gt;-James Earl Jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6908236377994337033?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6908236377994337033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6908236377994337033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-of-hardest-things-in-life-is-having.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8195492165598682270</id><published>2009-02-21T00:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:31:42.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really like old people. I find great comfort being in their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z180111187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z180111187.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8195492165598682270?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8195492165598682270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8195492165598682270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-really-like-old-people.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1601946270616760074</id><published>2009-02-15T19:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:48:37.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mel, sweet Mel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/45_8zWktVNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/45_8zWktVNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1601946270616760074?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1601946270616760074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1601946270616760074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-mel-sweet-mel.html' title='Oh Mel, sweet Mel!'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3443591531082993264</id><published>2009-02-15T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:10:28.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: black;"&gt;"I love how your eyes close, whenever you kiss me.  And when I'm away from you, I love how you miss me.  I love the way your kiss is always heavenly but darling, most of all I love how you love me.  I love how your heart beats, whenever I hold you.  I love how you think of me without being told to.  I love the way your touch is always tenderly, but darling, most of all I love how you love me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3443591531082993264?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3443591531082993264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3443591531082993264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-how-your-eyes-close-whenever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6636628048212102322</id><published>2009-02-06T18:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:50:03.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SYzas62yiHI/AAAAAAAAATE/jEv8hbbhykI/s1600-h/sunshinechild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SYzas62yiHI/AAAAAAAAATE/jEv8hbbhykI/s200/sunshinechild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299851326756391026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the way you approach people.&lt;br /&gt;Please approach me well and I will return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6636628048212102322?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6636628048212102322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6636628048212102322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-about-way-you-approach-people.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SYzas62yiHI/AAAAAAAAATE/jEv8hbbhykI/s72-c/sunshinechild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8435473346020621780</id><published>2009-01-28T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:42:02.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>who I'd like to meet...</title><content type='html'>Someone that loves my button nose even though I feel self-conscious about it. Someone who will let me vent and cry and be very emotional and just let me hurt for a little bit, but somehow, miraculously take it away. Someone who finds beauty in my strong faith. Someone who is bold enough to stand up to me when I am wrong, but let me down easy. Someone who can make me laugh hysterically yet can make me sit in utter silence thinking. Someone who honestly thinks my face looks best without makeup. Someone who plays with my hair. Someone who listens to me tell stories and not get frustrated when I talk off subject every 5 seconds. Someone who is thrilled to take walks with me. Someone who loves hanging out with my family as much as I do. Someone who challenges me. Someone who teaches me. Someone who holds my hand and kisses it. Someone who washes dishes with me. Someone who will be okay with losing to card games and thumb wars to me. Someone who calls me to tell me a corny joke. Someone who can teach me how to change a tire and be okay with me not getting it right the first time. Someone who leaves me notes on my windshield.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone who is happy making me happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8435473346020621780?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8435473346020621780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8435473346020621780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-id-like-to-meet.html' title='who I&apos;d like to meet...'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-4116408919751138289</id><published>2009-01-27T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:20:07.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mLm1-2T-Di/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mLm1-2T-Di/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/hNA8wA/music/dEEWMBZs/james_blunt_same_mistake/"&gt;Same Mistake - James Blunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-4116408919751138289?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4116408919751138289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4116408919751138289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/01/same-mistake-james-blunt.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6704237875743009912</id><published>2009-01-11T13:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:15:44.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HECK IS MY PROBLEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6704237875743009912?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6704237875743009912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6704237875743009912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-heck-is-my-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-224823491164014746</id><published>2009-01-07T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:45:45.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>her soul is too big for her body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=empty_room_by_bcharles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/empty_room_by_bcharles.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8762868505090934756</id><published>2009-01-05T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:00:01.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I wanna hear a poem where ideas kiss similes so deeply that metaphors get jealous, where the subject matters so much that adjectives start holding pronoun rallies at city hall.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8762868505090934756?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8762868505090934756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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It's being so upset or disappointed, you feel as if your stomach just dropped ten feet out of place. It's running so hard, you can barely breathe. It's the feeling of panic when you know you've been caught doing something wrong. It's having that sudden rush before you kiss someone you care about. It's opening your eyes and feeling them sting because you spent the whole night crying. It's letting people go because new ones come in, and all the while realizing that life doesn't have a purpose unless you let it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2616531755210663599?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2616531755210663599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2616531755210663599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='feliz navidad'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8602354812251943463</id><published>2008-12-19T09:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:28:00.