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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3770277601971543760</id><published>2011-03-31T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:39:26.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in relationships, we find out what love is.&lt;br /&gt;through relationships, we understand who jesus is.&lt;br /&gt;and in the same way,&lt;br /&gt;relationships that are broken can drive us away&lt;br /&gt;from love &amp; jesus.&lt;br /&gt;we were made to belong.&lt;br /&gt;we were made for fellowship&lt;br /&gt;for unity&lt;br /&gt;for intimacy&lt;br /&gt;for community.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you look -&lt;br /&gt;people are struggling to fit in, to be a 'part'.&lt;br /&gt;they want to be understood, accepted, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;loved despite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, there are those who claim to need no one,&lt;br /&gt;proclaiming and maintaing they are just fine on their own.&lt;br /&gt;these are the ones who keep everyone at a distance...&lt;br /&gt;never for one moment allowing their guard down...&lt;br /&gt;preferring the solitude of their own company.&lt;br /&gt;yet their quality of life, &lt;br /&gt;the quality of their relationships are so poor -&lt;br /&gt;you can always look past &lt;br /&gt;and understand a moment&lt;br /&gt;or several&lt;br /&gt;that pushed them past the vulnerability that relationships require,&lt;br /&gt;to a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hardening of the heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they still need community.relationships.love.&lt;br /&gt;but they can no longer afford the pain those may bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others still go to the opposite extreme.&lt;br /&gt;they look for love &lt;br /&gt;anywhere.everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;these are  the girls who who give their body for love&lt;br /&gt;and the boys who look at numbers to feel worthy.&lt;br /&gt;these girls are desperate for attention,&lt;br /&gt;and are thankful at any man who looks their way.&lt;br /&gt;these boys jump from girl to girl to girl,&lt;br /&gt;never committing, always using words to obtain,&lt;br /&gt;and walking away with their sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;these souls are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lo&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nely.&lt;br /&gt;devoid of peace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and so the cycle of searching begins again,&lt;br /&gt;to drive those ugly emotions away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i sit.&lt;br /&gt;vacillating between the two extremes.&lt;br /&gt;looking for love in people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;knowing Love is all I need&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;desperate to be thought of a woman worth far more than rubies,&lt;br /&gt;yet inconsistently portraying myself as another.&lt;br /&gt;living a lifestyle of mediocrity...&lt;br /&gt;unsure if I need, want, or even can change.&lt;br /&gt;contemplating why certain things are deemed 'sinful'&lt;br /&gt;when in reality, many more commonly accepted lifestyles,&lt;br /&gt;are driving hearts away from jesus, &lt;br /&gt;all the same,&lt;br /&gt;if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see revenge in the man who calls himself a follower of jesus.&lt;br /&gt;i see intentional dishonesty in the respected pastor.&lt;br /&gt;i see gossip in the leaders of christianity.&lt;br /&gt;i see judgement by body of christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see compassion in the whore.&lt;br /&gt;i see unconditional love in the drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;i see honesty in the lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;i see jesus in the man who calls himself an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i?&lt;br /&gt;all things to all people?&lt;br /&gt;i have so much love to give&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we*those* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are so much  more than we believe&lt;br /&gt;so much more than we have allowed.&lt;br /&gt;my heart breaks for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we*those*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who fall to these extremes of searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what we were made for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in everywhere it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy...&lt;br /&gt;kind&lt;br /&gt;giving&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;hopefully&lt;br /&gt;intelligent&lt;br /&gt;a leader....&lt;br /&gt;scared&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;unsure.&lt;br /&gt;he will become the man god created him to be.&lt;br /&gt;i have to believe the lord will not forsake him.&lt;br /&gt;i have to believe the lord has a plan for such a unique boy as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl...&lt;br /&gt;loving&lt;br /&gt;caring&lt;br /&gt;enduring&lt;br /&gt;trusting&lt;br /&gt;loyal&lt;br /&gt;patient....&lt;br /&gt;scared&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;unsure.&lt;br /&gt;she will be a great woman of god.&lt;br /&gt;i have to believe the lord will redeem her.&lt;br /&gt;i have to believe the lord will heal her hurt,&lt;br /&gt;and bring her the peace she has been searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beyond grateful for those people in my life&lt;br /&gt;who have taken the time to &lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;believe&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;trust&lt;br /&gt;pray for&lt;br /&gt;and love&lt;br /&gt;me. &lt;br /&gt;in my sin.&lt;br /&gt;in my glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;in weakness.&lt;br /&gt;in my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lord will not forget his covenenant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he will not abandon us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;through relationships&lt;br /&gt;through community&lt;br /&gt;may we grow&lt;br /&gt;support&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;and encourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may this bring redemption.&lt;br /&gt;may this bring fullness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;may this bring knowledge of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-3770277601971543760?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3770277601971543760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3770277601971543760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3770277601971543760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3770277601971543760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-relationships-we-find-out-what-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-9054108606389430879</id><published>2011-03-29T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:28:03.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss eloquence.&lt;br /&gt;i was once surrounded by people who knew &lt;br /&gt;beauty of the soul&lt;br /&gt;power of words&lt;br /&gt;passion of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is partly my fault,&lt;br /&gt;i have chosen an accessible lifestyle,&lt;br /&gt;one filled with praise for&lt;br /&gt;stupidity&lt;br /&gt;ignorance&lt;br /&gt;crassness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my passion for reading&lt;br /&gt;my passion for knowledge&lt;br /&gt;my passion to seek the beauty of the world&lt;br /&gt;has dimmed.&lt;br /&gt;is it because I struggle with my relationship with the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;or my relationships have morphed into &lt;br /&gt;meaningless banter and trivial fellowship?&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my heart,&lt;br /&gt;because i don't know how to live for the lord&lt;br /&gt;when I see so many around me falling away,&lt;br /&gt;with the best intentions,&lt;br /&gt;and the purest of Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;It is so difficult to try....when I rarely see fruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-9054108606389430879?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-841498445957624127</id><published>2010-10-14T14:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:05:46.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[time]</title><content type='html'>the concept of time blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;it is crazy, how in one month, &lt;br /&gt;so much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;in one month,&lt;br /&gt;i continue to learn the concept of contentment,&lt;br /&gt;i understand happy is an emotion,&lt;br /&gt;emotions are flighty,&lt;br /&gt;peace is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;i continue to learn trust is difficult,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes brutal,&lt;br /&gt;but so necessary.&lt;br /&gt;in a month,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much more stable than i have been in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also aware,&lt;br /&gt;anything can change.&lt;br /&gt;and in one month,&lt;br /&gt;i will be 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not where i thought i would be at 23.&lt;br /&gt;but that is ok,&lt;br /&gt;i am obviously where God wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;everything in life happens for a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;HIS purpose,&lt;br /&gt;and I am thankful I am not in control.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will continue to move&lt;br /&gt;and things will continue to change&lt;br /&gt;and i will continue to ponder&lt;br /&gt;how this happened&lt;br /&gt;when this happened&lt;br /&gt;and i will rest in knowing He is in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-841498445957624127?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/841498445957624127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=841498445957624127' 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when...]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TLZGGDymgeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/F95pW7bhEu4/s72-c/apple-iphone-4-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3417796471314741878</id><published>2010-10-13T17:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:57:26.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[deep in the heart of texas]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got a new tattoo :)&lt;br /&gt;i have been wanting a texas outline for a while,&lt;br /&gt;and last night i decided to go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's ok if you don't like it,&lt;br /&gt;some do and some don't.&lt;br /&gt;the important thing that matters,&lt;br /&gt;is that i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkTKnc5FnN8/TLY4s_oe29I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4uiIT3_rNeA/s1600/IMG_9168-781498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TLY43RazwtI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/N2xwoPQEixA/s320/IMG_9168-781498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527667938290490322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps.  i do not have kankles, as this picture is clearly and falsely trying to portray.  haha.&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/2318491069755180221-3417796471314741878?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TLY43RazwtI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/N2xwoPQEixA/s72-c/IMG_9168-781498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-331842850144540860</id><published>2010-10-05T15:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:23:29.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[just because you have a camera...]</title><content type='html'>does not mean you're a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, i know.&lt;br /&gt;however, i still like to pretend&lt;br /&gt;and live in my own world&lt;br /&gt;where my pictures really are cool and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;but, lets be serious,&lt;br /&gt;its only because i have a super amazing phone&lt;br /&gt;with super amazing apps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still created a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54569010@N04/"&gt;flickr account&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-331842850144540860?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/331842850144540860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=331842850144540860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/331842850144540860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/331842850144540860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-because-you-have-camera.html' title='[just because you have a camera...]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3174532998430296287</id><published>2010-09-28T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:47:36.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[fall is coming]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TKJFiqPPV_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/u0T0OM8-QZ0/s1600/1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TKJFiqPPV_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/u0T0OM8-QZ0/s320/1205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522052554865727474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no, that is not what san antonio looks like...or probably will ever look like...&lt;br /&gt;but that's what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;it has been the most perfect fall weather the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunny, cool, crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not a thing i would change.&lt;br /&gt;and although i am going to miss summer dearly,&lt;br /&gt;i am actually excited about seeing fall and winter come!&lt;br /&gt;maybe it has to do with my friends who are all christmas fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a yucky note,&lt;br /&gt;its test time!&lt;br /&gt;i truly dislike the classes i'm taking right now:&lt;br /&gt;experimental psychology and the lab.&lt;br /&gt;this is definitely not the part of psychology i prefer,&lt;br /&gt;or wish to study,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i have to ace these classes&lt;br /&gt;in order to get into grad school is a little depressing!&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-3174532998430296287?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3174532998430296287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3174532998430296287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3174532998430296287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3174532998430296287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall-is-coming.html' title='[fall is coming]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TKJFiqPPV_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/u0T0OM8-QZ0/s72-c/1205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2605075250924515386</id><published>2010-09-22T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:33:18.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[serious issues]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have serious issues.&lt;br /&gt;i need my back cracked EVERY day!&lt;br /&gt;and i normally don't get it everyday,&lt;br /&gt;so it builds up to this awful immense pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i drove 15 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;and bought a 6 pack of beer for my friend,&lt;br /&gt;so he could crack my back and massage it.&lt;br /&gt;that's how desperate i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;yes. 100%.&lt;br /&gt;however....&lt;br /&gt;the pain is creeping back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a chiropractor, stat!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till i get insurance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TJpnuwU71eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CBGIbZImQQc/s1600/chiropractor-adelaide-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TJpnuwU71eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CBGIbZImQQc/s320/chiropractor-adelaide-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519838346240316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-2605075250924515386?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2605075250924515386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2605075250924515386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2605075250924515386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2605075250924515386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/09/serious-issues.html' title='[serious issues]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TJpnuwU71eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CBGIbZImQQc/s72-c/chiropractor-adelaide-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-110869767755845535</id><published>2010-09-21T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:57:28.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[transition]</title><content type='html'>i don't know what that means,&lt;br /&gt;or what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;but i am praying i make the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for friends and family&lt;br /&gt;who love me&lt;br /&gt;and more than that,&lt;br /&gt;who love jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls night last night was so much fun :)&lt;br /&gt;my ladies are amazing, and beautiful, and love jesus&lt;br /&gt;and im so glad they are in my life.&lt;br /&gt;we went to alamo drafthouse and watched '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going the distance&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;whileeeeeeeee this movie was funny&lt;br /&gt;(charlie from always sunny in philadelphia - my favorite character!)&lt;br /&gt;and i LOVE justin long&lt;br /&gt;(seriously, i want someone with THAT personality!)&lt;br /&gt;there were some raunchy parts!&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea it was rated r until we got to the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;but it was actually a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;joy and i got into an argument about the movie&lt;br /&gt;- don't worry, i won't spoil it about telling you what it was about -&lt;br /&gt;because we both have been in long distance relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;differences:&lt;br /&gt;her man loves jesus, mine did not.&lt;br /&gt;her relationship worked, mine did not.&lt;br /&gt;i moved cities, she did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;she is getting married in decemeber,&lt;br /&gt;and a part of me wants to say she is in happy bliss.&lt;br /&gt;i am healing, and still working through pain.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know that i would ever give everything up for a man again.&lt;br /&gt;of course, again, there is still much healing to be done&lt;br /&gt;and a lot to be said for trust lost,&lt;br /&gt;but i will definitely think twice before entering a long distance relationship,&lt;br /&gt;and especially moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-110869767755845535?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/110869767755845535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=110869767755845535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/110869767755845535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/110869767755845535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/09/transition.html' title='[transition]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-7350613489591035576</id><published>2010-09-21T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:35:35.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[stay with me tonight]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;the streetlamps try to do their best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;but the light's faded in the west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it's like a night straight out of Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and one I'd hate to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;but with my ego at full mast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i cannot bring myself to ask you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;baby, stay with me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a while before the light will win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and I'd love to have you here to tuck me in, oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;baby, I hate to be needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it's just the shadows seem kind of seedy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and I'm begging you to stay here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i never liked those girls who cling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;needing a man for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;with batted eyes and pouts intent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;they bask in attention spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;but one thing I envy in their bask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;they wouldn't hesitate to ask you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i've been the same girl all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;too independent proud and strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;more like an island and a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;than like a pillow or a dock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;but sometimes strength is just a mask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and that's why tonight, my love, I ask you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;baby, stay with me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a while before the light will win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and I'd love to have you here to tuck me in, oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;baby, I hate to be needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it's just the shadows seem kind of seedy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and I'm begging you to stay here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay with me tonight &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emma wallace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2318491069755180221-7350613489591035576?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(it says:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you smell&lt;br /&gt;your smiling eyes&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in with you&lt;br /&gt;your taste in music&lt;br /&gt;your big bushy beard&lt;br /&gt;the way you never laugh (loudly) when I slam into glass storefront doors&lt;br /&gt;the fact that even though I have the scariest morning hair you still think I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;etsy always has the best finds!&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/2318491069755180221-9045562152712098767?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/9045562152712098767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5237419978795823228</id><published>2010-09-13T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:35:36.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[keep breathing]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;The storm is coming but i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;People are dying, i close my blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that i know is i'm breathing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the world...instead i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe in more than you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all that i know is i'm breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All i can do is keep breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we can do is keep breathing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All that i know is i'm breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All i can do is keep breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we can do is keep breathing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we can do is keep breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we can do is keep breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we can do is keep breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we can do is keep breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we can do is keep breathing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ingrid michaelson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-5237419978795823228?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5237419978795823228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5237419978795823228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5237419978795823228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5237419978795823228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/09/keep-breathing.html' title='[keep breathing]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2996206103682456503</id><published>2010-09-13T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:54:46.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[exhausted]</title><content type='html'>as i sit here,&lt;br /&gt;staring at the computer screen,&lt;br /&gt;phone off,&lt;br /&gt;facebook deactivated,&lt;br /&gt;and sondre lerche playing in my headphones,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot, for the life of me, begin to function enough to write a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crutches have been taken,&lt;br /&gt;and i am too exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;mentally&lt;br /&gt;emotionally&lt;br /&gt;physically&lt;br /&gt;spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;there, i said it.&lt;br /&gt;i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want anyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to get back to the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;to the way things were before.&lt;br /&gt;before boys,&lt;br /&gt;before booze,&lt;br /&gt;before sexuality invaded my life and reared its ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;before debt&lt;br /&gt;before work&lt;br /&gt;before the cares of life stole my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;but days like today...&lt;br /&gt;after working and working and working&lt;br /&gt;without stop,&lt;br /&gt;my armour begins to chip away,&lt;br /&gt;revealing things i don't want anyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;my weaknesses,&lt;br /&gt;my fears,&lt;br /&gt;my discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;or the day after,&lt;br /&gt;i shall be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;back to myself,&lt;br /&gt;smiling and laughing and loud.&lt;br /&gt;but today,&lt;br /&gt;just for today,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to make these problems go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing I could say to make you try to feel okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And nothing you could do to stop me feeling the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if the chance should happen that I never see you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just remember that I'll always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing you could never do to ever let me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And remember that I'll always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a minor incident by badly drawn boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never leave me, or forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;He has only given me what I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will come.&lt;br /&gt;and i will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-2996206103682456503?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2996206103682456503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2996206103682456503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2996206103682456503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2996206103682456503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/09/exhausted.html' title='[exhausted]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1108599468678411965</id><published>2010-07-13T00:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:14:27.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[girl in translation]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...when Matt and I were walking down the street, I caught sight of Vivian in a flower shop as we passed.  If possible, she was even more beautiful than ever in her sorrow, with limpid eyes that looked as if the world had drowned in them.  She happened to look up.  when she saw us, she seemed heartbroken, her grief so complete that if left no room for anger.  I thought, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I never want to love someone like that, not even Matt, so much that there would be no room left for myself, so much that I wouldn't be able to survive if he left me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Kimberly, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl in Translation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;by Jean Kwok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1108599468678411965?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1108599468678411965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=1108599468678411965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1108599468678411965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1108599468678411965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-in-translation.html' title='[girl in translation]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-8707050128963418896</id><published>2010-07-11T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:57:43.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today...</title><content type='html'>I realized,&lt;div&gt;that when I am uncomfortable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get extremely quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that when I want to show someone I don't care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I really do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get extremely loud &amp;amp; overly verbal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in these situations, and all others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't I just be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-8707050128963418896?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/8707050128963418896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=8707050128963418896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8707050128963418896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8707050128963418896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/07/today.html' title='today...'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-7294074963070187168</id><published>2010-07-11T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:20:53.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summa time//summa time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is something great about being &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the water, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the sun, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a bathing suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honestly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life seems carefree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDpDm_q5GdI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EZgkvQ1jAXQ/s320/34382_820620932150_23932340_44153545_6404572_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492777032737167826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank God for the summa time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2318491069755180221-7294074963070187168?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491975202447112658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as you can see, she's incredibly gorgeous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqW4JLwZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/63JtFiRzbQM/s320/34354_459009405040_512765040_6458459_5743478_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491975211862180242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and, incredibly talented!