<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;A0UHRXcyfCp7ImA9WhdVFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823</id><updated>2011-09-19T21:27:14.994-06:00</updated><title>I Dig His Shorts Because They Say ARMY!</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Wells. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ALL THE JELLY BEANS IN THE WORLD!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0UHRH45fSp7ImA9WhdVFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-5514906801073189491</id><published>2011-09-19T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:27:15.025-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-19T21:27:15.025-06:00</app:edited><title>Listen Here</title><content type='html'>I am going to be up front right now. I don't care who you think you are, or where you are from. I know who my true friends are. They have been with me since day one of this journey, and they will still be there when it is done. I absolutely have no need to be around you or hear what you have to say. You are disrespectful of others and a drag to hang out with. I thank the Lord that I figured this out when I did because it was only going to get worse. I don't need you. I don't need to be around you. You know exactly who you are too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am an&amp;nbsp;intelligent, successful woman. Your selfishness gives me even more motivation to prove who I am and what I stand for. I will not back down. My mind is set. I have a beautiful family, beautiful home, my own business, a perfect job... But what you don't get is that none of this matters to me. I have my life, and I don't even deserve that much. I have my Lord and Savior. He is the reason why I am here today. He has blessed my life with the things in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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To my friends back home. Thank you. Thank you for sticking by me. To my best friend in the whole, wide world- Kaitlynn, you are the best and I can never thank you enough for the memories that we have made. I absolutely can't wait to come home and make more.&lt;br /&gt;
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To my family, you are my world. You are my strength and motivation. I know that I can always lean on each and every one of you for support day and night. With out you, I wouldn't be who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being married has taught me a lot. Not only are we our own individual people (WHO HANG OUT WITH WHOEVER WE WANT. WHEN EVER WE WANT) oh, and (WE DON'T TELL EACH OTHER WHO WE CAN HANG OUT WITH BTW) but we are also a circle. We are a never ending circle of faith, love, and hope. Faith in our Lord above that we will make it though the hard times and live another day with one another. Love for each other that will never end. EVER. and Hope that as a married couple and family we will raise our child to be the best person possible. To raise a child that loves God as much as we do. I hated sitting though church as a young child, but I thank my parents in the up most way for exposing me to the blessings that the Lord has bestowed upon me. Additionally, to the Hope for a great today, and a better tomorrow. You are my everything. I love you more than all the Jelly Beans in the world!&lt;br /&gt;
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You live, you learn, and you move on to the next task in life. Fake friends come and go. You have to have the strength to weed them out of your life. Don't worry, I'm not going to come running back to you for our friendship. It is over. Done. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;
Kaitlynn Boldt, you understand praying like no one else!&lt;br /&gt;
I'll pray for you, and you, and even you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-5514906801073189491?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/5514906801073189491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/09/listen-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/5514906801073189491?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/5514906801073189491?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/09/listen-here.html' title='Listen Here'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcFRHs_fyp7ImA9WhdVE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-1880527939071055909</id><published>2011-09-18T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:20:15.547-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-18T17:20:15.547-06:00</app:edited><title>My Front Porch Looking In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We finally got to move into our new house yesterday late in the evening. We are super excited about all the room we have now. This house is bigger in some areas, smaller than others- but... It's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sgqlp2kw3Q/TnZ4TiyNybI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nUgKb5u0UtQ/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sgqlp2kw3Q/TnZ4TiyNybI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nUgKb5u0UtQ/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Today while Weston was golfing, I spent the day cleaning and making curtains and pillows. I made living room curtains, a matching pillow, and matching curtains for over the kitchen sink. We are going to have an "outdoors" theme in our living room to help us feel a little more at home Colorado style.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-19syisikz-I/TnZ54AItefI/AAAAAAAAAbw/l3M063A3hPE/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-19syisikz-I/TnZ54AItefI/AAAAAAAAAbw/l3M063A3hPE/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Material for the curtains.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85qkEM5RqcQ/TnZ5inhQbyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/l4iguyN2d3s/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85qkEM5RqcQ/TnZ5inhQbyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/l4iguyN2d3s/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a top one too with lace on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;
Weston walked into the house and said,&lt;br /&gt;
"Awe you put ruffle butts on the curtains!" lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVfkEQcql4w/TnZ5qHiK1oI/AAAAAAAAAbs/1jJNVhz7Png/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVfkEQcql4w/TnZ5qHiK1oI/AAAAAAAAAbs/1jJNVhz7Png/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A better look at the tops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLw5uzXJVvs/TnZ5-95ls7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/OOimzSZdk_w/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLw5uzXJVvs/TnZ5-95ls7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/OOimzSZdk_w/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our new lamp. They didn't have a chocolate lab.&lt;br /&gt;
See the out doors theme?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The outside of the house is really nice. It needs power washed, but other than that, they have done a lot of improvements on it in the last year and that was part of the reason why we moved over here.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 foot privacy fence with solar lights around the top.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hIFv3tVeBs/TnZ766teLfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4RIXwsdXcAc/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hIFv3tVeBs/TnZ766teLfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4RIXwsdXcAc/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front porch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oG3F_80kSLo/TnZ74U43E4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Y2cXeb587jM/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oG3F_80kSLo/TnZ74U43E4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Y2cXeb587jM/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front of house.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlrxZHeG0tY/TnZ77Tz0tfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/VSEy0pmcsIM/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlrxZHeG0tY/TnZ77Tz0tfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/VSEy0pmcsIM/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have enough patience to load this on another browser.&lt;br /&gt;