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream about you. It stirred my soul. You came to my house in your tears and your vulnerability. You had been crying and your body was anxious to see me. You were really there and you came to me. Your honesty was completely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some moments in life when you have to put all things aside, all expectations, all embarrassment, all fear. You have to be able to expose your soul to get what your heart truly desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8602354812251943463?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8602354812251943463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8602354812251943463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-dream-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8902639760402267616</id><published>2008-12-16T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:23:21.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8902639760402267616?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8902639760402267616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8902639760402267616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6132330107081923694</id><published>2008-12-08T21:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:36:37.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6132330107081923694?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6132330107081923694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6132330107081923694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8839605778565134561</id><published>2008-12-07T19:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:27:30.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think it's easy to find real happiness?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;at times like these. no.&lt;br /&gt;you don't even know my  favorite color. if you were in best buy or hastings or wherever the heck they sell music, you wouldn't be able to pick out my kind of music. you live your life everyday so buried in other people's business that you have easily passed up mine. no freaking pity here, okay? i hate that crap, but seriously. i'm here everyday of your life amazed at how far you've come along and you don't even notice anything about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what. it won't be very long at all until I'm gone. forever. i will never be the same in your presence. it will never be the same. too bad you'll realize that when I've already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a&lt;br /&gt;GOOD&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;to just linger by your side and that's the taste you'll be left with.&lt;br /&gt;a good, calm, memorable, hopeful, kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8839605778565134561?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8839605778565134561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8839605778565134561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-think-its-easy-to-find-real.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8360725416842059534</id><published>2008-12-07T00:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:12:30.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/STtpSL0ObvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GnumlAFxdes/s1600-h/andthesunonmyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/STtpSL0ObvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GnumlAFxdes/s200/andthesunonmyface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276927149525069554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8360725416842059534?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8360725416842059534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8360725416842059534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/STtpSL0ObvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GnumlAFxdes/s72-c/andthesunonmyface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2542322096043931014</id><published>2008-12-03T21:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:13:00.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/STdKskrHiII/AAAAAAAAAPE/JF1RUSAAn1k/s1600-h/thewayiseeit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/STdKskrHiII/AAAAAAAAAPE/JF1RUSAAn1k/s200/thewayiseeit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275767618107050114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you December. I appreciate the way you make my toes cold on the tile as I walk through the kitchen on an early morning adventure.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you when you threaten me with chills, thus leading to my increasing desire to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you as a holder of my memories.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the sweet nostalgia that comes with the season.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate how within you I am reminded that love is limitless and unselfish.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you dear December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2542322096043931014?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2542322096043931014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2542322096043931014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-appreciate-you-december.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/STdKskrHiII/AAAAAAAAAPE/JF1RUSAAn1k/s72-c/thewayiseeit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-4752844047746018542</id><published>2008-12-02T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:30:31.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tres leches and coffee,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="435" height="270"&lt;br /&gt;   data="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=54274690"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#e8e8e8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="movie" &lt;br /&gt;   value="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=54274690"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/standalone/54274690 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/download/54274690&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-4752844047746018542?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4752844047746018542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4752844047746018542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/tres-leches-and-coffee.html' title='tres leches and coffee,'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6917188027815092906</id><published>2008-11-29T17:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:56:15.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xa7.xanga.com/4edf027bc8332222858142/z174967736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://xa7.xanga.com/4edf027bc8332222858142/z174967736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky; that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street; those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground; all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6897426529493218316-6917188027815092906?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6917188027815092906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6917188027815092906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-have-doubts-about-life-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-307418251438325965</id><published>2008-11-26T19:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:29:04.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SS31sRnHuzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-06ba-o04qI/s1600-h/greayfaceandrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SS31sRnHuzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-06ba-o04qI/s200/greayfaceandrea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273140879711255346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-307418251438325965?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/307418251438325965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/307418251438325965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SS31sRnHuzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-06ba-o04qI/s72-c/greayfaceandrea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6778704624074313956</id><published>2008-11-24T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:58:24.