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in addition to playing guitar, she has an amazing strong voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and writes her own music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqCVp2cUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/F8jTdaN7uYI/s320/17162_244110152681_500032681_3176979_171156_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491974859006570818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's creative, beyond belief...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while this christmas bag doesn't demonstrate that fully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her sense of humor is definitely evident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqBnNrtLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZD96tP35VJA/s320/3093_71828407681_500032681_1633987_1967496_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491974846540395698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's super fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqDCwlksI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O4n8D5W-5CE/s320/26017_417986580040_512765040_5596130_7303688_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491974871114420930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she's got killer dance moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm gonna be as good, one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqXssIr-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cC1BV_aUtLw/s1600/n500032681_282284_1878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqXssIr-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cC1BV_aUtLw/s320/n500032681_282284_1878.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491975225967423458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqXZOps5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/c23Fs1_NsZw/s320/n500032681_89391_4474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491975220743484306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we love taking pictures together - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're hot stuffff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqCxLwGeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VmbYf6C3hEk/s1600/17162_244110332681_500032681_3177002_7921570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqCxLwGeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VmbYf6C3hEk/s320/17162_244110332681_500032681_3177002_7921570_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491974866396518882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah, you are incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admire your passion, your love for God, and your strength so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never lose that childlike faith - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the excitement of spending time in the presence of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are more emotionally mature than so many 17 year old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so much discretion, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and with such a sensitive spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you're going to be a huge impact on people's lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love spending time with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dancing to music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laughing &amp;amp; being goofy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're such a fun person, and such a joy to be around;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so thankful you're able to be yourself, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqCP3aBgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/J6cC79NjjYs/s1600/5660_153251140040_512765040_3763889_1867857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqCP3aBgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/J6cC79NjjYs/s320/5660_153251140040_512765040_3763889_1867857_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491974857452815874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Hannah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2318491069755180221-2704909390304148880?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2704909390304148880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2704909390304148880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2704909390304148880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2704909390304148880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-hannah-seventeen-years.html' title='seventeen!'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TDdqWVEdOdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ge38ZME6oMM/s72-c/28977_452759495040_512765040_6275032_7599535_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3783894552746075207</id><published>2010-07-08T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:36:04.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[emotion]</title><content type='html'>"If &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know how I feel it, that's what counts.  Don't you ever look at someone who's hysterical in public and wonder if it's because they really feel miserable or because they want others to know they're miserable?  It kind of dilutes the emotion if you display it for the whole world to see.  Makes it less pure"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jacob, "House Rules" by Jodi Picoult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-3783894552746075207?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4813837480919350464</id><published>2010-06-24T11:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:59:24.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[greyandyellow]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i decided whenever i move,&lt;br /&gt;wherever i move,&lt;br /&gt;my new color theme for my room/bedroom is going to be&lt;br /&gt;dun dun dunnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grey and yellow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know, its kind of a popular color combo right now,&lt;br /&gt;especially for weddings&lt;br /&gt;(im sorry - im a wedding blog fanatic!)&lt;br /&gt;but hey, don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;it's my room anyways.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, in searching for different ideas,&lt;br /&gt;these are the pictures i came across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TCONTVdqiwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1czF9TzwsOk/s1600/Yellow+from+Dwell+Living.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TCONTVdqiwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1czF9TzwsOk/s320/Yellow+from+Dwell+Living.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486384134385994498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;southern living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TCONkzNz9qI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hGmBy9RzQZY/s1600/Yellow+from+Southern+Living.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TCONkzNz9qI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hGmBy9RzQZY/s320/Yellow+from+Southern+Living.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486384434430342818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right?&lt;br /&gt;i know they are two different styles,&lt;br /&gt;but the idea is what i'm getting at.&lt;br /&gt;i like the striped bedspread a lot.&lt;br /&gt;it feels...clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4813837480919350464?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4813837480919350464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4813837480919350464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4813837480919350464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4813837480919350464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/greyandyellow.html' title='[greyandyellow]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TCONTVdqiwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1czF9TzwsOk/s72-c/Yellow+from+Dwell+Living.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3879935196774934253</id><published>2010-06-23T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:36:56.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>faithful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is just so faithful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so thankful that I have people in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that continue to encourage me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and build me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and speak truth to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's always exactly what i need to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few days ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;liz was encouraging me to stop being such a people pleaser....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to focus on pleasing God, and no one else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and during that time to today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i kept dwelling on two things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how loud, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;obnoxious, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emotional, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trusting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;passionate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or whatever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am enough in Christ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how I was made, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i am quite enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the ones who truly love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  to get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rid of my pride&lt;/span&gt; and do the Bible study &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lies Women Believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that my mom has been telling me to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i haven't wanted to because.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm just prideful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, i spoke to my old coworker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and very good friend, &lt;a href="http://thevillalpandofam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica Villalpando&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she truly encouraged me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She mentioned she's been doing a Bible study called...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, Lies Women Believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she kept thinking about me on the chapter about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, being a people pleaser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talk about humbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I picked it up today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asked forgiveness for being so hardheaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and prayed God would transform my life through this study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please, pray for me as I let God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weed out the garbage in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2318491069755180221-3879935196774934253?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3879935196774934253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3879935196774934253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3879935196774934253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3879935196774934253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/faithful.html' title='faithful!'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-7246690559337228627</id><published>2010-06-21T08:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:58:36.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so much on my mind...</title><content type='html'>-two exams today&lt;br /&gt;-worried about my lingering sickness&lt;br /&gt;-missing my family&lt;br /&gt;-thinking about the future, trying to be content in the present&lt;br /&gt;-feeling restless, needing adventure&lt;br /&gt;-thankful for the lessons in life, hard as they may be&lt;br /&gt;-missing people, missing relationships&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my exams are over and done with.  i dont know how i did on my second one, cause i studied so much for my first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, please be in prayer for my friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he dove into a shallow part of a pool and is paralyzed from the waist down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has a 5% chance of walking again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pray that he will come to know jesus through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-7246690559337228627?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/7246690559337228627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=7246690559337228627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/7246690559337228627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/7246690559337228627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-much-on-my-mind.html' title='so much on my mind...'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-8134695134021854246</id><published>2010-06-20T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:21:53.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to my pops</title><content type='html'>happy fathers day :)&lt;div&gt;you are the most hardworking man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;growing up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were always up before any of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making sure things got done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can always count on you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to know exactly what you're talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're the best when it comes to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything that needs to be fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't think i've thanked you often enough for that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for giving me my love of music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for being the spiritual leader,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for being patient with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for supporting me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for being there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for trying to work past our issues,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for all those things i never said thank you for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for being the dad i was meant to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-8134695134021854246?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/8134695134021854246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=8134695134021854246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8134695134021854246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8134695134021854246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-my-pops.html' title='to my pops'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-227983062700140157</id><published>2010-06-13T23:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:20:52.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me - dave matthews band</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my roommate liz introduced me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to this song the other night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and it immediately captured my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is how i want  a man to love me someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it isn't always logical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(is love ever?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but i desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this element of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TBYdmFspoiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dQd_LG8KbJ4/s1600/Peter+Pan+flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TBYdmFspoiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dQd_LG8KbJ4/s320/Peter+Pan+flying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482602136571847202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;wanna pack your bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;something small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;take what you need and we disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;without a trace we'll be gone, gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;moon and the stars will follow the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and then when we get to the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;gonna take a boat to the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;all the way to the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;oh when the kids are old enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we gon' teach them to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you and i we're not tied to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;not falling but rising like rolling around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;eyes closed above the rooftops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;eyes closed were gonna spin through the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;our arms wide as the sky we gon ride the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;all the way to the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh when the kids are old enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we gon teach them to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we can always look back on what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;always memory of you and me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;right now its you and me forever girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you know we could do better than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;anything that we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you know that you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we could do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you and me together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we could do anything, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you and me together yes,yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the two of us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we could do anything baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you and me together yes, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;two of us together, yes, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;two of us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we could do anything baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-227983062700140157?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/227983062700140157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=227983062700140157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/227983062700140157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/227983062700140157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-and-me-dave-matthews-band.html' title='you and me - dave matthews band'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TBYdmFspoiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dQd_LG8KbJ4/s72-c/Peter+Pan+flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5760604241843687607</id><published>2010-06-07T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:18:11.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anchors away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i've always wanted an achor tattoo -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;but this would work in it's stead nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TA0bMOAB9EI/AAAAAAAAANo/1HvmWpEu6is/s1600/24988104_D_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TA0bMOAB9EI/AAAAAAAAANo/1HvmWpEu6is/s320/24988104_D_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480066218310366274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, it's tiffany's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-5760604241843687607?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5760604241843687607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5760604241843687607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5760604241843687607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5760604241843687607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/anchors-away.html' title='anchors away!'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TA0bMOAB9EI/AAAAAAAAANo/1HvmWpEu6is/s72-c/24988104_D_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-9145503228337562812</id><published>2010-06-04T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:48:35.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[re-run]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;i posted this two years and some odd months ago....&lt;br /&gt;and its funny, &lt;br /&gt;after two years,&lt;br /&gt;one city change,&lt;br /&gt;and a million different life lessons,&lt;br /&gt;i can still find truth in the same verses -&lt;br /&gt;they speak the same, and they speak anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;//////////////////////////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;//////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Place me like a seal over heart,&lt;br /&gt;like a seal upon your arm.&lt;br /&gt;For love is as strong as death,&lt;br /&gt;its jealousy as enduring as the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Love flashes like fire,&lt;br /&gt;the brightest kind of flame.&lt;br /&gt;Many waters cannot quench love,&lt;br /&gt;nor can rivers drown it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of songs 8:6-7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart cannot, &lt;br /&gt;will not,&lt;br /&gt;be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;until i experiance &lt;b&gt;this love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind.&lt;br /&gt;its a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;i know who i am.&lt;br /&gt;but do i really?&lt;br /&gt;the person i see in the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;who is she?&lt;br /&gt;those are questions, i sometimes cannot answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;its a hole only &lt;b&gt;He&lt;/b&gt; can fill.&lt;br /&gt;but i must, i must, i MUST,&lt;br /&gt;allow him to heal me, to renew me, &lt;br /&gt;to transform the image i see in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i am grounded in a love that is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;stronger than death&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only then will i experience that which will satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really,&lt;br /&gt;what human, what thing, what knowledge, what encounter...&lt;br /&gt;provides a love that is STRONGER THAN DEATH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our God is a jealous God.&lt;br /&gt;he craves our love, just as much as we crave his.&lt;br /&gt;when i wander, when i take a step away,&lt;br /&gt;he hurts. &lt;br /&gt;it pains him....&lt;br /&gt;but he will never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;...as enduring as the grave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving a wretched sinner like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;he has made everything beautiful in its time...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-9145503228337562812?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/9145503228337562812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=9145503228337562812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/9145503228337562812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/9145503228337562812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/re-run.html' title='[re-run]'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-6681077842241644006</id><published>2010-06-04T14:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:19:11.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe</title><content type='html'>there are so many things&lt;div&gt;that are heavy on my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am crippled in my words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hindered by fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in all my imperfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am clumsy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am weak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but within all of this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i know how to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i am willing to be vulnerable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;becuase i am willing to take a risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because my trust is in jesus christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am on this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;painful&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excitingc&lt;/span&gt;olorful&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rollercoaster called life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there is this immense emotion called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that continues to try to stop me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from enjoying the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all i've been through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all i have been told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt; to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love still prevails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that there is a trust that cannot be broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that despite brokenness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there can be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let your face shine on your servant; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       save me in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfailing love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/2318491069755180221-6681077842241644006?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/6681077842241644006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=6681077842241644006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/6681077842241644006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/6681077842241644006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/breathe.html' title='breathe'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5392555892472862123</id><published>2010-06-01T18:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:06:35.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sex and the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am going to spend time with some of my favorite ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- onscreen and offscreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/TAWR9tfle0I/AAAAAAAAANg/wFxK2zzawKU/s320/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477945011136199490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sex and the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with liz, mel, sarah, joy and some other very lovely ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the reviews supposedly have been terrible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i am still so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2318491069755180221-5392555892472862123?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5392555892472862123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5392555892472862123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5392555892472862123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5392555892472862123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/06/sex-and-city.html' title='sex and the city'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time in almost two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's an unfamiliar feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was almost uncomfortable at first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because for so long....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had been searching for the next high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living in depression,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and beating myself up for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i moved in with two girls from teenmania,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;melody romo and liz hansen, and melody's sister - joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these girls have been such an incredible encouragement to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never realized how much the friends you surround yourself with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the enviroment you live in can affect you so immensely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't think i have the time, or the space, or even the words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to fully allow myself to explain the extent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to which God moved me out of my pit through these girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i shall leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was living in this...downward spiral,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of drinking, and partying, and making stupid, stupid choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i saw it, and i just didnt know how to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't know how to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i'm here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it no longer has a hold on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on one hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm saddened that i allowed myself to make &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those choices, those decisions that put me into awful situations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at the same time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot live with regret, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm only going to allow myself to learn, and to grow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know that one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my testimony will impact someone in a huge way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i've aged so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not in a bad way completely....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in a way, that i know what i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired of living for something temporal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it all fades away so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2318491069755180221-285198738087102163?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/285198738087102163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=285198738087102163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/285198738087102163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/285198738087102163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/05/honey-im-home.html' title='honey, i&apos;m home!'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-6727061524735514471</id><published>2010-03-22T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:49:46.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S6ecKhGNTnI/AAAAAAAAANY/zPi5p0fyNDE/s1600-h/6a00d8341c94c853ef01116855aea2970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S6ecKhGNTnI/AAAAAAAAANY/zPi5p0fyNDE/s320/6a00d8341c94c853ef01116855aea2970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451497578452307570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being sad,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being around sad people.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have some screwed up relationships,&lt;br /&gt;and yes, its all been piling on top of me all at once...&lt;br /&gt;but, i am still so much better off than millions of other people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a GREAT quote, and i don't have it on me,&lt;br /&gt;but it pretty much said that being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;others centered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the cure for any sickness...depression, heart break, etc.&lt;br /&gt;when you are pouring yourself out,&lt;br /&gt;you become focused on the needs of others, and their hurts,&lt;br /&gt;and slowly you begin to heal....you can't focus on two things at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats so true.&lt;br /&gt;I want to pour my life out,&lt;br /&gt;i want to influence others.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start trying to be involved in community programs,&lt;br /&gt;I applied for Big Brother Big Sister,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to run in the Race for the Cure,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm looking at other things, like Habitat for Humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to a friend about opportunities at her church as well, so we'll see how that pans out.  If you have any other suggestions for me, they would be much appreciated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-6727061524735514471?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/6727061524735514471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=6727061524735514471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/6727061524735514471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/6727061524735514471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-tired-of-being-sad-and-im-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S6ecKhGNTnI/AAAAAAAAANY/zPi5p0fyNDE/s72-c/6a00d8341c94c853ef01116855aea2970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1468203220674300734</id><published>2010-03-16T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:19:06.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..::lovelovelovelove::..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S6ADkWBE5EI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vAOFyBDSZQk/s1600-h/w-cordones-newport-red-h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449359472038569026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S6ADkWBE5EI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vAOFyBDSZQk/s320/w-cordones-newport-red-h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loveeee these red newport cordones by tomsshoes.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mere $70, thats all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1468203220674300734?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1468203220674300734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1595617655684018436</id><published>2010-03-15T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:42:18.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>skeletons in my closet</title><content type='html'>you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;im here.&lt;br /&gt;you said forever.&lt;br /&gt;and we laughed&lt;br /&gt;we cried&lt;br /&gt;and we never thought that forever would end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dedicated songs to each other&lt;br /&gt;took silly pictures&lt;br /&gt;whispered secrets in the dark till we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;you were my best friend&lt;br /&gt;my confidante.&lt;br /&gt;the one person i knew i could rely on.&lt;br /&gt;the one person that would be always be there for me&lt;br /&gt;the one person who would love me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;but you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and im here.&lt;br /&gt;i have questions&lt;br /&gt;that will never be answered&lt;br /&gt;but there is one question that will always hang over my head&lt;br /&gt;why did you stop being my friend?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like thinking about the answer&lt;br /&gt;it hurts too much,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, i just pretend the truth is altogether something different.&lt;br /&gt;but i will always know...&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;i was too human.&lt;br /&gt;i fell&lt;br /&gt;and you didnt want a fallen person for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;i changed...&lt;br /&gt;who knew that thought that &lt;strong&gt;'forever'&lt;/strong&gt; had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'or until you change'&lt;/strong&gt; silently, invisibly attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you don't get to call me a whore! when i met you, i thought i had met the person i would spend the rest of my life with.  i was done.  so all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues...who cared?  because I was done.  you left me! you chose addison!  i'm all glued back together now.  i make no apologies for how i chose to repair what you broke.   you don't get to call me a whore!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- meredith (greys anatomy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1595617655684018436?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1595617655684018436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=1595617655684018436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1595617655684018436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1595617655684018436'/><link rel='alternate' 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finish,&lt;br /&gt;how to love,&lt;br /&gt;how to lose,&lt;br /&gt;how to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;how to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a fight and a war&lt;br /&gt;to see the beauty and the peace&lt;br /&gt;but isn't it so much sweeter once we've learned that&lt;br /&gt;it's ok to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;its ok to cry,&lt;br /&gt;but you have to get up, wake up,&lt;br /&gt;and become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-3105335218444645941?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3105335218444645941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3105335218444645941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3105335218444645941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3105335218444645941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/03/days-of-yesteryear.html' title='days of yesteryear'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-8528062228653792322</id><published>2010-02-23T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:44:32.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>i love music.&lt;br /&gt;its honestly been my constant...&lt;br /&gt;so, obviously, i have been having a hard time with the breakup&lt;br /&gt;and one of my friends, nadim, gave me some songs off his playlist "bitchs"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;its been fun...its like a game to see "what song describes my pathetic love life the most"&lt;br /&gt;and i know that sounds so depressing, but its NOT! &lt;br /&gt;it makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;honestly, it takes my mind off of how sad i am, and how much i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs that i relate to the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna find another you - john mayer&lt;br /&gt;better that we break - maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;need you now - lady antebellum (hahah my life. seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;and the funniest one...&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you - whitney houston&lt;br /&gt;hahaha who knew i would end up relating to you, whitney??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, so long until i write again...&lt;br /&gt;everything will be alrighttttttt (the killers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-8528062228653792322?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/8528062228653792322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=8528062228653792322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8528062228653792322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8528062228653792322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/02/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5447158757256417861</id><published>2010-02-11T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:09:50.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gunna make it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S3TUXniIzyI/AAAAAAAAANA/kfu129-ByvA/s1600-h/quebec_broken-wall_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437204152357277474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S3TUXniIzyI/AAAAAAAAANA/kfu129-ByvA/s320/quebec_broken-wall_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;when all is said and done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the joy of the lord will be my strength.&lt;/strong&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/2318491069755180221-5447158757256417861?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5447158757256417861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5447158757256417861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5447158757256417861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5447158757256417861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/02/gunna-make-it.html' title='gunna make it'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S3TUXniIzyI/AAAAAAAAANA/kfu129-ByvA/s72-c/quebec_broken-wall_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-570890634303307254</id><published>2010-02-10T11:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:49:21.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy single's awarness day!!</title><content type='html'>couples make me gag.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i see a valentine display,&lt;br /&gt;i want to kick it down.&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems so mushy ushy gushy&lt;br /&gt;and ive seen so many guys buying roses at walmart,&lt;br /&gt;its ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;like, please, reality....just slap me a little harder to remind me that&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;and that i'm too pathetic to get in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok, ok,&lt;br /&gt;before you freak out and tell me i'm being bitter,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm WORTH it and I'm BEAUTIFUL and there is&lt;br /&gt;a special guy out there SOMEWHERE for me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you...&lt;br /&gt;i know :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on the bitternes...&lt;br /&gt;but I'm know I'm beautiful, and worth it, and there is a special guy out there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just telling you that those are my FIRST reactions...&lt;br /&gt;and then I have to take those thoughts captive, and give them to God.&lt;br /&gt;This Valentine's Day,  I am learning what UNCONDITIONAL LOVE  is.&lt;br /&gt;I am learning Agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what agape  is:&lt;br /&gt;There are several types of love in the Greek language...the three most widely known are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eros&lt;/span&gt; - as you can imagine, is ROMANTIC love.  the kind of love everyone wants this weekend, the sexy passionate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;philia&lt;/span&gt; - is the love you have for a family member, brother, sister, or very close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agape&lt;/span&gt; - divine, unconditional, self-sacrificing, active, volitional, and thoughtful love (wikipedia).  Agape is the love the God has for us.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes from Rob Bell's book 'Sex God' is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Agape doesn't love somebody because they're worthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Agape MAKES them worthy by the strength and power of it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Agape doesn't love somebody because they're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Agape loves in such a way that it makes them beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I love this quote.&lt;br /&gt;I am so imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;I fail everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I am weak,&lt;br /&gt;I am stubborn,&lt;br /&gt;I lust,&lt;br /&gt;I curse,&lt;br /&gt;I have no self control,&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish,&lt;br /&gt;and foolish,&lt;br /&gt;and unwise.&lt;br /&gt;I am a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through his strength, through his salvation, and through his LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how amazing is that???&lt;br /&gt;i have someone who will NEVER LEAVE me, NEVER FORSAKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing i could ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;should i say it again?&lt;br /&gt;EVERRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;do that would make him love me less, or stop loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, at this time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;that is exactly what i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have left so many times,&lt;br /&gt;i have given myself to other lovers,&lt;br /&gt;and i have worshipped other gods.&lt;br /&gt;ughhh i have been BROKEN and BEATEN and TORN DOWN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Therefore, behold, I [the Lord God] will&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hedge up her way thorns; a&lt;/span&gt;nd I will build a wall against her that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she shall not find her paths&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she shall follow after her lovers&lt;/span&gt; but she shall not overtake them; and she shall seek them , but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shall not find them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    For she has not noticed, understood, or realized that it was I [the Lord God] Who gave her the grain and the new wine and the fresh oil, and Who lavished upon her silver and gold which they used for Baal and made into his image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Therefore will I return and take back My grain in the time for it and My new wine in the season for it, and will pluck away and recover My wool and My flax which were to cover her [&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    And now will I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uncover her lewdness and her shame in the sight of her lovers&lt;/span&gt;, and no one shall rescue her out of My hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    And I will lay waste and destroy her vines and her fig trees of which she has said, These are my reward or loose woman's hire that my lovers have given me; and I will make [her plantations] an inaccessible forest, and the wild beasts of the open country shall eat them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    And I will visit [punishment] upon her for the feast days of the Baals, when she burned incense to them and decked herself with her earrings and nose rings and her jewelry and went after her lovers and forgot Me, says the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Therefore, behold, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will allure her&lt;/span&gt;  bring her into the wilderness, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will speak tenderly&lt;/span&gt; and to her heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    There I will give her her vineyards and make the Valley of Achor [troubling] to be for her a door of hope and expectation. And she shall sing there and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respond as in the days of her youth&lt;/span&gt; and as at the time when she came up out of the land of Egypt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    And it shall be in that day, says the Lord, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that you will call Me Ishi [my Husband]&lt;/span&gt;, and you shall no more call Me Baali [my Baal].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    F&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or I will take away the names of Baalim [the Baals] out of her mouth&lt;/span&gt;, and they shall no more be mentioned or seriously remembered by their name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    And in that day will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I make a covenant for Israe&lt;/span&gt;l with the living creatures of the open country and with the birds of the heavens and with the creeping things of the ground. And I will break the bow and the sword and [abolish battle equipment and] conflict out of the land and will make you lie down safely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    And I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;betroth you to Me forever&lt;/span&gt;; yes, I will betroth you to Me in righteousness and justice, in steadfast love, and in mercy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;    I will even betroth you to Me in stability and in faithfulness, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you shall know (recognize, be acquainted with, appreciate, give heed to, and cherish) the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;     And I will sow her for Myself anew in the land, and I will have love, pity, and mercy for her who had not obtained love, pity, and mercy; and I will say to those who were not My people, You are My people, and they shall say, You are my God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hosea 2:6-23&lt;br /&gt;(i omitted a few verses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I read this verse...&lt;br /&gt;I cant breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed by Love.&lt;br /&gt;This verse has been one of my favorite passages since 2005&lt;br /&gt;but it has never meant so much to me more than it does today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Valentines Day...&lt;br /&gt;I am throwing myself into knowing my True Lover,&lt;br /&gt;and I am going to seek him as desperately as I have sought my other loves.&lt;br /&gt;and I am praying for a desire to KNOW him more intimately than I have known anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;He will HEAL me, and make me WHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait upon the Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some of you may read this and think 'sure thing, kid'&lt;br /&gt;but never before have i been in such a broken, broken time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and never before have i been so so aware of my...humanity and&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; for salvation.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm going to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;but God willing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will be made perfect in Him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S3LxX7H46pI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fM4VNu01b6g/s1600-h/ist2_11609644-little-boy-with-red-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S3LxX7H46pI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fM4VNu01b6g/s320/ist2_11609644-little-boy-with-red-rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436673093499677330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-570890634303307254?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430803880183641330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is where i want to be, and that is what i want to be doing...oh spring break, come quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;i decided i really want a new chapter in my life to begin.&lt;br /&gt;i want to start being more disciplined in spending time with the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and everything that follows with that.&lt;br /&gt;i need obedience...&lt;br /&gt;i have always struggled with that.&lt;br /&gt;there are just somethings in my life, that need to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to start memorizing a new verse every week...&lt;br /&gt;this week's:&lt;br /&gt;'Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!'&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, its one of the most commonly used verses, but its very relevant at this point in my life...i am ready for the old to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;i surrender myself to You!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4678654522081403626?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4678654522081403626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4678654522081403626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4678654522081403626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4678654522081403626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-where-i-want-to-be-and-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S14XWvsotPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p-E6s0POM6Y/s72-c/sunbathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-7007189894122674216</id><published>2010-01-15T11:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:32:47.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, weekend :)</title><content type='html'>oh my, finally, friday has come&lt;br /&gt;and there is no school on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good week...&lt;br /&gt;although in these upcoming weeks,&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to have to buckle down...&lt;br /&gt;NO GOING OUT DURING THE WEEK FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, sometimes I get so frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;why am I such a social butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;I love being around people...&lt;br /&gt;talking, laughing, having fun, being LIVE :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel left out when I choose to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;But, school and work come first and&lt;br /&gt;a girl's gotta do, what a girls gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cowboys for the first time this past Wednesday -&lt;br /&gt;it was so much fun (live! haha).&lt;br /&gt;I saw almost everyone I knew,&lt;br /&gt;and it was so fun dancing!&lt;br /&gt;I had never really danced COUNTRY before...&lt;br /&gt;one of my friends, Roland, danced with me and kept twirling me --&lt;br /&gt;hahah, i felt like such a girl, light and feminine!&lt;br /&gt;I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;I got my feet stepped on SEVERAL times,&lt;br /&gt;and i now have two huge bruises on the top of my feet,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to wear shoes!&lt;br /&gt;One girl stepped on me with her heels, tearing off the top layer of my skin...&lt;br /&gt;poor me.&lt;br /&gt;But, I had a really good time and I'm going to have to go back at least ONCE this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working out ALMOST every day this week...&lt;br /&gt;abs, arms, weights, running, etc.&lt;br /&gt;my goal is to firm up my rear end and my abs...&lt;br /&gt;spring break is on its way!&lt;br /&gt;i would like to continue to gain weight...&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself last night, I'm 105!&lt;br /&gt;About 5 more lbs would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;(firm pounds lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellllll&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to my last class,&lt;br /&gt;praise Jesus :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-7007189894122674216?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2870526735820810093</id><published>2010-01-13T11:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:47:01.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year</title><content type='html'>Well, I was pretty pathetic at updating.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping into college, and working 28 hours a week kinda overdid it for me.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to try to start updating a little more regularly,&lt;br /&gt;if only to post pretty pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year has come,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully with changes and blessings.&lt;br /&gt;School just start this past week...yikes!&lt;br /&gt;I am already feeling scatterbrained with 5 classes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I are still on a break,&lt;br /&gt;indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard, because I still love and care for him,&lt;br /&gt;and I know he feels the same way,&lt;br /&gt;but we are both at very different places right now&lt;br /&gt;and it just isnt the right time.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly need time to know what it means to be Mia...&lt;br /&gt;not Mia part of the Anderson family&lt;br /&gt;and not Tony and Mia.&lt;br /&gt;just Mia.&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that, emotionally, and finanicially&lt;br /&gt;and all the issues with my family...&lt;br /&gt;I can't handle it all.&lt;br /&gt;I have to let go of some things.&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, we are just good friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its off to Statistic for Psychology! yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S04Gn4pxEmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QiJDrXTrI94/s1600-h/20040703_235813_wood+pencil+bouquet_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S04Gn4pxEmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QiJDrXTrI94/s320/20040703_235813_wood+pencil+bouquet_view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426281883320259170" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't you just love...fall? It makes me want to shop for back to school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address."&lt;br /&gt;-You've Got Mail&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/2318491069755180221-2870526735820810093?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2870526735820810093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2870526735820810093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2870526735820810093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2870526735820810093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='a new year'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/S04Gn4pxEmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QiJDrXTrI94/s72-c/20040703_235813_wood+pencil+bouquet_view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-42866398070902181</id><published>2009-08-22T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:01:09.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update coming soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at beauty captured,&lt;br /&gt; also formally known as engagement pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SpCv-iGNymI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Vlfr4hzLvJo/s1600-h/e_jonjr_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SpCv-iGNymI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Vlfr4hzLvJo/s320/e_jonjr_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372987844292627042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://matthew-morgan.blogspot.com/2009/08/jonathan-and-jamie-rose-engagement.html"&gt;(matthew morgan photography)&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/2318491069755180221-42866398070902181?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SpCv-iGNymI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Vlfr4hzLvJo/s72-c/e_jonjr_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1110482877144965519</id><published>2009-08-21T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:02:26.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today...</title><content type='html'>is the day a new chapter of my life begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will keep you posted :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1110482877144965519?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1110482877144965519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=1110482877144965519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1110482877144965519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1110482877144965519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='today...'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3851423984988692588</id><published>2009-08-20T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:59:36.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day....</title><content type='html'>I move tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;[gulp]&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I still need to finish packing, and cleaning,&lt;br /&gt;pack my car, my dad's car&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My move in time is 9am Saturday morning!&lt;br /&gt;and God COMPLETELY provided the loan money in time for me to move in!&lt;br /&gt;PTL, thank you Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;I meet my two new roommates for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;and I move into my downsized living space...&lt;br /&gt;yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried downloading the layout of my new apt, but it wouldn't work...&lt;br /&gt;so you can click &lt;a href="http://highviewplace.info/RESOURCES/CMSFiles/File/HighView/HighViewPlace_4Bed.pdf"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;- i am room a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my new nanny job on Sunday, just meeting the kids and getting 'oriented'.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MIA%7E1.AND/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MIA%7E1.AND/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-3851423984988692588?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3851423984988692588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3851423984988692588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3851423984988692588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3851423984988692588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day....'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-8943510082482367657</id><published>2009-08-17T11:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:58:41.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>run to win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs,&lt;br /&gt;but only one person gets the prize?&lt;br /&gt;So run to win!&lt;br /&gt;All athletes are disciplined in their training.&lt;br /&gt;They do it to win a prize that will fade away, but we do it for an eternal prize.&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o I run with purpose in every step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not just shadowboxing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discipline my body like an athlete, training it to do what it should.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I fear that after preaching to others I myself might be disqualified.&lt;br /&gt;1 cor. 9:25-27&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/2318491069755180221-8943510082482367657?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2693574608552007585</id><published>2009-08-14T09:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:24:39.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from another blog...</title><content type='html'>hm...interesting question.&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tartraz.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-ponder.html"&gt;tartraz: something to ponder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-2693574608552007585?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2693574608552007585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2693574608552007585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2693574608552007585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2693574608552007585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-another-blog.html' title='from another blog...'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-6547061384464202458</id><published>2009-08-11T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:52:54.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lets be honest...</title><content type='html'>if i had a charger for my camera...&lt;br /&gt;i would probably post a lot more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-6547061384464202458?