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it all started with a baby crying in starbucks...</title><content type='html'>I want to have kids of my own someday. I mean, right now I may not be so good with children but I know that one day I want to have my own. And this is gonna sound crazy, but when I think of my future children… the children that I have not yet given birth to, the ones I haven’t even yet found a partner to father them… when I think of the children my body will one day bear, even though they don’t exist yet, I know that I already love them. I don’t know what kind of mother I will make. I can’t say wether I’ll be strict and fear inflicting or tender and affectionate. Maybe I’ll be somewhere in between. I don’t know what will become of my parenting techniques, all I know is that I will try my best with every intention to be the best mother I can mould myself to be for the sake of my children. I don’t even know if I would be any good at the whole thing but all I know is that I would love my kids more than my heart has the capacity for and there would be nothing that I would put before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to children, the whole concept in itself scares me. I often wonder what it feels like to be a mother. To be in love with something so strongly that you’d lay down your life for it. To love something so deeply that you don’t even bother to think of yourself anymore when it comes to their happiness and wellbeing. Sacrifice after sacrifice all for your children. That kind of love scares me. I want to feel it but at the same time, how scary. How overwhelming would it be to feel this sort of love endlessly. It will never stop. Not like with a partner when feelings just fade. You can’t break up with your children. Your children… your life and your world revolves around them and your love for them will never leave. To love something that intensely, as much as I’d be overjoyed, I think I’d be a little frightened. Because your children can be your very joy just as much as they can be your very hurt. It is inevitable that they will disappoint, hurt and take for granted the very people who gave life to them. But even then, I will never stop loving my children no matter what they may do to hurt or disappoint me. I’ve seen parents (not just mine) suffer greatly over their children, because of my(their) stupidity. Normally, if somebody hurts you over and over again, you’ll eventually hit a point where you’ve just had enough. You would probably sever all ties with the person or at the very least take a stand against it... Or you would do what seems like the most sensible thing to do... You would walk away. But a loving parent wouldn’t. They just seem to keep taking the slings their kids aim their way, even if the kid is doing it unintentionally and doesn’t even know it. And even when the child themself is hurting, it hurts the parents more to see them that way. Isn’t it amazing to think that you could love something &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; much that you’d still be willing to bare through the pain no matter how much you’re hurting, just because it’s your child. It’s irrational even. Why would you put up with it? Not only do they put up with it but through their pain they'll even ask their kids "What can I do to help &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?" A parent’s love. How insanely undeserved is it. It’s something I don’t understand but something I one day will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing also is the concept of creation. You meet someone who you fall in love with and you have a baby together… it’s &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; in a whole nother person. I can’t get my head around that. Amazing isn’t it. You’d feel such accomplishment knowing you were part responsible for the creation of such a miraculous being. To think that part of you is in an entirely different being. How could you get used to that? And how can you stop yourselves from thinking, &lt;i&gt;"hey, let's make more of us..."&lt;/i&gt; Sorry but this whole notion of having children leaves me lost for words sometimes. I can't wait to meet my own children one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6778704624074313956?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6778704624074313956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6778704624074313956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-all-started-with-baby-crying-in.html' title='it all started with a baby crying in starbucks...'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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I am so unbelieveably overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-9154319563189300558?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/9154319563189300558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/9154319563189300558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-not-ready-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-560578050274487213</id><published>2008-11-02T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:33:11.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z168954851.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z168954851.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0put0_a--Ng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0put0_a--Ng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-560578050274487213?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/560578050274487213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/560578050274487213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/11/photobucket_02.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8291197381708998645</id><published>2008-11-02T00:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:58:18.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;current=z93645094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z93645094.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8291197381708998645?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8291197381708998645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8291197381708998645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/11/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7461889687282685349</id><published>2008-10-27T23:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:11:29.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pull     me     along</title><content type='html'>she wasn't worth the love, was she? I can see it in your face. I can hear it in the pause of your speech. I can feel it on your unwelcoming hands. I can smell it in your soul. and dear lover, he didn't have the heart large enough to hold your love. he was a coward in his fear, and he let it rule the lands of his heart. he could not fight to keep you within the very midst of his desperate, aching, yearning, hopeless, &amp;amp; pathetic heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet you lover, you love so deeply and so long.&lt;br /&gt;stay sweet young girl, your heart is strong enough. you just&lt;br /&gt;sit tight and wait and see him crumble for your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absent love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=1690abeb2e" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-7461889687282685349?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7461889687282685349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7461889687282685349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/pull-me-along.html' title='pull     me     along'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-4402079261538153062</id><published>2008-10-25T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:48:07.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heart closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-4402079261538153062?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4402079261538153062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/4402079261538153062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7199379560940695673</id><published>2008-10-19T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:36:34.