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/6547061384464202458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=6547061384464202458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/6547061384464202458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/6547061384464202458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-be-honest.html' title='lets be honest...'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-168673287730262366</id><published>2009-08-11T11:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:51:59.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hannah is a sweet sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGhkjAezjI/AAAAAAAAAME/LdfUW4LNHFA/s1600-h/5660_153251085040_512765040_3763880_2347120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGhkjAezjI/AAAAAAAAAME/LdfUW4LNHFA/s320/5660_153251085040_512765040_3763880_2347120_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368749880046964274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hannah turned sweet sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGfaNPi_xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5lvT-Kt9GTM/s1600-h/5660_153251685040_512765040_3763978_932054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGfaNPi_xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5lvT-Kt9GTM/s320/5660_153251685040_512765040_3763978_932054_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368747503382626066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is hannah, in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGeyspyEZI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vzbelw_y2U4/s1600-h/5660_153251175040_512765040_3763894_3116356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGeyspyEZI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vzbelw_y2U4/s320/5660_153251175040_512765040_3763894_3116356_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368746824619397522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my crazy, amazing, loud and beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGey1s7TMI/AAAAAAAAALk/3LDV27Jwtbw/s1600-h/5660_153251545040_512765040_3763954_4760357_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGey1s7TMI/AAAAAAAAALk/3LDV27Jwtbw/s320/5660_153251545040_512765040_3763954_4760357_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368746827048504514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't this cake amazing?? my cousin made it..&lt;br /&gt;(Alma's Cakes - 281.580.5022, hit em upppp!&lt;br /&gt;they do weddings, birthdays, everything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGeyWZCVjI/AAAAAAAAALU/ETZDVKA8_wY/s1600-h/5660_153251140040_512765040_3763889_1867857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGeyWZCVjI/AAAAAAAAALU/ETZDVKA8_wY/s320/5660_153251140040_512765040_3763889_1867857_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368746818643580466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and hannah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGeyF3cF5I/AAAAAAAAALE/DiDd9WHPYNA/s1600-h/5530_110144752681_500032681_2174769_7797711_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGeyF3cF5I/AAAAAAAAALE/DiDd9WHPYNA/s320/5530_110144752681_500032681_2174769_7797711_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368746814207694738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my man. sexxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-168673287730262366?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/168673287730262366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=168673287730262366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/168673287730262366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/168673287730262366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/08/hannah-is-sweet-sixteen.html' title='hannah is a sweet sixteen'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SoGhkjAezjI/AAAAAAAAAME/LdfUW4LNHFA/s72-c/5660_153251085040_512765040_3763880_2347120_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3625235235606004783</id><published>2009-08-06T15:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:29:24.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>these would be nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sns8rt6hVmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Jw0YA7xtZhE/s1600-h/SynchronicityLet-SizIntFileFolder_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sns8rt6hVmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Jw0YA7xtZhE/s320/SynchronicityLet-SizIntFileFolder_x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366950102699169378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for my school assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sns8UE9UBzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/T5H1_ciEGIg/s1600-h/ShoeTree_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sns8UE9UBzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/T5H1_ciEGIg/s320/ShoeTree_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366949696568035122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sns8Tk7e7AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/B4jQysVBcUU/s1600-h/ChromeShelfClipKit_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sns8Tk7e7AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/B4jQysVBcUU/s320/ChromeShelfClipKit_x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366949687970425858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for my toiletries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, the container store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MIA%7E1.AND/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-3625235235606004783?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3625235235606004783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3625235235606004783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3625235235606004783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3625235235606004783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy.html' title='these would be nice...'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sns8rt6hVmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Jw0YA7xtZhE/s72-c/SynchronicityLet-SizIntFileFolder_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5955483001401569839</id><published>2009-07-30T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:46:55.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||update|| san antone</title><content type='html'>i got both jobs! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Michael's interview in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was immediately offered the job. I asked for my availibility to switched to the weekends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'll be working either every other weekend both days, or every other saturday or sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then had an interview with the lady and her family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it went well...I just didn't get the greatest vibe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They asked me to committ...and I just honestly can't say what my future holds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm goin to be a college student -- what if i'm offered an internship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the boys were sweet and everything, in the end, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just didn't get a good feeling in the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the interview, Vanessa told me about the family that she used to nanny after school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, as it all worked out...I got to meet her that day and get an interview!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracey was very sweet, and made me feel comfortable right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after a couple of days of waiting...and of playing phone tag with the first family...I got the job with Tracey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very excited and I can't wait to start working and jump into school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please be praying for my loans to come through!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still need money to pay for housing and my credit isn't enough to let me get a loan, even with a co-signer. I really appreciate it, y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the backpacks i want to buy -- which one do you like more??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SnHqMefhtYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/31qwe4z528w/s1600-h/5441043_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364326131239597442" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SnHqMefhtYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/31qwe4z528w/s200/5441043_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SnHqMoobeDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NCQZuHcn-vQ/s1600-h/5440342_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364326133961291826" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SnHqMoobeDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NCQZuHcn-vQ/s200/5440342_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-5955483001401569839?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5955483001401569839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5955483001401569839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5955483001401569839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5955483001401569839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-san-antone.html' title='||update|| san antone'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SnHqMefhtYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/31qwe4z528w/s72-c/5441043_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-615891132096563640</id><published>2009-07-23T14:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:29:13.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>san antone</title><content type='html'>i'm going to san antonio tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;i have two job interviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is with michael's...&lt;br /&gt;the other is with a lady with two boys (7 &amp;amp; 5 yrs) who wants me to watch them 2:45-5:30 every day after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you know how it goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you jesus for opening up the doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-615891132096563640?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/615891132096563640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=615891132096563640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/615891132096563640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/615891132096563640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-antone.html' title='san antone'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4226299636111463392</id><published>2009-07-22T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:30:59.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>acne</title><content type='html'>help!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;haha, not really.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason...since march, my face has broken out beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;it has NEVER been like this before, not even when i was a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;i had relatively pretty skin for the past couple of years...an occasionally pimple...&lt;br /&gt;right now, i seriously look like a person from a proactiv commercial :(&lt;br /&gt;and if i had a working camera, i'd show you :(&lt;br /&gt;no exaggeration yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...does anyone have any helpful tips???&lt;br /&gt;i've tried proactiv&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get back on my excercise routine, drink more water, and cut out high fructose corn syrup.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried cetaphil, and neutrogena, and vitamins...&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;this is getting bad.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm using oatmeal to wash my face, and it seems to be calming down,&lt;br /&gt;not as inflamed,&lt;br /&gt;but its still PAINFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I tell someone about this, they ask one of three questions:&lt;br /&gt;Do you have more stress in your life?  No, not anymore than usual&lt;br /&gt;Has your routine changed? No, not anymore than it has in the past&lt;br /&gt;Have you started a birth control?  No, I have not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone...anyone AT ALL...have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4226299636111463392?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4226299636111463392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4226299636111463392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4226299636111463392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4226299636111463392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/07/acne.html' title='acne'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4221685973697548636</id><published>2009-07-20T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:12:26.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coworkers &amp; friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thevillalpandos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt; commented on my last note and told me I forgot to mention how much I'm going to miss my coworkers and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is...I didn't forget...&lt;br /&gt;but I can't just simply &lt;strong&gt;mention, &lt;/strong&gt;in passing,&lt;br /&gt;a group of people who have meant so much more to me than a coworker ever could.&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have been confidantes, allies, sisters in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt;, prayer partners, and most of all, friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for a year and a half of lunches, inside jokes, boring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fridays&lt;/span&gt; made fun, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; that was brought about by laughter or tears, and sometimes both.&lt;br /&gt;You honestly made awful days bearable,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes made good days awful ;)&lt;br /&gt;(just kidding...half kidding. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;There were times, that you were my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for supporting me through all I went through, good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;for being a listening ear,&lt;br /&gt;and giving me the confidence and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; to stand up for myself or TO certain people&lt;br /&gt;(eh...you know who/what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and for tolerating my random bursts of song.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yet I really can't tell you &lt;strong&gt;how much&lt;/strong&gt; I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to miss you,&lt;br /&gt;because words aren't quite sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see what God is going to do in your life...you're all in such exciting places!!&lt;br /&gt;People always say they don't want to lose touch, and I hope that we can truly keep that communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you girls. so so so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4221685973697548636?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4221685973697548636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4221685973697548636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4221685973697548636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4221685973697548636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/07/coworkers-friends.html' title='coworkers &amp; friends'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-8526132937729003253</id><published>2009-07-17T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:24:37.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>well, its been a month and some odd days since i've last posted.&lt;br /&gt;a lot has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my purse stolen while out on lake conroe with a couple of friends!&lt;br /&gt;our truck was busted into, and lots of things stolen.&lt;br /&gt;tony, being smart, had put his stuff in a pocket, so nothing of his was touched...&lt;br /&gt;vanessa got the worst of it...two $500 blank checks (don't ask, haha), $200 cash, her cell phone, and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;it was not enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;my camera cord was in my purse, and apparently you can only order them online, so I've been without a camera and its made me awfully sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Ministry two main events are over and done with :)&lt;br /&gt;VBS and Camp were huge, and I loved it.  We had awesome turnouts.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to actually go to camp this year (I got sick last year) and it was so fun --&lt;br /&gt;I had such an amazing group of girls...the Lord really blessed me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely got a shocker at the end of camp...got pulled out at midnight on Friday night,&lt;br /&gt;to be told by my boss that she was resigning after 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but her last day was going to be Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;Her reception was the next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy. &lt;br /&gt;I had been planning on going to orientation/vacation for a while, so I wasn't even going to be here for her last day or reception! &lt;br /&gt;I came back, and she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;It will be such a great time for her kids though --&lt;br /&gt;I know they'll love the extra time they'll get to spend with their mom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially gave my resignation the Monday I came back.&lt;br /&gt;It was a little awkward...&lt;br /&gt;and it kind of still is, haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to be going to school in August.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to UTSA.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats where Tony goes.&lt;br /&gt;But, no, that is not the only reason I am going&lt;br /&gt;(note: i said not the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; reason...of course he is &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; reason :] ).&lt;br /&gt;and i am sooooooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;I've already registered for classes, and I can't wait for them to begin.&lt;br /&gt;My last day at the church will be August 21...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay long enough to make sure they got everything done for Promotion Sunday, with Cindy being gone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I move August 22. &lt;br /&gt;algjagkja';g;agj;algjka;gjk&lt;br /&gt;so excited.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to move into my new apartment!&lt;br /&gt;brand new -- never been lived in!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;i've submitted a couple of resumes for administrative positions down there...&lt;br /&gt;please be praying i get a call back from someone and they offer me a job ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was houston project...&lt;br /&gt;and i went and helped at my dad's church site.&lt;br /&gt;yes, my dad's (possesive) church site.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is the new youth pastor of north central baptist church.&lt;br /&gt;its crazy, and its all on faith, because they have no idea how the Lord is going to provide for them,&lt;br /&gt;but they know that he will. &lt;br /&gt;if you can, please just be lifting up my family in prayer as they embark on this HUGE new journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight...I am going on mission trip!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on an actual mission trip since 2005.&lt;br /&gt;it's with tony's church and we're going to be doing construction on a pastor's house in galveston.&lt;br /&gt;its just for the weekend, but it should be fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-8526132937729003253?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/8526132937729003253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=8526132937729003253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8526132937729003253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8526132937729003253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4964446813048307321</id><published>2009-06-08T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:24:48.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many emotions.&lt;br /&gt;so many things i can't really say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;a year ago this week...&lt;br /&gt;i was in the same position i am now.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what progress was made?&lt;br /&gt;if anything, i feel as though i've regressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts so badly...&lt;br /&gt;i know its the same situation over and over&lt;br /&gt;but you can never get used to the pain of being hurt again and again.&lt;br /&gt;how many times can i be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the victim, i know that i've hurt and caused as much pain...&lt;br /&gt;but i can't take this anymore either.&lt;br /&gt;im at the point where i have to decide if the relationships are worth the drama.&lt;br /&gt;because my family is the most dramatic family in the history of dramatic families.&lt;br /&gt;[okkk yes that was dramatic too :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this hurt, i am pushing others away.&lt;br /&gt;i do not know how to handle it,&lt;br /&gt;and i put it out on others in ways that i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a friend in houston.&lt;br /&gt;just one friend, that i could go to, no matter what time of night it was,&lt;br /&gt;and i could go and get a hug, and they would let me cry.&lt;br /&gt;and talk.&lt;br /&gt;and just pour out my heart,&lt;br /&gt;no matter if it wasn't the 'right' things to say.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of this,&lt;br /&gt;i know i am being pushed to god.&lt;br /&gt;but can i be honest?&lt;br /&gt;for the past twenty one years i've been in the same spot..&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what is real and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;yes...i said it.&lt;br /&gt;i work at a church, and i grew up in the church,&lt;br /&gt;and im supposed to be such a godly christian...&lt;br /&gt;but i feel jaded.&lt;br /&gt;judge me if you will,&lt;br /&gt;but that is my heart...&lt;br /&gt;my painful, bleeding heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4964446813048307321?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4964446813048307321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4964446813048307321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4964446813048307321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4964446813048307321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4829882613304035807</id><published>2009-05-28T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:48:50.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||these are a few of my favorite things||</title><content type='html'>the past couple of weeks have been really hard.&lt;br /&gt;i've been going through a lot emotionally, as far as family &amp;amp; friends go,&lt;br /&gt;and just where my future is taking me. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i needed a boost &amp;amp; something that always makes me feel better is thinking about my favorite things!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha.  ok, i know that was dumb, but seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanning.&lt;br /&gt;new life green.&lt;br /&gt;va va voom red.&lt;br /&gt;(but not green &amp;amp; red together ;] )&lt;br /&gt;getting massages.&lt;br /&gt;watching movies that make you cry from deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;singing SO LOUD &amp;amp; OFF KEY and enjoying every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;really good lunches with coworkers!&lt;br /&gt;birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;making tie die t-shirts with my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;laughing so hard your stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;a good run.&lt;br /&gt;seeing old friends.&lt;br /&gt;spending time with new friends.&lt;br /&gt;kisses! (chocolate...and the real ones! ;] )&lt;br /&gt;taking pictures...and getting a REALLY good one.&lt;br /&gt;diamonds.  (i still don't have any...but i like looking at them!)&lt;br /&gt;getting a new outfit.&lt;br /&gt;BIG PURSES!&lt;br /&gt;pedicures &amp;amp; manicures.&lt;br /&gt;getting my feelings off my chest, and not feeling guilty for it!&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of the sun on my skin....mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;bathing suits.&lt;br /&gt;brownies!&lt;br /&gt;caramel.&lt;br /&gt;love so wonderful it physically makes you hurt :]]&lt;br /&gt;long conversations on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;a good cry.&lt;br /&gt;friends that are there, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;andddd so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are some of your favorite things??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4829882613304035807?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4829882613304035807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4829882613304035807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4829882613304035807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4829882613304035807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='||these are a few of my favorite things||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-10024012755478214</id><published>2009-05-28T09:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:29:59.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||graduations||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was richard's graduation party saturday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kW1UqXYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_s4NudUGjz4/s1600-h/may+flowers+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886920285805954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kW1UqXYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_s4NudUGjz4/s200/may+flowers+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats him and his 'friend' haha. she bought him in iphone as a graduation present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am jealous, to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6eI0cRaFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tkKQHTp9OYw/s1600-h/may+flowers+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880082461354066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6eI0cRaFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tkKQHTp9OYw/s200/may+flowers+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6eJIr2PRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Lr3_KtfItcE/s1600-h/may+flowers+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880087895391506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6eJIr2PRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Lr3_KtfItcE/s200/may+flowers+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6q2pXupmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/el4d0K9xNH8/s1600-h/may+flowers+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340894063903024738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6q2pXupmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/el4d0K9xNH8/s200/may+flowers+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6qtLTWxTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QLNw77Png9Q/s1600-h/may+flowers+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340893901212796210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6qtLTWxTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QLNw77Png9Q/s200/may+flowers+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6eIqw28EI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nbfYk1ev4Gw/s1600-h/may+flowers+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880079863345218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6eIqw28EI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nbfYk1ev4Gw/s200/may+flowers+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids were playing upstairs with josie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tony and pj were wrestling and tony got his lip busted! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pj is probably the cutests lil kid i have ever met and i just want to take him home with me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's got an ego tho...he knows he's hot stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kV08S5JI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nitX2_0elwM/s1600-h/may+flowers+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886903003735186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kV08S5JI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nitX2_0elwM/s200/may+flowers+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cousin, sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kXMWa9SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SBH0Icj8NSg/s1600-h/may+flowers+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886926467200290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kXMWa9SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SBH0Icj8NSg/s200/may+flowers+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6k-khxVNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/T6isjjXlT1c/s1600-h/may+flowers+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887602972153042" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6k-khxVNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/T6isjjXlT1c/s200/may+flowers+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cousins, gabi &amp;amp; aser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kWEdgEYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Xg5itxEQBP8/s1600-h/may+flowers+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886907169542530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kWEdgEYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Xg5itxEQBP8/s200/may+flowers+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hannnuuuhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6k-4oRRZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NsSMsQey1Sk/s1600-h/may+flowers+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887608368121234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6k-4oRRZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NsSMsQey1Sk/s200/may+flowers+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hannah, my dad, and meeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6lABx19oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/V7SH1edocm8/s1600-h/may+flowers+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887628004062850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6lABx19oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/V7SH1edocm8/s200/may+flowers+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6mK6ywCNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TtLndNrkE3k/s1600-h/may+flowers+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888914619009234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6mK6ywCNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TtLndNrkE3k/s200/may+flowers+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6k_JXgZOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FwHA74MeSq8/s1600-h/may+flowers+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887612861211874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6k_JXgZOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FwHA74MeSq8/s200/may+flowers+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANDDDD, of course, we got into a dance party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what do you expect??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're the andersons, we're mexican, it always happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its inevitable. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to &lt;a href="http://thevillalpandos.blogspot.com/"&gt;jessica's husband, john's&lt;/a&gt; graduation....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only got one picture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6s-OnZEpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KuD38OFhUAQ/s1600-h/may+flowers+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340896393183171218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6s-OnZEpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KuD38OFhUAQ/s200/may+flowers+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crawfish was spicy!&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-10024012755478214?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/10024012755478214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=10024012755478214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/10024012755478214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/10024012755478214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduations.html' title='||graduations||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sh6kW1UqXYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_s4NudUGjz4/s72-c/may+flowers+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-7778134342161421864</id><published>2009-05-07T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:45:52.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||psalm 27||</title><content type='html'>The Lord is my light and my salvation—    &lt;br /&gt;so why should I be afraid?  &lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my fortress, protecting me from danger,     &lt;br /&gt;so why should I tremble?&lt;br /&gt;When evil people come to devour me,     &lt;br /&gt;when my enemies and foes attack me,     &lt;br /&gt;they will stumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;Though a mighty army surrounds me,     &lt;br /&gt;my heart will not be afraid.   Even if I am attacked,     &lt;br /&gt;I will remain confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I ask of the Lord—     &lt;br /&gt;the thing I seek most—  &lt;br /&gt;is to live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;delighting in the Lord’s perfections&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and meditating in his Temple.&lt;br /&gt;For he will conceal me there when troubles come;     &lt;br /&gt;he will hide me in his sanctuary.     &lt;br /&gt;He will place me out of reach on a high rock.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will hold my head high     &lt;br /&gt;above my enemies who surround me.  &lt;br /&gt;At his sanctuary I will offer sacrifices with shouts of joy,    &lt;br /&gt;singing and praising the Lord with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me as I pray, O Lord.     &lt;br /&gt;Be merciful and answer me!&lt;br /&gt;My heart has heard you say, “Come and talk with me.”     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my heart responds, “Lord, I am coming.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not turn your back on me.     &lt;br /&gt;Do not reject your servant in anger.     &lt;br /&gt;You have always been my helper.  &lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me now; don’t abandon me,     &lt;br /&gt;O God of my salvation!&lt;br /&gt;Even if my father and mother abandon me,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Lord will hold me close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teach me how to &lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt;, O Lord.&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; Lead me along the right path,     &lt;br /&gt;for my enemies are waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Do not let me fall into their hands.     &lt;br /&gt;For they accuse me of things I’ve never done;     &lt;br /&gt;with every breath they threaten me with violence.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am confident I will see the Lord’s goodness     &lt;br /&gt;while I am here in the land of the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait patiently for the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Be brave and courageous.     &lt;br /&gt;Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-7778134342161421864?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/7778134342161421864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=7778134342161421864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/7778134342161421864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/7778134342161421864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/05/psalm-27.html' title='||psalm 27||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3753274877138540611</id><published>2009-04-30T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:37:57.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blog make-over!</title><content type='html'>Go to &lt;a href="http://fabulouskcreativeblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-giveaway-time.html#comment-form"&gt;Fabulous K's &lt;/a&gt;website to get a blog make-over!&lt;br /&gt;She did &lt;a href="http://thevillalpandos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica's&lt;/a&gt; blog and its absolutely adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-3753274877138540611?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3753274877138540611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3753274877138540611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3753274877138540611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3753274877138540611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-make-over.html' title='blog make-over!'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2869936237734155442</id><published>2009-04-30T10:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:10:38.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||lots of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I got a kitty cat!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;I named her Chloe -- she's so precious, but she's definitely a bundle of energy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's still in the "i want to pounce everything that moves" stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get her nails trimmed, I have claw marks all over my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got her from a lady off of craigslist and she told me "oh she's litter trained AND she doesn't have fleas" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, she lied to me. about both! chloe was INFESTED with fleas. it was possibly the most disgusting thing. I had to sit there and literally comb them all out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankfully, they seem to be gone, and i treated the carpet with borax and they don't seem to have come back! lets pray it STAYS that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD8pWHfYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pnHUi71TdeY/s1600-h/san+antonio+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507080627879298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD8pWHfYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pnHUi71TdeY/s200/san+antonio+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD8kbOfGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XaoEgPPpco4/s1600-h/san+antonio+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507079307132002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD8kbOfGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XaoEgPPpco4/s200/san+antonio+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents got a kitty cat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week after I got Chloe (who was 7 weeks when I got her), my parents got a &lt;em&gt;4 week old &lt;/em&gt;kitty! They originally thought it was a boy, so they named her Josiah...and when they realized it was a girl, they changed it to Josie! She's very young, and she cries a lot, and she's NOT potty trained and they were having to bottle feed her for a while, but she's super adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD9Q0xNXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UrsfkypeEW0/s1600-h/formal+%26+grandma%27s+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507091225425266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD9Q0xNXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UrsfkypeEW0/s200/formal+%26+grandma%27s+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her eyes are still blue-blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got Toms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My amazing boyfriend bought me some Toms (he got the grey version of mine). I love them, they're so comfortable ! The best part about Toms, is that for every pair of shoes YOU buy, Toms sends a pair to a child in need! Two for one, its incredible. They are canvas/vegan as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD9A45gHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5PsHNr0PV5Q/s1600-h/formal+%26+grandma%27s+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507086947778674" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD9A45gHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5PsHNr0PV5Q/s200/formal+%26+grandma%27s+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hannah's are gold, mine are red -- yayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got flowers!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go Administrative Assistants! To celebrate administrative Assistants week, the staff took us out to Rio Ranch -- oh my goodness, the breakfast buffet is A-MA-ZING! I ate like a little pig, and enjoyed every second of it. Rae gave me some beautiful roses and a fun balloon! It's nice to be appreciated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnER0ioqzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nGarvStFkC4/s1600-h/admin+appreciation+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507444410428210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnER0ioqzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nGarvStFkC4/s200/admin+appreciation+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD8yNq0bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ztDrCx4h_N8/s1600-h/formal+%26+grandma%27s+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507083008364978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD8yNq0bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ztDrCx4h_N8/s200/formal+%26+grandma%27s+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnESNTh2uI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KTvOpKD2sM0/s1600-h/admin+appreciation+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507451057953506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnESNTh2uI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KTvOpKD2sM0/s200/admin+appreciation+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Ed suite girls (minus Christen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnESGFvWFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-7YUot8XdCg/s1600-h/admin+appreciation+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507449121069138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnESGFvWFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-7YUot8XdCg/s200/admin+appreciation+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my boss, Cindy Ann Pitts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnERnDYByI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7AXxNQag8js/s1600-h/admin+appreciation+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507440789653282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnERnDYByI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7AXxNQag8js/s200/admin+appreciation+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jess and her display of yummy food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My little brother got to go to "prom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Since he's homeschooled, they call it a "gala" but its basically the same thing. You dress up, go to some place, eat food, dance, have fun. They should've had an after"prom" just for fun!! This is his girlfriend, Taylor -- she's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnERc6JiqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9JsbAmENL7I/s1600-h/formal+%26+grandma%27s+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330507438066600610" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnERc6JiqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9JsbAmENL7I/s200/formal+%26+grandma%27s+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lastly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got in a wreck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh. yes, i know its only been 3 and 1/2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining REALLY hard and i was in san antonio and i was very confused and i thought i was turning, and i then i realized i wasn't, and so i thought i was in the turn/straight lane so i was like "ill just go straight" and then halfway through tony yells "mia, its a turn only!" and BAM! the guy NEXT to me was in the turn/straight lane and i was in the turn only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he hit me, it was pouring rain when we exchanged infromation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was very upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my door has to be replaced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cry everytime i see my car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto happier things...&lt;br /&gt;well. i can't tell you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll find out soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-2869936237734155442?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2869936237734155442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2869936237734155442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2869936237734155442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2869936237734155442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/04/lots-of-things.html' title='||lots of things'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SfnD8pWHfYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pnHUi71TdeY/s72-c/san+antonio+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-7288121921772339828</id><published>2009-04-13T08:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:29:16.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||easters||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SeM5QCYPynI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-AHrq5is8f4/s1600-h/easter+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324162132161317490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SeM5QCYPynI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-AHrq5is8f4/s200/easter+2009+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SeM5Pyqf_LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rKyFPRIfzZE/s1600-h/easter+2009+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324162127942909106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SeM5Pyqf_LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rKyFPRIfzZE/s200/easter+2009+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SeM5PpF8a4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/xFxbhmEFrmI/s1600-h/easter+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324162125373664130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SeM5PpF8a4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/xFxbhmEFrmI/s200/easter+2009+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bella &amp;amp; alyssa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SeM49JsZG2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/e_L7vgIYqkY/s1600-h/easter+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324161807707347810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SeM49JsZG2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/e_L7vgIYqkY/s200/easter+2009+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimi and the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy easters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love easter...so much time with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my favorite part is when we have our huge easter egg hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and, i actually came [--] this close to NOT doing it yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks, mimi, for talking me into it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my rear is so sore from bending down, i'm so out of shape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ALL the cousins...yes, all...line up at the door at our grandma's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and we all RUSH outside to gather up as many egg's as we possibly can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after we have exhausted the resources, we begin a rowdy game of smashing eggs filled with confetti on each others heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my camera died before i could get pictures :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on a sad side note, my mom hardly said two words to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there is a still a huge rift between us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its really sad, and really painful because we were making so much progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm not going to end on that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, alyssa (in the pictures above) is 5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and she is a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she kept peeking outside to see where my aunts were hiding the eggs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and&lt;a href="http://delightfulsurprises.blogspot.com/"&gt; mimi &lt;/a&gt;started teasing her and saying "oh, no, you're not going to be able to get eggs anymore, because you cheated!"&lt;br /&gt;and alyssa started getting really upset and really defensive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so then mimi's mom, my tia lupita, came in and said "well, maybe YOU'RE the one cheating mimi!"&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, you could literally see the light bulb go off in alyssa's head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;her mouth dropped SO FAR DOWN and she says&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, i didn't cheat! see? you're the one that cheated!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahhahaha she jumped onto that so quick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kids say the darndest things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 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It begins the moment we choose to follow him.  It is no less than to pass from &lt;em&gt;existence&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;" (quotations mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The present moment is where the past and the future collide, and within a moment there is monumental potential.  Thats the mystery of a moment.  It's small enough to ignore and big enough to change your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The prostitute Rahab, in one defining moment, through one life-altering decision, began a journey that brought her everything she had lost and more than she could ever have imagined.  At our worst, good is only one decision away."  (that, quite frankly, blew me away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is only the first chapter!  I know, good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;The second chapter is on initiative. &lt;br /&gt;Here is where I am struggling. &lt;br /&gt;I referred to choices and decisions I am going to have to make in some earlier posts...&lt;br /&gt;and throughout the past couple of weeks,&lt;br /&gt;they've just been very present and foremost in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Well, while reading all of this, of course I'm thinking about these decisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then comes the part about...we, as humans, can do nothing to thwart God's sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;Right.  I agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever decisions we make....can do nothing to mess up God's will.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and now I'm just thinking "out loud" here.&lt;br /&gt;So does that mean everything is predestined???&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I fully believe God gave us free will.&lt;br /&gt;But, if God knew we were ultimately going to follow Him...and THAT was his sovereign plan...and nothing can mess up his sovereignty...did we ultimately even have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bigger plan aside, what about the smaller plans....&lt;br /&gt;If we're following God, and if we're in line with God's will...&lt;br /&gt;everything we do will coordinate with that, right?&lt;br /&gt;McManus quite bodly even states,&lt;br /&gt;"To put it crassly, when you are madly in love with God, you can do whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;That one stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;Where does our human nature come into play at this point?&lt;br /&gt;What about our sin?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when we're madly in love with God, our desires become HIS desires...&lt;br /&gt;but we're not perfect. &lt;br /&gt;Surely, there is going to be imperfect desire, and to act upon that desire would be sin,&lt;br /&gt;and so....is that sin part of God's plan????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lfkjagjl;gjkl'agjalgjka;gjka.&lt;br /&gt;yes, ^ thats my opinion on things.&lt;br /&gt;and growing up in an extremely conservative household,&lt;br /&gt;making choices that are out of the ordinary and could possibly ruin God's plan for my life&lt;br /&gt;is WRONG.WRONG.WRONG. and all my upbring is SCREAMING at me,&lt;br /&gt;to play it safe, don't go somewhere where you can get burned!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then the next paragraph that gets to me is this one&lt;br /&gt;"Those men and women whose lives you admire, who somehow seem to live life to the fullest, would probably be the first to tell you they are no different from you and me.  It's not about talen or giftedness or intelligence; its about &lt;em&gt;moving out of passivity into activity&lt;/em&gt;."  (again, emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;earlier, he stated it much more succinctly,&lt;br /&gt;"just do something" and "take initative"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....i'm going to bed last night...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking about all of this and i'm feeling so...&lt;br /&gt;scrambled!!!&lt;br /&gt;choices.choices.choices.choices!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, just do something.&lt;br /&gt;its that simple.&lt;br /&gt;i want the heart of God, and I am seekin God's character...&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is move.&lt;br /&gt;easy enough, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i wake up this morning,&lt;br /&gt;i shower,&lt;br /&gt;i pray..."God...help me make sense of all of this!"&lt;br /&gt;and God...&lt;br /&gt;being a humorous God... :)&lt;br /&gt;well, He gives me THIS in our morning devotional...&lt;br /&gt;first line...BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"waiting quielty is not what most of us do best.  we prefer to be activitsts...."&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???????????? GOD! this is not making things clearer!!&lt;br /&gt;so, i read on, and you know,&lt;br /&gt;its talking about don't take the easier path (believe me, 'just doing something' wouldnt be),&lt;br /&gt;decisions are rarely instantaneous,&lt;br /&gt;its against our nature to wait, and....&lt;br /&gt;we must let Him take the initiative by preparing the way before us."&lt;br /&gt;(ok, remember mcmanus is saying...take initiative...my devo is saying let God take initiative...can you understand why i'm getting conflicting messages here??)&lt;br /&gt;the quote of the day says&lt;br /&gt;"simply wait upon Him.  In doing so, we shall  be directed, supplied, protected, corrected, and rewarded." - vance havner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok God.&lt;br /&gt;what in the world are you telling me?&lt;br /&gt;so...here is the deal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop the chaos!&lt;br /&gt;i truly desire the Lord's will in my life.  I desire the passion of a life that is lived for Him.&lt;br /&gt;and so I am cutting the world out.&lt;br /&gt;for a week, I am not goin to watch any tv shows (other than the news),&lt;br /&gt;or listen to any secular music (goodbye rihanna!),&lt;br /&gt;or even read any books (other than school).&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to pour myself into His word....&lt;br /&gt;immerse myself in worship music.&lt;br /&gt;and get peace.&lt;br /&gt;peace that surpasses all understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to ask me how i'm doing to keep me accountable.&lt;br /&gt;if i slip up, i'm going to start the week over.&lt;br /&gt;i just want God.&lt;br /&gt;thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-8411934002585512767?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1194056013654975856</id><published>2009-03-25T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:41:04.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||so happy together||</title><content type='html'>tony is coming in this weekend :D&lt;br /&gt;howeverrrrr i'm going to be pretty darn high the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting all four wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really nervous,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so glad i'm finally getting them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1194056013654975856?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1194056013654975856/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2185983125356317876</id><published>2009-03-20T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:31:24.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||hurt||</title><content type='html'>i just found out yesterday that my family has been saying some pretty mean things about me.&lt;br /&gt;when i heard it...the first words out of my mouth were 'i dont care'. &lt;br /&gt;and then i burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that my family thinks that poorly of me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i have such a people pleasing complex.&lt;br /&gt;i hate for people to be dissatisfied, or unhappy with me,&lt;br /&gt;and heaven forbid they disapprove.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;ever since i was a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was for people to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after crying for about an hour....&lt;br /&gt;i just laid on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;i started praying&lt;br /&gt;and i realized...&lt;br /&gt;God knows my heart.&lt;br /&gt;He knows what i have and i have not done.&lt;br /&gt;i realized, that there is no need for me to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;because i am already justified by jesus christ.&lt;br /&gt;there is no way i can ever prove to these women that my actions are pure,&lt;br /&gt;because if there are looking for a reason to gossip, they will.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is try to live beyond reproach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just realized...&lt;br /&gt;can i handle it?&lt;br /&gt;if i choose to make a life decision that may seem wrong to everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;can i handle the disapproval that i know my entire family is going to throw at me?&lt;br /&gt;but why does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;it shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;but why does it.&lt;br /&gt;they're not living my life,&lt;br /&gt;they're not going to regret my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want peace that surpasses all understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-2185983125356317876?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2185983125356317876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2185983125356317876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2185983125356317876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2185983125356317876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurt.html' title='||hurt||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5334833739734216224</id><published>2009-03-19T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:33:02.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||ramblings||</title><content type='html'>i like to be in control.&lt;br /&gt;i want to know that what is supposed to be in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;will be in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;when i don't know what is going on,&lt;br /&gt;i feel blind. and scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making decisions that involve risk, the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;and possibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disaproval&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;scare me witless.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired of being here.&lt;br /&gt;in a place where, even though i know what is going on,&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i have to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy adventure,&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy exploring new territories.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be what God has called me to be.&lt;br /&gt;but that means letting go.  that means not being in control.&lt;br /&gt;that means letting God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of who actually read this...&lt;br /&gt;please be praying that God will open doors where they are supposed to be open,&lt;br /&gt;and shut them where they are not.&lt;br /&gt;and most of all...please pray that i will have wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;my dad sent out an email to my mom telling her about his trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;costa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he is loving every second of it!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, they were able to go minister to some people out in the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;who have just been through a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;devasting&lt;/span&gt; earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;he said he couldn't believe that in the midst of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;every single person had a smile on their face.&lt;br /&gt;it really made an impact on him.&lt;br /&gt;he loved it up there, and he hopes to have an opportunity to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my parents are missing each other.&lt;br /&gt;neither of them could sleep through the night!&lt;br /&gt;its so cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4171097522915295283</id><published>2009-03-17T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:44:33.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||gifts &amp; haircut||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tony got back from spring break in new york&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we exchanged gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made him this sweet pirate chest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i don't have pictures of. &lt;br /&gt;i painted the top red, and put a pirate flag on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i burned some gold paper and made a 'treasure map'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'6 kisses for everyday you were gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;200 pennies for everytime i missed you...x5,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the best treasure of all, my heart'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i put 6 chocolate kisses in the chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spray painted 200 pennies gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i painted a black heart with gold 'stitching'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wrote 'forever yours'.