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>naked in the shower. *gasp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN HOWS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get one of your scars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was rushing in the morning and I ran into a 100 lb toolbox . It's on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't. I got cheesecake and a happy birthday from about 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did your night go last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderful. nostalgia is nice with two best friends under the same spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like a mad woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the mall? I don't care to check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How often do you see ur best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see one at least everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How much money did you spend last month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it used to be 24, but I don't know if that'll happen. maybe I just won't get hitched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NINE WHAT'S:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you rather be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drinking mansanilla and sleeping simultaneously. it's a hard feat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What did you last cry over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made a mix of all the songs that make me emotional to the point of tears. it's epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What always makes you feel better when your upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a homemade chocolate cake, an amazing friend, a quiet walk to have to time to talk with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't and I usually don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU’S:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mechico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every waking second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once or twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not so sure. if I did, I would never stop running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN WHO’S:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mom's feet? ha I walked by the living room and only caught her bottom half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;semmmay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was the last person you hungout with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the rents fa sho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bianca. it was a nice goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was the last person you said "i love you" to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mamalama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIX WHERE’S:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does your best friend live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they all reside in odessa. thank heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the laundry headquarters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the shower. that's how I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o a shhesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outside. I love deeper outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my bed. it hurt actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIVE DO’S/DOES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guilty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nope can't say I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes and no. mostly no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR WHY’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's a dumb question and I'm too lazy to answer it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did you get a myspace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't remember I just did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not really know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if heartache didn't coexist with the relationship.... absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I answer no... I'd be pessimistic because at this very second I cannot change the situations in my life that would make me answer no. But If I answer yes, I'd be optimistic and content with what God has given me (when he could actually give me a lot less and make my life hell). So yes I am happy with my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6897426529493218316-7199379560940695673?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7199379560940695673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7199379560940695673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/naked-in-shower-gasp.html' title='naked in the shower. *gasp!'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2871274065988181203</id><published>2008-10-19T17:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:56:06.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's going to be okay!&lt;br /&gt;It will!&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you and I" - ingrid michaelson&lt;br /&gt;"be ok" - ingrid michaelson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2871274065988181203?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2871274065988181203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2871274065988181203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-going-to-be-okay-it-will-yes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1698539950095787804</id><published>2008-10-16T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:18:01.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN"&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Every little piece love don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You're really gonna be someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ask anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;When you find everything you've looked for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I hope your life leads you back to my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oh but if it don't ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Stay beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1698539950095787804?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1698539950095787804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1698539950095787804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-beautiful-every-little-piece-love.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2305702169436377122</id><published>2008-10-13T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:16:27.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; I really and truly believe it'll get easier. For me, but mostly for you. Because this is what you need. I love you and you made me a very very happy girl. According to a lot of people... it showed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for what you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; and she wipes away the tears and smiles because it really really is all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2305702169436377122?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2305702169436377122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2305702169436377122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-and-truly-believe-itll-get.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1263730113884271180</id><published>2008-10-12T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:10:14.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>h: you confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;a: don't I always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SPKhRQDRQVI/AAAAAAAAANw/NYor-AXgtvA/s1600-h/potterwheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SPKhRQDRQVI/AAAAAAAAANw/NYor-AXgtvA/s400/potterwheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256441032833319250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1263730113884271180?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1263730113884271180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1263730113884271180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-spins.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SPKhRQDRQVI/AAAAAAAAANw/NYor-AXgtvA/s72-c/potterwheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-7156229994597572837</id><published>2008-10-07T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:21:37.