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take pictures next time i'm in SA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a huge martini glass from the M&amp;amp;M store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also...this shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-me9o8ydI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uCShebJ9a14/s1600-h/100_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149136193079762" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-me9o8ydI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uCShebJ9a14/s200/100_0477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-meMpOMiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S2mvj5lprsM/s1600-h/100_0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149123040883234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-meMpOMiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S2mvj5lprsM/s200/100_0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you babes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he came over sunday morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we went grocery shoppping together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i made a hugggggeeee breakfast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-mp5KRFII/AAAAAAAAAEs/_--p-Tr-aGM/s1600-h/100_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149323969205378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-mp5KRFII/AAAAAAAAAEs/_--p-Tr-aGM/s200/100_0460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pancakes, bacon, cinnamon, huevos rancheros, tortillas, and gingerale with pom mango juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-mf2ifxXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9-jIXqtKZvg/s1600-h/100_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149151466833266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-mf2ifxXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9-jIXqtKZvg/s200/100_0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new haircut!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-mgAOY_7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6Y1-sJCgU5Y/s1600-h/100_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149154066857906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-mgAOY_7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6Y1-sJCgU5Y/s200/100_0455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-mfbDXT2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LboyowkjYKY/s1600-h/100_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149144088498018" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/Sb-mfbDXT2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LboyowkjYKY/s200/100_0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  i'm not sure if i like it.  i do and i don't.  its definitely different!  i realized though it was probably  not the smartest time to get that style because summer is coming and i have no way to pin my bangs up!  ahhh!  but they'll grow out pretty quickly, im sure.  i don't know that i'd ever get them done this way again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4171097522915295283?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4171097522915295283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1546198126090545200</id><published>2009-03-16T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:11:34.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||hallelujah||</title><content type='html'>my mouth is on the road to recovery.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;thank you sweet jesus.&lt;br /&gt;i've never been more thankful in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and i still love eating....&lt;br /&gt;i value it so much more now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not being facetious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad left saturday morning for costa rica!&lt;br /&gt;its his first mission trip! &lt;br /&gt;its actually a rookie trip with our church.&lt;br /&gt;he was SO excited, this is his first 'real' mission trip,&lt;br /&gt;and he has always had such a huge heart to minister to spanish speaking countries.&lt;br /&gt;richard is also gone,&lt;br /&gt;to Arizona with Chris.&lt;br /&gt;They're doing a youth conference over there and&lt;br /&gt;Richard is helping lead worship :)&lt;br /&gt;so most of the men at my mom's house are GONE!&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo monday is here.&lt;br /&gt;and school begins again.&lt;br /&gt;yayy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1546198126090545200?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1546198126090545200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=1546198126090545200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1546198126090545200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the flu this past weekend...&lt;br /&gt;and sunday, at the peak of my fever &amp;amp; pain etc,&lt;br /&gt;i noticed my gums were swelling.&lt;br /&gt;by sunday night,they were bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;monday morning,extremely RED, swollen, and bleeding and i couldn't even talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dentist told me i have ANUG.&lt;br /&gt;Acute necrotizing ulcerative gingivitis.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise known as trench mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'return" href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/MEDLINEPLUS/ency/article/001044.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.nlm.nih.gov/MEDLINEPLUS/ency/article/001044.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;the dentist asked me if i've been working a lot of hours,&lt;br /&gt;and i told him i work full time, go to school part time.&lt;br /&gt;he said...'that makes sense.'&lt;br /&gt;basically,the reason i got this (and the flu)&lt;br /&gt;is because my body is so worn out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the site above says:&lt;br /&gt;emotional stress&lt;br /&gt;poor nutrition&lt;br /&gt;throat, tooth, and mouth infections (the flu &amp;amp; my wisdom teeth).&lt;br /&gt;among other things, which were not factors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A SCRUB!&lt;br /&gt;I BRUSH MY TEETH, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;i guess just the culmination of everything aggravated this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant eat anything but soup.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even talk right.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've cried a hundred times today.&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleeping most of the day&lt;br /&gt;but when im not sleeping i have constant annoying pain.&lt;br /&gt;and most of you know that i dont have a high pain tolerance&lt;br /&gt;but even this....this ORAL RAWNESS THESE ULCERS THE BURNING SENSITIVITY.&lt;br /&gt;im not exaggerating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to go to work today...but my mouth wouldnt stop bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;and my body is just still so physically exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please be praying for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-8131626911665283974?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/8131626911665283974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=8131626911665283974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8131626911665283974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8131626911665283974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/03/trench-mouth.html' title='||i am not a scrub||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-88652819465601369</id><published>2009-02-24T10:05:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:11:52.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>||mia got a kia||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sorry I haven't blogged as much as I would like...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have internet at home, and work has been extremely busy as of late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe not busy...but my name has been yelled out from an office, a LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got a new car!&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought my old car in September of 07 for $1500.&lt;br /&gt;She was Ol' Faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good first car. Old, but it got me from point a to point b!&lt;br /&gt;In November, on the way home from watching Tony's family in the Nutcracker,&lt;br /&gt;I was driving behind a truck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who suddenly swerved into the next lane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i could see was a stalled car in the middle of the road, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all i had time to do was slam on my brakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hit the car, but not very hard, I bumped it more than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two seconds later, me and my sister Sophia were thrown forward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and heard the crunch of metal hitting metal, when the person behind me slammed into my car.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully and amazingly, my car made it out ok,&lt;br /&gt;all of the damage being hidden underneath the car.&lt;br /&gt;The next month, someone backed into the side of my car while I was at Tony's mom's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They left no insurance information, nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...it took a really big hit on my pride to have to drive a rotten looking piece of junk around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I kept having to literally shove it down,&lt;br /&gt;and STOP myself when I started saying or thinking something about it.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard, and I'm not goin to lie, I didn't always succeed.&lt;br /&gt;The auto adjuster told me my car was totaled, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the damages way exceeded the cost of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Ol' Faithful: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljpOOCTI/AAAAAAAAADc/_VQWv1Pi29Q/s1600-h/100_1360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407555240429874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljpOOCTI/AAAAAAAAADc/_VQWv1Pi29Q/s200/100_1360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljeVAQUI/AAAAAAAAADM/yHkyxPfFFJU/s1600-h/100_1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407552316096834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljeVAQUI/AAAAAAAAADM/yHkyxPfFFJU/s200/100_1357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljbnfkJI/AAAAAAAAADU/gfQg-1FhwYU/s1600-h/100_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407551588339858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljbnfkJI/AAAAAAAAADU/gfQg-1FhwYU/s200/100_1359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljAO081I/AAAAAAAAADE/luA8c9rxF9U/s1600-h/100_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407544237126482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljAO081I/AAAAAAAAADE/luA8c9rxF9U/s200/100_1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (yes you read that right --almost 230,00 miles!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that I had needed a new car, and I had wanted a new car for forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't comfortable driving that car long distances anymore,&lt;br /&gt;and I just felt unsafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how in the world was I going to be able to get a new car?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I kept praying about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting about $2100 in medical bills from the first accident in November,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after they said my car was totaled, they said they would pay me what the car was worth --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minus:&lt;br /&gt;the poor condition of the front tires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second accident damage&lt;br /&gt;the 'bubble' in my roof&lt;br /&gt;my windshield crack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;And if I wanted to KEEP my car, they would deduct that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked up my car value on Kelly Blue Book -- $700.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was freaking out, I was going to get what? $5 for my car?&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God remains the God of miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They called and offered me $890, WITH keeping my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome! Of course I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;So, at this point, I have about $3000 for a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier in the year, Christen had told me about this thing called the Clean Air Act.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, if you're car is older than 10 years and/or has failed an emissions test,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the state of Texas will give you $3,000 to get your car off the road!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I applied for this -- and I got accepted!&lt;br /&gt;I received all of my car/insurance/Clean Air act money within the same week -- $6000!&lt;br /&gt;God still gives more than we can ask, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My income taxes allowed me an extra $1,000 to put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRAISE GOD! $7000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all we need is to find me someone who will sell me a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;easy enough, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking for used cars, I couldn't find anything that would work with the Clean Air Act...&lt;br /&gt;I went to several dealerships, and I told them what I wanted to pay monthly....they practically laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt discouraged. I had the money to put down, but a very limited budget, NO CREDIT, and no one who could sign for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been updating the Education ministry on the status of my car finding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Chad O. mentioned that he had a friend who owned Clear Lake Honda and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was willing to put in a call for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure! I told him, but I figured it would be a dead end as well&lt;br /&gt;-- why would he say anything different from anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;....faith. I definitely learned a lesson about faith.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tyrell, the owner, called me quickly after Chad had called him and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he really encouraged me and said that he would be willing to work with my circumstances!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited now, and I'm trying to not get TOO excited,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm not going to lie...I was super hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He set me up with his guys for that Saturday, February 14, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to meet with them, and get my paper work started.&lt;br /&gt;My Tony ended up surprising me that weekend by coming home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so I was very thankful he came along for the ride, cause i definitely didnt want to alone!&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome from the get-go.&lt;br /&gt;We met with Dr. Will, our salesman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who immediately asked if he could PRAY with us!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so blessed by that, knowing that I had a true man of faith working with me.&lt;br /&gt;The people at the dealership explained to me that we were backing into this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to figure HOW much I could afford, and what cars met my budget.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't want to show me cars, get my hopes up, and then tell me I couldn't afford it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, since I was a first time buyer, with no credit,&lt;br /&gt;the banks that were willing to finance me were closed on the weekends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they would be closed the following Monday too, since it was President's day.&lt;br /&gt;More waiting! &lt;strong&gt;Hopes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dr. Will then leaned over and said "I often find with Christians, it never works out the first time. God's got to let us go through a little bit of trouble, so we can learn to have faith."&lt;br /&gt;He was such an encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept praying, and hoping, and praying and hoping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally...I received a call on Tuesday from the finance manager...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I be willing to come in tomorrow and meet with a credit union who will finace me?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I will be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, wednesday morning, shaking and excited and scared, I headed out to Clear Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Reggie, the finance manager, who actually TOOK time out of his DAY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ride with me to meet these credit unions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was very positive about the first one, and thought that if I could get financed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these would be the people to do it!&lt;br /&gt;Not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're 'evalution' of me got rejected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to cry. I almost did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reggie smiled and said "Not to worry. I got a back up plan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he dialed some numbers and got an appoint for noon at the next credit union!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That gave us about an hour to kill, so he offered to take me out to lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kind of awkward, at first, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he started talking about his beautiful baby daughter, and his wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his job, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He eventually started sharing his testimony with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and said...&lt;br /&gt;"If there is anything I can tell you, its that if its God's will, he will provide.&lt;br /&gt;He will set everything into place." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so needed to hear that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just with the car, but with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling so much with where I should go, what I should do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God will set it into place.&lt;br /&gt;So, God KNEW i was going to get rejected from that first union, just so I could have lunch and hear those words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you God, that your ways are NOT my ways!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the second credit union,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she hardly gave it a second thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'wow, you're financing more than half the car! ok, you don't have credit, but thats ok, its better than bad credit...ok! we can do this!"&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did she just say we can do this?&lt;br /&gt;as in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's going to finance me?&lt;br /&gt;as in...i'm getting a new car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you God! thank you Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sat there shocked. stunned. shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just got financed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than that...my payments are EXACTLY where I needed them to be. Literally. &lt;br /&gt;Not one penny, not one DOLLAR over.&lt;br /&gt;the EXACT amount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$150.  Who has ever even heard of a car payment that small?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my interest rate is 8.5%&lt;br /&gt;That's amazing for a FIRST TIME buyer!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was told that normal intereste rate for a first time buyer with no credit or cosigner is anywhere from 18%- 21%.&lt;br /&gt;Chris also pointed out that 8 is the number of new beginnings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is the new beginnign of my credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I left with my brand new car [my brand new car, i can't get over it],&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Will came out and prayed with me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He prayed over my car, blessed it, asked for protection and prayed that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone who entered it would have a stronger relationship with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This entire situation has had God's fingerprints all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He knew i needed to wait to be at Honda Clear Lake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knew that I was going to get in those accidents so I could have those finances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knew the men who I was going to come into contact with, who would bless me and pour into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knew my needs, and he supplied and fufilled over and abundantly what I asked and needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my new car!&lt;br /&gt;(I haven't named her yet haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQmcAYHk4I/AAAAAAAAADs/bUVUMto_kAo/s1600-h/100_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306408523528639362" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQmcBq2rjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C-OFhYS53oQ/s200/100_1370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-88652819465601369?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/88652819465601369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=88652819465601369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/88652819465601369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/88652819465601369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/02/mia-got-kia.html' title='||mia got a kia||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SaQljpOOCTI/AAAAAAAAADc/_VQWv1Pi29Q/s72-c/100_1360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1019723185429558658</id><published>2009-02-10T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:51:32.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am outside...&lt;br /&gt;and I've been waiting for the sun&lt;br /&gt;and with my &lt;big&gt;wide eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;I've seen worlds that don't belong&lt;br /&gt;my mouth is dry&lt;br /&gt;with words I cannot verbalize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tell me why we live like this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep me safe inside&lt;br /&gt;your arms like towers&lt;br /&gt;tower over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we are &lt;big&gt;broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;what must we do to restore&lt;br /&gt;our &lt;b&gt;innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and oh the promise we adored&lt;br /&gt;give us life again&lt;br /&gt;cause&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;be whole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lock the doors&lt;br /&gt;cause I'd like to capture &lt;b&gt;this voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that came to me tonight&lt;br /&gt;so everyone will have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;and under red lights&lt;br /&gt;i'll show myself it wasn't forged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we're at war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;we live like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take the &lt;b&gt;truth&lt;/b&gt; at any cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we are broken&lt;br /&gt;what must we do to restoreour innocence&lt;br /&gt;and oh the promise we adored&lt;br /&gt;give us &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cause we just wanna be whole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[paramore]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1019723185429558658?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1019723185429558658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=1019723185429558658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1019723185429558658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1019723185429558658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2182526438928285952</id><published>2009-01-22T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:19:12.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>||amen &amp; amen||</title><content type='html'>God has been doing amazing...incredible...wonderful things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;After about a year and a half of being in the 'desert',&lt;br /&gt;and having many, many moments of being driven to desperation,&lt;br /&gt;I have finally reached a point of peace in my relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Teen Mania,&lt;br /&gt;I was so caught up in the pain of leaving behind&lt;br /&gt;so many friends....&lt;br /&gt;i loved these people, they were as close as family...&lt;br /&gt;so dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I had experienced a lot of frustration at TM,&lt;br /&gt;and I think I subconsciously directed a lot of this towards God.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back home...&lt;br /&gt;was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lost.&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with God was strained,&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely...and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my parents was less than satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short,&lt;br /&gt;the past year and a half, has been extremely difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I have fought with my parents, fought with God,&lt;br /&gt;moved in and out of houses three or four times.&lt;br /&gt;I had no stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, Amy and I got an apartment together...&lt;br /&gt;and it was pure hell for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;We fought about the stupidest things,&lt;br /&gt;and we even went an entire month without talking at one point.&lt;br /&gt;It was awful.&lt;br /&gt;I know we both regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;No one was at peace,&lt;br /&gt;especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas break,&lt;br /&gt;me and amy got into it BIG time...&lt;br /&gt;and I left so ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Chad Overton asked me how I liked living with a roommate...&lt;br /&gt;I started complaining and saying how it was awful and he stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;"I would really encourage you to show love to her.  Go out of your way to show love, to serve her.  Next time she asks you to do something, say ok...and do it with excellence and a cheerful heart"&lt;br /&gt;So I heard him....but I was like "yeah. ok"  and went on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, God really convicted me...and I just keep hearing Chad's words in my head&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I asked God to change my heart.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO I went and bought Amy a key-lime pie from Luby's (her fave)&lt;br /&gt;and I wrote her a note apologizing and offering her comprises that would work for us both.&lt;br /&gt;She called me crying, "Mia...I just love you so much and I just want the best for you!"&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, things have been much better.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the lines of communication have been opened&lt;br /&gt;and I have an awesome relationship with her once again.&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot from BOTH of us, and it was so hard,&lt;br /&gt;but it is SUCH a blessing to be able to look forward to coming home and&lt;br /&gt;being able to share that time at home with her.&lt;br /&gt;i love you amy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im tearing up....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. collect myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, admist all of this,&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of learning how to not only be in a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;but be in a long distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;side note: one thing i've noticed...when your relationship with God is doing poorly, you're much more apt to act less maturely.l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tony were fighting a lot...&lt;br /&gt;and mainly because I would start the argument over stupid petty inconsequential things.&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas break (again),&lt;br /&gt;We got into it to the point of questioning the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;At one point....I realized that I just needed to stop.&lt;br /&gt;just...stop.&lt;br /&gt;So, i didnt talk for a while....and then I apologized (which is very hard for me to do).&lt;br /&gt;Tony sat there for a minute....&lt;br /&gt;"Mia....I'm sorry that I've let it get to this point.  I'm sorry that it HAD to get to this point for me to realize that we're missing something in this relationship.  We've let God slip out of the center of our relationship...and the only way we're going to work is if He becomes the center again"&lt;br /&gt;I just started crying...I love this man so much!&lt;br /&gt;That night, he came over and we went to Panera Bread&lt;br /&gt;and started our devotional and prayed together.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, we have discussed our devotional and prayed together every night...&lt;br /&gt;going on three weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;tony has been so faithful to keep me accountable in this.&lt;br /&gt;our relationship has improved so much in those three weeks,&lt;br /&gt;its incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with spending time with the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;inevitably change comes along.&lt;br /&gt;God has been convicting my heart of my attitude towards my parents,&lt;br /&gt;and many times I should've have taken their advice, but I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my parents has even improved.&lt;br /&gt;There was brokeness there, so there has to be healing,&lt;br /&gt;but we are both trusting that God will bring that when it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you JESUS! You are more than worthy of all the Honor, all the Glory and all the Praise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-2182526438928285952?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2182526438928285952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2182526438928285952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2182526438928285952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2182526438928285952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/01/amen-amen.html' title='||amen &amp; amen||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-8179990562503907994</id><published>2009-01-15T14:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:48:20.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>||decisions||</title><content type='html'>I am about to finish my applications for school.&lt;br /&gt;I'll submit them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous!!&lt;br /&gt;I am applying to University of Texas in San Antonio and Sam Houston State University.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make the right decision about where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also just a huge, scary, leap of faith!&lt;br /&gt;I would be quitting my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(shhhhhhhh for those of you who work with me!&lt;br /&gt;please, keep everything under wraps for the moment!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going to live on a campus,&lt;br /&gt;and get a part time job....&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;thats really scary.&lt;br /&gt;i am fully independant,&lt;br /&gt;i provide completely for myself (through God's provisions),&lt;br /&gt;and i will be stepping away from my 'income',&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to have to rely on God for everything.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;that makes my stomach hurt thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate not being in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in a long time,&lt;br /&gt;i am in a stable position.&lt;br /&gt;i have a steady job,&lt;br /&gt;and i have an apartment i can truly call my own.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not worrying about where i am going to live in the next couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;that is such a great feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am ready to move on,&lt;br /&gt;i am ready to go to school full time&lt;br /&gt;and get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;and THAT'S exciting!&lt;br /&gt;i have SO enjoyed going to school these past few semesters.&lt;br /&gt;i have enjoyed the knowledge i've accumulated,&lt;br /&gt;the debates held in class,&lt;br /&gt;and the friend i've made.&lt;br /&gt;[side note: i have not enjoyed buying textbooks]&lt;br /&gt;and so...knowing that is going to be my life completely,&lt;br /&gt;makes me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;like my cousin said at christmas "college is a lifestyle"&lt;br /&gt;its so true!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm excited that i'm finally goin to be able to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but making that decision really does unnerve me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;if i go to utsa, i'll know people already...&lt;br /&gt;since i've been there several times to visit tony.&lt;br /&gt;if i go to sam, i wont...&lt;br /&gt;i know it wont be hard to make friends,&lt;br /&gt;but its still just another factor to add to the 'scary' part of it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if you're reading this, please just keep me in your prayers&lt;br /&gt;as i make the huge transition in my life.&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/2318491069755180221-8179990562503907994?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/8179990562503907994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=8179990562503907994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8179990562503907994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8179990562503907994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions.html' title='||decisions||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2189095657395883153</id><published>2008-12-15T11:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:56:12.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>picture tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the object of this Picture Tag is to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick the 4th picture in that folder.&lt;br /&gt;3. Explain the picture.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 4 people to do the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my 4th picture in my 4th folder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280075853626492546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SUaZA4qGRoI/AAAAAAAAACM/oKvAYCBmceA/s320/n513206072_348631_4578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my Honor Academy graduation -- this was my second year there, i was graduating from Ministry Team (traveling around doing the Acquire the Fire tour), and i was so happy to be free. we're all really excited, as you can see. from l to r: diana alex, bradley, me, and benjamin batdorff. Brad was the only one on my actual team (we were blue team, the other two in the picture were red team) -- he is an amazing guy and gave great hugs. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekisers.blogspot.com/"&gt; Becky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nancysmonablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1cor1558.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ameniamalive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kailee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag, you're it!&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/2318491069755180221-2189095657395883153?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2189095657395883153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2189095657395883153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2189095657395883153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2189095657395883153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-tag.html' title='picture tag!'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SUaZA4qGRoI/AAAAAAAAACM/oKvAYCBmceA/s72-c/n513206072_348631_4578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2584144912294396105</id><published>2008-12-09T08:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:48:15.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am just so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;all of my life, i have lived in this shadow&lt;br /&gt;of caring too much about what people think.&lt;br /&gt;it has become a part of who i am,&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, and i am tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;all of my life, people have told me&lt;br /&gt;'stop caring what people think'&lt;br /&gt;and so i try to stop, so those people will think more highly of me.&lt;br /&gt;ultimately,&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop because i have to find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired of basing my life on that.&lt;br /&gt;but where do i draw the line between&lt;br /&gt;caring too much and caring too little?&lt;br /&gt;i've been accused of being careless&lt;br /&gt;with her feelings, his feelings, their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;and im so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;i know im selfish.&lt;br /&gt;i know im selfish.&lt;br /&gt;i know im selfish.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel like those words have been thrown at me so much,&lt;br /&gt;i really just dont want to care about that, especially.&lt;br /&gt;of course im selfish...im a human freaking being.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying.&lt;br /&gt;with everything in me, i do not want to live selfishly.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like i have been run over&lt;br /&gt;and guilt tripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please hear me loud and clear:&lt;br /&gt;stop guilt tripping me.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt work in your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;you know when you see someone acting so stupidly?&lt;br /&gt;and you sit back and say "how can they not see....?"&lt;br /&gt;what if im that person?&lt;br /&gt;what if i cant see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, please, if i am that person,&lt;br /&gt;lord open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have desires.&lt;br /&gt;i have dreams&lt;br /&gt;and wishes&lt;br /&gt;and i want to live this life fully.&lt;br /&gt;i want to EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont see why that is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i know where right and wrong fall...&lt;br /&gt;and ultimately, if i choose wrong,&lt;br /&gt;then i am going to have to answer for that&lt;br /&gt;on whatever level that may be.&lt;br /&gt;and yes...&lt;br /&gt;i suppose, that is selfish in a way.&lt;br /&gt;but why am i selfish, when i dont give up my will, for someone else's&lt;br /&gt;when the other person is holding me back for their gain?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;im having a really hard time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-2584144912294396105?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-7163328705067556005</id><published>2008-11-21T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:15:05.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>||this weekend||</title><content type='html'>this weekend, i plan to:&lt;br /&gt;CLEAN my car&lt;br /&gt;clean my room &amp;amp; bathroom&lt;br /&gt;finish washing clothes&lt;br /&gt;fold &amp;amp; put away clean clothes&lt;br /&gt;buy hangers to hang clothes up with!&lt;br /&gt;write my immigration paper&lt;br /&gt;pick a psych topifc &amp;amp; begin writing paper&lt;br /&gt;do math homework &amp;amp; begin review sheet&lt;br /&gt;buy tires&lt;br /&gt;grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;buy face moisterizer&lt;br /&gt;buy a new belt [seriously my black belt is about to rip in two :( ]&lt;br /&gt;go watch the nutcracker&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPSLEEPSLEEP&lt;br /&gt;finish a million little pieces&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; finally, after all is completed....&lt;br /&gt;relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-7163328705067556005?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/7163328705067556005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=7163328705067556005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/7163328705067556005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/7163328705067556005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-weekend.html' title='||this weekend||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4367216772713387672</id><published>2008-11-19T10:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:23:36.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/325494/tony2" title="Wordle: tony2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/325494/tony2" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4367216772713387672?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-2984648256143358974</id><published>2008-10-21T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:58:29.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>||birthday wishes||</title><content type='html'>so my birthday is coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i for the past couple of years i haven't really wanted anything specifically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was writing a list for my mom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here are some of the items on my wishlist this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;black computer desk&lt;br /&gt;black floor length antique style oval mirror&lt;br /&gt;white &amp;amp; green bath towels&lt;br /&gt;white or silver 'over the toilet' etagere&lt;br /&gt;WORK CLOTHES!&lt;br /&gt;WORK SHOES [ie. new black pumps &amp;amp; flats]&lt;br /&gt;a NEW PURSE&lt;br /&gt;LG VU&lt;br /&gt;a new car &lt;a href="http://www.thetorquereport.com/2008_mercedes_benz_c_class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.thetorquereport.com/2008_mercedes_benz_c_class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY a girl can dream, can't she??&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-2984648256143358974?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/2984648256143358974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=2984648256143358974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2984648256143358974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/2984648256143358974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-wishes.html' title='||birthday wishes||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3848803805174028008</id><published>2008-09-10T19:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:32:50.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||desperate||</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Desperation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of that word in context of a woman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think someone who is begging for love, who is hopeless, who is driven to extremes - who is so far gone that she will do anything to get what she needs…&lt;br /&gt;She is someone I do not want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a strong woman.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be self-sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;I want others to look at me and know I do not need them.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be desperate for attention.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be desperate for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, all too often...&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly who I am.&lt;br /&gt;And I have hated myself for it…&lt;br /&gt;And I have hated those women who are just like me.&lt;br /&gt;I see them everyday…&lt;br /&gt;from young teenage girls, to young women, to older women.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for acceptance and love in all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;I see it in their eyes…&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to cry out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“THERE IS A LOVE THAT SURPASSES THE LOVE OF THIS WORLD!!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my lips don’t move…my mouth dries up…my heart stops…&lt;br /&gt;Because I allow myself to hear the lie…&lt;br /&gt;“you can’t say anything…because you are just like them.&lt;br /&gt;You are no better than they are”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, wretched sinner that I am…&lt;br /&gt;Then the smallest…tiniest whisper happens..&lt;br /&gt;So small a voice that I must concentrate to hear it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In him….&lt;strong&gt;in my Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;….I have redemption through his blood!&lt;br /&gt;the forgiveness of sins in accordance with the riches of God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;[Ephesians 1:7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the whisper is drowned out by the lies…&lt;br /&gt;the lies that flaunt, that scream, that so position themselves as to capture my full attention…again.&lt;br /&gt;And again.again. again.&lt;br /&gt;And instead of love, I am filled with despise.&lt;br /&gt;Because I see the women who are just like me&lt;br /&gt;And knowing that there is a LOVE that is greater…&lt;br /&gt;I have not allowed it to change me,&lt;br /&gt;And…I become less than they are.&lt;br /&gt;They are unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am just rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the thoughts that I struggle with… day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;I know the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;It is all head knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.…for God so loved the world…&lt;br /&gt;…saved by grace…&lt;br /&gt;…through Jesus Christ…&lt;br /&gt;…more than conquerors…&lt;br /&gt;…broken and contrite heart…&lt;br /&gt;…Love that is stronger than death…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;A Love…&lt;br /&gt;That is…&lt;br /&gt;stronger than death.&lt;br /&gt;I am driven to find that verse again…&lt;br /&gt;To let its balm heal the wounds of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Set me as&lt;strong&gt; a seal upon your heart&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;As a seal upon your arm;&lt;br /&gt;For love is as &lt;strong&gt;strong as death&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy as cruel as the grave;&lt;br /&gt;Its flames are flames of fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A most vehement flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many waters cannot quench love,&lt;br /&gt;Nor can the floods drown it.&lt;br /&gt;If a man would give for love&lt;br /&gt;All the wealth of his house, It would be utterly despised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Isaiah 8:6-7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, God….for a love that will never end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sit and just again meditate on those verses…&lt;br /&gt;timeless verses that never fail to bring me joy or hope…&lt;br /&gt;The verse I memorized in conjunction with this…&lt;br /&gt;Is stirred again in my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story of a prostitute…&lt;br /&gt;Joined with a man of God.&lt;br /&gt;She continually left Love&lt;br /&gt;To sleep with lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story of Israel&lt;br /&gt;Forsaking their Love&lt;br /&gt;For cheap wine&lt;br /&gt;And short-lived pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet God…with a love that is not quenched…&lt;br /&gt;With a fire that is most vehement…&lt;br /&gt;Could not be persuaded from pursuing his Bride…&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, behold, I will allure her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will bring her into the wilderness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speak comfort to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will give her her vineyards from there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Valley of Achor as a door of hope;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She shall sing there,&lt;br /&gt;As in the days of her youth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in the day when she came up from the land of Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;“ And it shall be, in that day,” Says the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;“ That you will call Me ‘My Husband,’&lt;br /&gt;And no longer call Me ‘My Master,’&lt;br /&gt;For I will take from her mouth the names of the Baals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they shall be remembered by their name no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that day I will make a covenant for them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the beasts of the field, With the birds of the air, And with the creeping things of the ground. Bow and sword of battle I will shatter from the earth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make them lie down safely.&lt;br /&gt;“ I will betroth you to Me forever;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will betroth you to Me In righteousness and justice, In lovingkindness and mercy;&lt;br /&gt;I will betroth you to Me in faithfulness,&lt;br /&gt;And you shall know the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;And I will have mercy on her who had not obtained mercy;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will say to those who were not My people,‘ You are My people!’&lt;br /&gt;And they shall say, ‘You are my God!’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[hosea 2:14-20;23]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh that I would [know] the Lord, my God.&lt;br /&gt;that the names of Baal would be removed from my mouth…&lt;br /&gt;and I shall remember their names no more.&lt;br /&gt;that no longer will i call him master...&lt;br /&gt;but instead...my husband!&lt;br /&gt;the celebration of my soul and the longings of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I think of this word in context for God…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hopeless without God, driven to extremes to know His character, desperate for His love, and Willing to do anything to get to know this Love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be so consumed that the lies are drowned out by the whisper…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The timeless Truth will prevail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bought with a&lt;em&gt; price&lt;/em&gt; [1 corinthians 6:20]&lt;br /&gt;He has &lt;em&gt;engraved&lt;/em&gt; me in the palms of his hands [isaiah 49:16]&lt;br /&gt;I am loved with an &lt;em&gt;everlasting Love&lt;/em&gt; [jeremiah 31:3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Love is poured out freely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall never stop saying…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=769655&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=38217930349&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=38217930349&amp;amp;id=500032681"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SMlHnMyoZWI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gm-KsKKKo9U/s1600-h/ist2_3781332-enjoying-the-sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244801979823711586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SMlHnMyoZWI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gm-KsKKKo9U/s320/ist2_3781332-enjoying-the-sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[how many times have I written about these verses, only to learn more and more again and again? Thank you, Shan, you are the one who first showed me these two in particular.] &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/2318491069755180221-3848803805174028008?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3848803805174028008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3848803805174028008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3848803805174028008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3848803805174028008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/09/desperate.html' title='||desperate||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SMlHnMyoZWI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gm-KsKKKo9U/s72-c/ist2_3781332-enjoying-the-sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1888301755504965547</id><published>2008-08-20T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:24:59.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||new beginnings||</title><content type='html'>just a couple of updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, &lt;strong&gt;my car is fine&lt;/strong&gt;, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;it was incredible because the day after it broke down,&lt;br /&gt;tony left for the lakehouse...&lt;br /&gt;so i kept his car that week.&lt;br /&gt;god's provision, for sure. &lt;br /&gt;i ended up picking his dad up and it took him&lt;br /&gt;TWO SECONDS to start my car!&lt;br /&gt;it was something inconsequential....&lt;br /&gt;something was touching something that shouldn't have been touching.&lt;br /&gt;but...he ended up fixing my a/c as well!!&lt;br /&gt;praise the lord.&lt;br /&gt;now, its TOO cold!  i can't keep the windows from fogging up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hey. it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;well i paid for half of it...&lt;br /&gt;and i've got ALMOST all my books.&lt;br /&gt;but i shopped around and definitely got the best prices!&lt;br /&gt;about $150 for the textbooks, when it was originally almost $300 used from the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;school starts monday!&lt;br /&gt;i realized i have math on mondays.  WHAT a horrible way to start the week!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tony leaves for school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;its going to be hard, but we're both really willing to put forth the effort to make this work.&lt;br /&gt;i'll only miss him for a week, though, because i'm hoping to go visit him the 29th -&lt;br /&gt;its the friday after his birthday, and that monday is a holiday for the office&lt;br /&gt;(hooray for labor day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amy put in the deposit for our apartment yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and I filled out the application.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping they don't turn me down because my job history looks terrible right now!&lt;br /&gt;6 months at my current job, and 7 months at my previous (Starbucks manager).&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to figure out how long of a lease I want to sign --&lt;br /&gt;and it all depends on when I want to go to school full time???&lt;br /&gt;july '09 or january '10?&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know the answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;and it depends if me and tony are still dating by then,&lt;br /&gt;will i want to go to school with him at UTSA?&lt;br /&gt;or go to sam houston?&lt;br /&gt;questions, questions, questions.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i can't wait to move into the apartment and finally have room to stretch my feet again!&lt;br /&gt;not that living with amy has been all that bad, it really hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;but it will be nice to have a real closet again.&lt;br /&gt;we'll each also have our own bathrooms, which will be bliss for her,&lt;br /&gt;and exciting for me -- I finally get to decorate my own bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy a new bedspread for myself too....&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is recovering from her surgery and she's doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;she's still not able to do everything she wants to do,&lt;br /&gt;but she's in a lot less pain than she used to be in.&lt;br /&gt;although, she still get really tired.&lt;br /&gt;hannah, joshua, and sophia are all going to public school --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the first time!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophia is really excited about getting her own locker.&lt;br /&gt;her and josh both have to wear uniforms for school, since they're in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;hannah gets to sport her own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe she's going to be a sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;and richard just turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness, i'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1888301755504965547?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1888301755504965547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-3257851711510028279</id><published>2008-08-18T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:16:08.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Simple Daily Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SKmEFZpyxdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eSRGjNbVREQ/s1600-h/dailythought_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235861270115304914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SKmEFZpyxdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eSRGjNbVREQ/s320/dailythought_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; August 18, 2008&lt;br /&gt;In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.&lt;br /&gt;— Janos Arany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-3257851711510028279?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3257851711510028279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=3257851711510028279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3257851711510028279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/3257851711510028279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-simple-daily-thought.html' title='Real Simple Daily Thought'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p8wjuSOpYg/SKmEFZpyxdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eSRGjNbVREQ/s72-c/dailythought_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5854819965442815018</id><published>2008-08-06T13:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:43:25.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loves life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-5854819965442815018?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5854819965442815018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5854819965442815018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5854819965442815018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5854819965442815018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/08/loves-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5274026025436199082</id><published>2008-08-06T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:23:53.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||discouraged||</title><content type='html'>i feel really frustrated and discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;i'm overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;my car is broken...&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to pick up tony's dad tonight and&lt;br /&gt;hopefully he can start it and take it back to work on it...&lt;br /&gt;but it has to be fixed by next monday night...&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, i'm in deep poop.&lt;br /&gt;its just so frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;i don't have money to fix it, really,&lt;br /&gt;because of the wedding this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could just have a new car...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if the lord is trying to teach me about&lt;br /&gt;pride or patience or what&lt;br /&gt;but its hard.hard.hard.hard.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a fairy godmother to just pour$5000 in my lap&lt;br /&gt;not to buy a new car&lt;br /&gt;but at least one that will run consistently and i can drive out of the city.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't work that way though.&lt;br /&gt;i have to work for what i want...&lt;br /&gt;and i have to get enough credit for what i want...&lt;br /&gt;and its going to be a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is going to be a lot more expensive that last semester.&lt;br /&gt;i have to put down $210 for a deposit&lt;br /&gt;(I'm doing a payment plan...classes are $420 overall)&lt;br /&gt;and my government book is about $100&lt;br /&gt;my pysch book is about $100&lt;br /&gt;and my math book is about $50&lt;br /&gt;and the lab costs $150.&lt;br /&gt;Thats $400 for books...and plus that $210&lt;br /&gt;thats a lot of money out of this next paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the lord provides.&lt;br /&gt;he always, always does.&lt;br /&gt;faithful.&lt;br /&gt;but my heart!&lt;br /&gt;be still my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i have never gone without what i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-5274026025436199082?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5274026025436199082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5274026025436199082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5274026025436199082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5274026025436199082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/08/discouraged.html' title='||discouraged||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-6289473493147606091</id><published>2008-08-01T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:10:16.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so lovely....</title><content type='html'>waking up at 6:45&lt;br /&gt;putting on makeup&lt;br /&gt;getting dressed&lt;br /&gt;walking out the door at 7:21&lt;br /&gt;and getting to the park and ride&lt;br /&gt;at 7:32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleven minutes.&lt;br /&gt;ya heard???&lt;br /&gt;eleven beautiful wonderful minutes&lt;br /&gt;from my apartment (that i share)&lt;br /&gt;to where i meet the girls to carpool.&lt;br /&gt;thank you jesus.&lt;br /&gt;life has become slightly more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-6289473493147606091?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/6289473493147606091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=6289473493147606091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/6289473493147606091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/6289473493147606091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-lovely.html' title='so lovely....'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5552605043244747820</id><published>2008-07-28T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:09:45.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||pan the man||</title><content type='html'>apparently, hook the movie was on this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;my favorite movie -- in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you really are the pan...&lt;br /&gt;you can fly...&lt;br /&gt;you can fight...&lt;br /&gt;and you can..."&lt;br /&gt;*CROW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, peter pan is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;the first time i ever watched a peter pan movie,&lt;br /&gt;was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disney&lt;/span&gt; version...&lt;br /&gt;and i was SURE that it was my destiny to marry this wonderful, life loving redheaded boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, i grew up.&lt;br /&gt;he lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neverland&lt;/span&gt; and i...don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a brief period of time, i had the best opportunity --&lt;br /&gt;i was able to be in the play!&lt;br /&gt;to my dismay, i did NOT land the part of peter,&lt;br /&gt;but the part of one of the lost twins.&lt;br /&gt;i was cute, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;(i was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; once too. talk about important!