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOwZBDtDHKI/AAAAAAAAANo/QHg1qkQUgbE/s1600-h/greeeen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOwZBDtDHKI/AAAAAAAAANo/QHg1qkQUgbE/s400/greeeen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254602371199343778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-7156229994597572837?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7156229994597572837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/7156229994597572837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-do-love.html' title='I really do love.'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOwZBDtDHKI/AAAAAAAAANo/QHg1qkQUgbE/s72-c/greeeen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-5309683635910505570</id><published>2008-10-06T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:12:51.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9udYp7UOP8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9udYp7UOP8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-5309683635910505570?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5309683635910505570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/5309683635910505570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1326946543070790692</id><published>2008-10-05T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:12:08.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just stop it okay. stop it all. I need to stop. I need to just shut the heck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever man. I know what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I always know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1326946543070790692?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1326946543070790692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1326946543070790692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-stop-it-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2800314988453881144</id><published>2008-10-03T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:55:47.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOb3TW5pObI/AAAAAAAAANg/asB6QtlNtOU/s1600-h/body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOb3TW5pObI/AAAAAAAAANg/asB6QtlNtOU/s400/body.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253157927311194546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2800314988453881144?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2800314988453881144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2800314988453881144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOb3TW5pObI/AAAAAAAAANg/asB6QtlNtOU/s72-c/body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3135622931096984158</id><published>2008-10-03T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:06:01.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey I love you. don't close up on me. I can't deal with that. I'm not strong enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3135622931096984158?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3135622931096984158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3135622931096984158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-9023853558257594433</id><published>2008-09-29T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:01:48.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>numb.</title><content type='html'>f(x) =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-9023853558257594433?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/9023853558257594433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/9023853558257594433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/numb.html' title='numb.'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-9115315134118729960</id><published>2008-09-29T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:56:23.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wild bunch pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOFrGlmHdeI/AAAAAAAAANY/le-ALa0k6Os/s1600-h/ohs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOFrGlmHdeI/AAAAAAAAANY/le-ALa0k6Os/s400/ohs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251596401406080482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-9115315134118729960?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/9115315134118729960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/9115315134118729960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/wild-bunch-pride.html' title='wild bunch pride'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SOFrGlmHdeI/AAAAAAAAANY/le-ALa0k6Os/s72-c/ohs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2032391586831677295</id><published>2008-09-27T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:37:43.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z144997986.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e182/AndreaFeliz/z144997986.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2032391586831677295?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2032391586831677295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2032391586831677295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-8345092457392772491</id><published>2008-09-19T01:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:19:35.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SNNEcRrg9oI/AAAAAAAAANI/LwmbTEHj8xw/s1600-h/cowbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SNNEcRrg9oI/AAAAAAAAANI/LwmbTEHj8xw/s320/cowbell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247613243389703810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep like in the worst way. It's 1:18 in the moring and I wake up at 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-8345092457392772491?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8345092457392772491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/8345092457392772491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-sleep-like-in-worst-way.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SNNEcRrg9oI/AAAAAAAAANI/LwmbTEHj8xw/s72-c/cowbell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-1739646678179127007</id><published>2008-09-16T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:16:12.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will always be one of my favorite people, simply because I love the person you are, the person you've been, and they person you'll be in the future. You claim that I've helped you become the person you are today, but little do you know that because of you... I feel like at least one friend, one soul sister will always be there when I refuse to let myself be loved. You know pretty much all there is to know about me and I don't ever feel the need to hide myself... because you love me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have been a huge part of my life within the last 5 years. There were days when I would spill everything to you and I didn't think there was anything possible that could make my heart feel better, but you know what- you totally did it. You wipe away my fogged up mirror to life and you show me that despite crappy moments.. life in general is amazing. I just hope I can reflect the love you have shared with me to those who need it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have been the girl who has been through it all and you learned from every single ounce of the  mistakes. Do you realize how much I admire you through it all? To see such a beautiful girl as one of my absolute best friends? You don't even have to say anything, all you can do is listen and it makes my world a much better place. I've enjoyed your friendship far more than you'll ever know and although I'm not your best friend... you will always be a part of me. You are one of very very very few people whom I could tell anything to without judgment. I freaking love you dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have mesmerized me since day one. you know me better than I thought you ever could... or ever wanted to. It's amazing to believe in a love so real and with you... It's like I've become a more luminous, ebullient person. You affect my mind, my heart, and soul and it's uncontrollable.  