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could pursue life with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;peter's&lt;/span&gt; attitude...&lt;br /&gt;"to live...to live would be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awfully&lt;/span&gt; great adventure"&lt;br /&gt;"to die would be a great adventure"&lt;br /&gt;he is without fear, and jumps to the greatest challenges.&lt;br /&gt;and although he is definitely not without his faults,&lt;br /&gt;his charm is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt; is gracious, and beautiful, and loving.&lt;br /&gt;she makes a perfect mother to peter...&lt;br /&gt;even though she ended up falling in love with him..&lt;br /&gt;(my amazing friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt; is the embodiment of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;he never knew because she kept growing up&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; with marriages! the boys think they live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;neverland&lt;/span&gt; and never grow up! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and eventually, when he decided to grow up,&lt;br /&gt;she was already married...with children...and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;he married her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;moira&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the movie hook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt; has lost his marbles and "forgotten how to fly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thudbutt's&lt;/span&gt; mom is his "happy thought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rufio&lt;/span&gt; finally surrenders his sword&lt;br /&gt;jack teaches the pirates how to play baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; becomes human size&lt;br /&gt;but most important,&lt;br /&gt;peter remembers he grew up and becomes a lost boy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he remains my favorite, to this day.&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; so aptly states,&lt;br /&gt;"you know that place between sleep and awake,&lt;br /&gt;the place where you can still remember dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;that's where I'll always love you, peter pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; where I'll be waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[second star to the right, and straight on till morning]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-5552605043244747820?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5552605043244747820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5552605043244747820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5552605043244747820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5552605043244747820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/07/pan-man.html' title='||pan the man||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4632307562492313940</id><published>2008-07-23T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:41:16.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||update||</title><content type='html'>goodness, its been more than a month since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been crazy.hard. beautiful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt;. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i moved out of my parent's house on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; 1st.&lt;br /&gt;i rented a room in a house, near my parent's,&lt;br /&gt;so it wasn't too much of a jump.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really want to go into why i moved...&lt;br /&gt;ongoing situation.  lack of understanding. lack of self control.&lt;br /&gt;its no one's fault, really. we're both to blame.&lt;br /&gt;its getting better, our relationship, as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really interesting,&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks before camp,&lt;br /&gt;a mother came in to the office to sign her daughter up for camp,&lt;br /&gt;and i began talking to her...&lt;br /&gt;it was ASTONISHING how alike our lives had been.&lt;br /&gt;she had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homeschooled&lt;/span&gt; all her life,&lt;br /&gt;with very strict, very religious parents in a home very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; to mine.&lt;br /&gt;while we both loved our families very much,&lt;br /&gt;after being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeschooled&lt;/span&gt; for seventeen years&lt;br /&gt;and being with them DAY IN DAY OUT, we both left at that age,&lt;br /&gt;with neither of our parents liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long long long story short,&lt;br /&gt;she encouraged my quest to find my faith and&lt;br /&gt;make it my own,&lt;br /&gt;to make sure that i didn't believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because that was how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; been raised.&lt;br /&gt;she encouraged me to search the Bible for truths&lt;br /&gt;and to question the morals and test it against the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;she said that certain things she had been raised to believe,&lt;br /&gt;she didn't necessarily agree with.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, she said.&lt;br /&gt;she said that her relationship with her parents, now,&lt;br /&gt;is great! she loves her mom and her dad.&lt;br /&gt;her two younger siblings, are still searching for the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;but she says she's afraid it may be from the lack of grace in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;household&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;homeschools&lt;/span&gt; her four kids&lt;br /&gt;(all of them named after fictional literary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; -- its charming!)&lt;br /&gt;and stays at home with them.&lt;br /&gt;her relationship with God is evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gave me a lot of hope -- because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; who i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways....&lt;br /&gt;other than that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been doing well!&lt;br /&gt;i received a bonus and a raise at my job --&lt;br /&gt;i paid off my medical debt and my car!&lt;br /&gt;so that ugly, beautiful, piece of junk "old faithful" is officially mine.&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hopefully establishing "credit" with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ATT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next year, when my parent's contract ends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to purchase my own phone/account&lt;br /&gt;without having to put down $500 for a deposit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am moving in with my cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;amy&lt;/span&gt;, this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; live in the little corner in the living room for a while,&lt;br /&gt;until we move to a different apartment :].&lt;br /&gt;we're looking at apartments this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;just to check out prices and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but if we were to transfer to a 2 bedroom, 2 bath at her current place,&lt;br /&gt;we'd pay $925 a month,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to find a better deal than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really excited! &lt;br /&gt;i know that this is going to be more of a permanent situation&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be able to decorate my room,&lt;br /&gt;and my bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;and make it look cute and beautiful and&lt;br /&gt;my own.&lt;br /&gt;but for now,&lt;br /&gt;while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; living in the living room,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt; and buy a small wardrobe and that will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also signed up for college classes yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;my schedule is as follows&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Math 6:10 - 8:10&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Government 5:30 - 6:50&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Math 6:10 - 8:10&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Government 5:30 - 6:50, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt; 7 - 10&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy!  Can't wait.  I know I'm absolutely going to dread it, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in the midst of it,&lt;br /&gt;but at least I feel smarter and I'm heading towards a goal.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go to school either August '09, or January '10 and&lt;br /&gt;i would like to enter in as a sophomore, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tony leaves for school in a month. &lt;br /&gt;its a bummer for me, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited for him,&lt;br /&gt;college life is grand...and the campus is excellent.&lt;br /&gt;i can visit him, of course,&lt;br /&gt;although with my car....trips will be limited!&lt;br /&gt;his sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure will drive up there,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;nadim's&lt;/span&gt; girl is too (not sure that will be too comfortable though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;we're going to try to stick it out, see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; one thing though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;i can trust him and i know that.&lt;br /&gt;there is not a doubt in my mind that tony would ever cheat on me.&lt;br /&gt;he's so faithful.&lt;br /&gt;my own insecurities plague me of course...&lt;br /&gt;college girls are so beautiful, smart, busty, and PRESENT!&lt;br /&gt;honestly though...if tony were to ever be in a position to cheat on me...&lt;br /&gt;which i doubt he would place himself in...&lt;br /&gt;i trust him enough that i know he'd think of me before himself.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; trusting god.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ehhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4632307562492313940?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4632307562492313940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4632307562492313940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4632307562492313940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4632307562492313940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='||update||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-8061490761297971721</id><published>2008-06-05T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:05:42.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||do you realize||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you realize&lt;br /&gt;That you have the most beautiful face?&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize&lt;br /&gt;We're floating in space?&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize&lt;br /&gt;That happiness makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize&lt;br /&gt;That everyone you know someday will die?&lt;br /&gt;And instead of saying all of your good-byes&lt;br /&gt;Let them know you realize that life goes fast&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make the good things last&lt;br /&gt;You realize the sun doesn't go down&lt;br /&gt;It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize?&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize&lt;br /&gt;That everyone you know someday will die?&lt;br /&gt;And instead of saying all of your good-byes&lt;br /&gt;Let them know you realize that life goes fast&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make the good things last&lt;br /&gt;You realize the sun doesn't go down&lt;br /&gt;It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize&lt;br /&gt;That you have the most beautiful face?&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4374303986486347639</id><published>2008-05-25T12:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:57:02.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||candy canes||</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;candy canes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that come along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uncontrollable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im  a mean horrible person sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4374303986486347639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4374303986486347639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4374303986486347639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/05/candy-canes.html' title='||candy canes||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-1923068809985853502</id><published>2008-05-23T08:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:28:21.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>||road trip||</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;i embark on a journey...&lt;br /&gt;to see my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen her since november 24, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;we will laugh a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;pray for truth this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;for clarity.&lt;br /&gt;discernment.&lt;br /&gt;love despite.&lt;br /&gt;courage.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im a war,&lt;br /&gt;of head versus heart,&lt;br /&gt;and it's always this way.&lt;br /&gt;my head is weak,&lt;br /&gt;my heart always speaks,&lt;br /&gt;before I know what it will say.&lt;br /&gt;(crooked teeth - deathcab for cutie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-1923068809985853502?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/1923068809985853502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=1923068809985853502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1923068809985853502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/1923068809985853502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-trip.html' title='||road trip||'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4252275358396110044</id><published>2008-05-22T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:39:34.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>healing heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;i think my heart is healed,&lt;br /&gt;and that I moving on with life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but then they are days like today...&lt;br /&gt;when i can barely stop the tears from coming.&lt;br /&gt;my heart...it aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true blue...&lt;br /&gt;you have truly stolen my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been ten months and some odd days&lt;br /&gt;since my team has been together.&lt;br /&gt;despite the distance,&lt;br /&gt;despite missed calls and time differences,&lt;br /&gt;despite our ever changing lifestyles and circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;our love for each other is still strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times i lie awake and bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just &lt;em&gt;ache&lt;/em&gt; to hear the low rumble&lt;br /&gt;of our beloved Shaniqua&lt;em&gt; (the beautiful black bus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get to share my super tiny bed with kristy&lt;br /&gt;and our millions of pillows and blankets.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could wake up again only to laugh at the fact that&lt;br /&gt;she is, quite literally, frozen to the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i long the for the simplicity of life when i lived off of $5 a day.&lt;br /&gt;when...i knew the only meals i could order would be off the $1 menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i could save my allottment to buy a new article of clothing for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thrill, the exhilaration, the honor of being onstage in front of &lt;em&gt;thousands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portraying a teenage girl of God, living righteously, without shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will forever miss that.&lt;br /&gt;i remember drama warm ups...&lt;br /&gt;and being behind stage...about to go up...&lt;br /&gt;feeling that jitter and the rush in my body.&lt;br /&gt;or the time when my mic broke (&lt;strong&gt;on live tv!&lt;/strong&gt;) and coming offstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling so exhausted and spent but absolutely &lt;em&gt;satisfied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss walking around the cities with kailee&lt;br /&gt;and taking absurd amounts of pictures of ourself.&lt;br /&gt;i miss late night talks with melissa.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hanging out on the weekend with matt.&lt;br /&gt;i miss touching jons 'sexy abs'.&lt;br /&gt;i miss walking the concourse.&lt;br /&gt;i miss brad's hugs.&lt;br /&gt;i miss jebba's hugs.&lt;br /&gt;i miss mindy and her insanity.&lt;br /&gt;i miss deb and the way she was so protective of me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss joeangel and his quirks.&lt;br /&gt;i miss laughing with and at clark.&lt;br /&gt;i miss friday morning rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my in-ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss host homes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss wendy and her love letters from pookie-jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss washing my face everynight in the &lt;strong&gt;walmart bathrooms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss waking up and having no idea what state im in.&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing crazy things like hide and go seek at &lt;em&gt;3am in the nissan pavilion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being dirty all the time. &lt;em&gt;(ok maybe not?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss not wanting to the feel the heat with somebody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but be in heat with somebody&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being surrounded by 30+ of the most &lt;em&gt;godly beautiful &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i do NOT miss spaghetti every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;i do NOT miss waking up every sunday morning super early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i do NOT miss letting the beds down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i could have killed someone, i would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what a small price to pay a most wonderfully, blessed year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;what i would give...to go back and &lt;em&gt;fully appreciate the wonder of what i had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/2318491069755180221-4252275358396110044?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4252275358396110044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4252275358396110044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4252275358396110044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4252275358396110044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/05/healing-heart.html' title='healing heart'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-4822976045818708353</id><published>2008-05-20T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:49:48.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new developments</title><content type='html'>so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this still undecided...&lt;br /&gt;but it is something I will be praying about very hard...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to try to go to school full time in August '09!&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to go talk to a counselor  yesterday&lt;br /&gt;er...advisor&lt;br /&gt;(counselors are for people on probations...definitely NOT me.)&lt;br /&gt;and we made a plan that i will take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 class this summer&lt;br /&gt;3 this fall&lt;br /&gt;3 next spring&lt;br /&gt;2 next summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennnn i will be entering Sam Houston (hopefully, cause i have NOT applied) as a sophomore!  i think this is the direction i have been praying for...&lt;br /&gt;but i shall keep praying, to make sure, and i would love it if you prayed too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-4822976045818708353?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4822976045818708353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=4822976045818708353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4822976045818708353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/4822976045818708353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-developments.html' title='new developments'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-5293609236927933653</id><published>2008-05-16T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:12:25.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sanguine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so we started talking about personality types today in the office...&lt;br /&gt;I already knew I was sanguine---&lt;br /&gt;quick, impulsive, and relatively short-lived reactions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah. thats me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i decided to do the test anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sanguine/melancholy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Extrovert  The Talker  The Optimist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sanguine's Emotions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appealing personality&lt;br /&gt;Talkative, Storyteller&lt;br /&gt;Life of the Party&lt;br /&gt;Good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Memory for color&lt;br /&gt;Physically holds on to listener&lt;br /&gt;Emotional and demonstrative&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and expressive&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful and bubbling over&lt;br /&gt;Curious&lt;br /&gt;Good on stage &lt;em&gt;(hey hey, anna rose?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide-eyed and innocent&lt;br /&gt;Lives in the present&lt;br /&gt;Changeable disposition&lt;br /&gt;Sincere at heart&lt;br /&gt;Always a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sanguine As A Parent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Makes Home Fun&lt;br /&gt;Is liked by children's friends&lt;br /&gt;Turns disaster into humor&lt;br /&gt;Is the circus master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sanguine At Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers for Jobs&lt;br /&gt;thinks up new activities&lt;br /&gt;Looks great on the Surface&lt;br /&gt;Creative and colorful&lt;br /&gt;Has energy and enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;Starts in a flashy way&lt;br /&gt;Inspires others to join&lt;br /&gt;charms others to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sanguine As a Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes friends easily&lt;br /&gt;Loves People&lt;br /&gt;Thrives on compliments&lt;br /&gt;Seems exciting&lt;br /&gt;envied by others&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't hold grudges&lt;br /&gt;apologizes quickly&lt;br /&gt;Prevents dull moments&lt;br /&gt;Likes spontaneous activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weaknesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sanguine's Emotions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive talker&lt;br /&gt;Exaggerates and elaborates&lt;br /&gt;Dwells on trivia&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember names&lt;br /&gt;Scares others off&lt;br /&gt;Too happy for some&lt;br /&gt;Has restless energy&lt;br /&gt;Egotistical&lt;br /&gt;Blusters and complains&lt;br /&gt;Naive, gets taken in&lt;br /&gt;Has loud voice and laugh&lt;br /&gt;Controlled by circumstances&lt;br /&gt;Gets angry easily&lt;br /&gt;Seems phony to some&lt;br /&gt;Never Grows Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sanguine As A Parent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps home in a frenzy&lt;br /&gt;Forgets children's appointments&lt;br /&gt;disorganized&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't listen to the whole story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sanguine At Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would rather talk&lt;br /&gt;forgets obligations&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't follow through&lt;br /&gt;Confidence fades fast&lt;br /&gt;Undisciplined&lt;br /&gt;Priorities out of order&lt;br /&gt;Decides by feelings&lt;br /&gt;Easily distracted&lt;br /&gt;Wastes time talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sanguine As a Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hates to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Needs to be center stage&lt;br /&gt;Wants to be popular&lt;br /&gt;Looks for credit&lt;br /&gt;dominates conversations&lt;br /&gt;Interrupts and doesn't listen&lt;br /&gt;answers for others&lt;br /&gt;Fickle and forgetful&lt;br /&gt;Makes excuses&lt;br /&gt;Repeats stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. this is so me.  like...to the T almost.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not so much melancholy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the things that i am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;musical&lt;br /&gt;high standards&lt;br /&gt;persistent&lt;br /&gt;makes friends cautiously&lt;br /&gt;faithful and devoted&lt;br /&gt;appreciative of beauty&lt;br /&gt;seeks ideal mate &lt;em&gt;(uh..yes.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schedule oriented&lt;br /&gt;likes charts, graphs, figures, lists, etc.&lt;br /&gt;moody and depressed&lt;br /&gt;low self image&lt;br /&gt;hard to please&lt;br /&gt;deep need for approval&lt;br /&gt;full of contradictions&lt;br /&gt;skeptical of compliments&lt;br /&gt;self centered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is kuh-razy.&lt;br /&gt;at the HA, we'd always be like "oh they're so melancholy"   "they're so sanguine" -- its almost used too frequently there.  I haven't thought of it in a while,and its really interesting to see again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-5293609236927933653?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5293609236927933653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=5293609236927933653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5293609236927933653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/5293609236927933653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/05/sanguine.html' title='sanguine!'/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318491069755180221.post-8088819048742787079</id><published>2008-05-14T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:56:41.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i truly enjoy my job.&lt;br /&gt;i love what i get to do,&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere im in,&lt;br /&gt;especially the girls i work with.&lt;br /&gt;and i definitely do not mind working with my boss,&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;but...seriously, she has got to be the most...interesting (for lack of a better word)..person.&lt;br /&gt;"oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooook"&lt;br /&gt;i have a hard time not laughing out loud when i'm around here,&lt;br /&gt;she cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;sure, she frustrates me sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;but hey...tell me what boss doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;and, im so glad God opened this door...&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't give it up for anything.&lt;br /&gt;(ok, MAYBE europe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really struggling with what to do for my best friend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;(ha. thats a movie.)&lt;br /&gt;I do not support her marriage.&lt;br /&gt;but she is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;and she wants me to be her maid of honor.&lt;br /&gt;last night, i was talking to another friend,&lt;br /&gt;who isn't very close, but i know him fairly well,&lt;br /&gt;and he told me that by me standing to the in the wedding,&lt;br /&gt;that i am condoning the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;he reminded me that when someone turns from truth,&lt;br /&gt;and refuses to follow,&lt;br /&gt;then they are an enemy of God,&lt;br /&gt;and, when we have done all we can do,&lt;br /&gt;we are to have nothing to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;see, my problem is,&lt;br /&gt;maybe this IS the right guy, maybe this IS who she is supposed to spend the rest of her life with.....&lt;br /&gt;but this isn't the time, this isn't the right way.&lt;br /&gt;but i've said all i can say...if she chooses to go through with the marriage,&lt;br /&gt;she will know what i think...&lt;br /&gt;but i also want her to know that i love her &lt;em&gt;unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;jesus ate with prostitutes and tax collectors...&lt;br /&gt;they were enemies of god...&lt;br /&gt;can i not show my love for her through this?&lt;br /&gt;because, her marriage is for good...&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to tear apart our friendship forever becase of this.&lt;br /&gt;this is tearing me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318491069755180221-8088819048742787079?l=lajolielaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/feeds/8088819048742787079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318491069755180221&amp;postID=8088819048742787079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8088819048742787079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318491069755180221/posts/default/8088819048742787079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajolielaide.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-truly-enjoy-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Lauren.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15277931015604763671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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experiance &lt;strong&gt;this &lt;/strong&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life tends to be a rollercoaster of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;one day i'm good and all my struggles seem so far away,&lt;br /&gt;and the sky is so close...&lt;br /&gt;next thing you know,&lt;br /&gt;ive gone through a loop and&lt;br /&gt;im dangerously close to crashing to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind.&lt;br /&gt;its a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;i know who i am.&lt;br /&gt;but do i really?&lt;br /&gt;the person i see in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;...who is she?&lt;br /&gt;those are questions,&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes cannot answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;its a hole only He can fill.&lt;br /&gt;but i must, i must, i MUST,&lt;br /&gt;allow him to heal me,&lt;br /&gt;to renew me,&lt;br /&gt;to transform the image&lt;em&gt; i&lt;/em&gt; see in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i am grounded in a love that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stronger than death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only then will i experience&lt;br /&gt;that which will satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really,&lt;br /&gt;what human, what thing, what knowledge, what encounter...&lt;br /&gt;provides a love that is STRONGER THAN DEATH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our God is a jealous God.&lt;br /&gt;he craves our love,&lt;br /&gt;just as much as we crave his.&lt;br /&gt;when i wander,&lt;br /&gt;when i take a step away,&lt;br /&gt;he hurts.&lt;br /&gt;it pains him....&lt;br /&gt;but he will never give up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as enduring as the grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving a wretched sinner like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he has made everything beautiful in its time&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[im sorry, its just a ramble of emotions right now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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