love you and no matter what happens, you will always always be in my life. I love you more than I can ever tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;u are seriously one of the silliest, most beautiful, and best person  I know. You and I have more crazy memories than I could ever list and you  know what... I love every second I've had in our friendship. With you, it's the truth, it's laughter, it's being girly and being real best friends. I love all that you've been through and I'm excited about our possible future plans! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are the epitome of sweet and creative. I love spending time with you, because you inspire me and you're always optimistic and you rejuvenate my soul! Keep smiling that cute smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;u are my best friend til the end. Despite how sometimes I understand your coverups... I love all of you. I  love your past, your imperfections, your craziness. I love you! I love how I know I can cry hardcore on your shoulder and you will say the perfect thing and I know somehow, someway.. life will start looking up. You've got that crazy blood in you and I'm still convinced we're related haha. Never let anyone dampen your jovial spirit, because my soul is stoked because of you pretty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are cute and real. I love you.. despite how you tend to forget about me when life is going okay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I will always be here for you and I'll never get tired of it, but remember me when my life is headed downhill..okay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?! &lt;/span&gt;I love you and everthing is safe with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are one crazy, awesome, wonderful person! God I love you. I worry about your carelessness.. but I guess that's just part of your spirit. If I really wanted to..  You can always make me laugh and I will always count on our fun times to fuel my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; helped me when no one in this world knew about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-1739646678179127007?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1739646678179127007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/1739646678179127007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-will-always-be-one-of-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6217923179394912179</id><published>2008-09-15T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:54:40.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurt. but I'm good at not showing any pain. i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6217923179394912179?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6217923179394912179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6217923179394912179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-80996242628326957</id><published>2008-09-11T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:38:10.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP 2,996</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x25.xanga.com/eb687b2155300210546817/z52346303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://x25.xanga.com/eb687b2155300210546817/z52346303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-80996242628326957?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/80996242628326957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/80996242628326957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-leave-you-alone-for-as-long-as-youd.html' title='RIP 2,996'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-6183970471716353446</id><published>2008-09-08T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:14:41.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard to stumble when you're down on your knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SMXcC5RVGTI/AAAAAAAAANA/Wx7zE9LVa1M/s1600-h/andi+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SMXcC5RVGTI/AAAAAAAAANA/Wx7zE9LVa1M/s320/andi+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243839283434166578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SMXZxF5ffpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/B76JuFkmxAo/s1600-h/andi+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-6183970471716353446?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6183970471716353446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/6183970471716353446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-hide-from-me.html' title='it&apos;s hard to stumble when you&apos;re down on your knees'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SMXcC5RVGTI/AAAAAAAAANA/Wx7zE9LVa1M/s72-c/andi+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-3264625804607964230</id><published>2008-09-02T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:35:02.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I think the whole world needs to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;We forget to appreciate things like sunshine and oxygen because we are too worried about getting more tan or getting bug bites.&lt;br /&gt;We forget to relax and enjoy our families because we are too worried about making money for fancy over priced clothing. Money is a fabrication.&lt;br /&gt;We forget to cook and how to enjoy a good meal because we've forgotten about real foods and we run off diet chemicals or grease infested paper bags on the go.&lt;br /&gt;We forget to laugh and fall in love because we are too overwhelmed with being self conscious yet ridiculously shallow and judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;We forget what a meadow looks like and we don't spend enough time under the canopy of the trees because we are too worried about covering the land with a billion tons of pavement..&lt;br /&gt;We forget to appreciate education and incredible teachers because we are too busy getting drunk and handling 4 classes seems impossible to maintain even a C.&lt;br /&gt;This whole entire society has forget about the real and wonderful and beautiful and honest things in this world. We all just need to sit under the stars once in a while. We just need to get out of our fancy foreign cars and read a book on a park bench or watch a group of little kids play soccer. We all need to put down the drugs and guns and take a good look in the mirror. See how we've changed and wonder how we can change again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gmfIe4UBeP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gmfIe4UBeP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/AzGHXz/music/ElETcpju/joe_purdy_cant_get_it_right_today/"&gt;Cant Get It Right Today - Joe Purdy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-3264625804607964230?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3264625804607964230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/3264625804607964230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-whole-world-needs-to-slow-down.html' title=''/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897426529493218316.post-2206380624045154575</id><published>2008-08-27T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:36:50.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my hands were big enough to touch every part of you at once!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SLXk2_1Ih-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QQNMoGwzMk8/s1600-h/colbysamdrea+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SLXk2_1Ih-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QQNMoGwzMk8/s400/colbysamdrea+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239345375013799906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897426529493218316-2206380624045154575?l=shesallatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2206380624045154575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897426529493218316/posts/default/2206380624045154575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesallatsea.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-my-hands-were-big-enough-to.html' title='I wish my hands were big enough to touch every part of you at once!'/><author><name>shesallatsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06472664799753427228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GwIZkfn5zQ/TZAHcrUYG4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tbWKvQ_rAZY/s220/DSCN0320.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbRzVWrF4zg/SLXk2_1Ih-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QQNMoGwzMk8/s72-c/colbysamdrea+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