It's our AWESOME front door.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for back yard adventures :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-1880527939071055909?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/1880527939071055909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-front-porch-looking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/1880527939071055909?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/1880527939071055909?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-front-porch-looking-in.html' title='My Front Porch Looking In...'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sgqlp2kw3Q/TnZ4TiyNybI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nUgKb5u0UtQ/s72-c/IMG_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAFSHw4cSp7ImA9WhdVEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-929896957126647144</id><published>2011-09-14T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:38:39.239-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-14T09:38:39.239-06:00</app:edited><title>Terms and Conditions</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing as often as I used to because right now I am in that mind setting that it really is no body's business what I am doing. There are reasons behind things that I do most of the time, and if people want to know, then they can ask me them selves. It really is kind of nice just going to work and then coming home to spend time with my husband. Not having to deal with other people is a nice change of pace. I am coming to terms with some things, and that is great. We've been busy working and packing up our house. There really isn't a whole lot of time for anything else. I am happy with where I am at in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-929896957126647144?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/929896957126647144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/09/terms-and-conditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/929896957126647144?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/929896957126647144?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/09/terms-and-conditions.html' title='Terms and Conditions'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkAGR30zfCp7ImA9WhdWF08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-9102524298007408647</id><published>2011-09-10T17:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:58:46.384-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-10T23:58:46.384-06:00</app:edited><title>Hey Colorado Peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: silver; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Some friends of ours have crazy family, and they were telling us about the DIA&amp;nbsp;Conspiracy Theory. I was looking at the following article from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://extraordinaryintelligence.com/970/the-unexplained/mysterious-murals-and-monuments-at-the-denver-airport/"&gt;Extra Ordinary&amp;nbsp;Intelligence&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and I haven't seen half of the crap they talk about. There are murals in the Airport, but I have never seen the ones they show pictures of. Honestly, I don't believe this stuff, but read through this article then tell me what you think. I have many friends and family that have been to DIA, have you guys seen the murals they talk about or is this a load of crap. You can bet your bottom that I will be doing a little investigation work when I get back to the airport in November!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;In 1995, the Denver International Airport opened its doors to the public.&amp;nbsp; What the public saw in this enormous compound was breathtaking, confusing, and….weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Before we explore some of the Denver oddities, let us take a look at how the airport came to be, for the very construction of the building is shrouded in as much mystery as the end result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="500px" id="Player_01ad4660-74b0-4b20-ac01-0656e314fab3" width="120px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed id="Player_01ad4660-74b0-4b20-ac01-0656e314fab3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="120px" height="500px" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?rt=tf_cw&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fmylimymu-20%2F8010%2F01ad4660-74b0-4b20-ac01-0656e314fab3&amp;amp;Operation=GetDisplayTemplate" name="Player_01ad4660-74b0-4b20-ac01-0656e314fab3" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Normally, when a project of this magnitude is undertaken, one contractor will oversee the construction from beginning to end.&amp;nbsp; This is to ensure a continuity of the original vision, as well as eliminating needless argument over the way a work site is handled.&amp;nbsp; A series of sub-contractors will be hired to carry out the plans set forth by the main overseer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;In the case of the Denver International Airport (DIA), a far more unorthodox approach was used.&amp;nbsp; All of the work was done by sub contractors, who were hired to do a small, isolated task, and then they were let go at its completion.&amp;nbsp; Indeed, these construction workers were dismissed from the premises the MOMENT they were done with their work.&amp;nbsp; This was done in an effort to secure the fact that no single company or person ever saw the complete vision of what the DIA was to become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;At one point during the construction, five large structures were completed, and then determined to have been incorrectly positioned.&amp;nbsp; Rather than demolishing them and starting over, or adjusting the structures, they were buried, and the construction was started anew on top of the old structures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Learn more about the problems that plagued the construction of the Denver International Airport in the following book:&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0071581847/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=mylimymu-20&amp;amp;link_code=as3&amp;amp;camp=211189&amp;amp;creative=373489&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0071581847" style="display: inline-block; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Denver International Airport: Lessons Learned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=" Mysterious Murals and Monuments at the Denver Airport" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0071581847" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-width: initial !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important;" title="Mysterious Murals and Monuments at the Denver Airport" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;The end result was a massive compound, that when looked upon from an aerial view, sits precisely in the shape of a swastika.&amp;nbsp; The aesthetic oddness does not end there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; 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&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Outside the Airport stands a 32 ft tall statue of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/travel/flights/2009-02-09-denver-airport-mustang_N.htm" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;a rearing blue Mustang&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This horse has alternately been referred to as “Bluecifer,” “Satan’s Steed” and “Blue Devil Horse.”&amp;nbsp; So striking and disturbing is this statue, that it has prompted petitions and organizations to sprout up, demanding its removal.&amp;nbsp; The sculptor of the piece was an artist named Luis Jiménez.&amp;nbsp; Strangely, he was killed while building the statue, when it fell on top of him, severing an artery.&amp;nbsp; His sons completed the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Those who study the Conspiratorial aspects of our Government, have noted that the Mustang bears a striking resemblance to a horse associated with&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/156184134X/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=mylimymu-20&amp;amp;link_code=as3&amp;amp;camp=211189&amp;amp;creative=373489&amp;amp;creativeASIN=156184134X" style="display: inline-block; text-decoration: none;"&gt;The Montauk Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=" Mysterious Murals and Monuments at the Denver Airport" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=mylimymu-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=156184134X" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-width: initial !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important;" title="Mysterious Murals and Monuments at the Denver Airport" width="1" /&gt;, a secret government program linked to mind control and other fantastic claims.&amp;nbsp; The Montauk Project is connected with the Philadelphia Experiment, a case of time bending disaster carried out by the U.S. Military.&amp;nbsp; Both the Montauk Project and the Philadelphia Experiment will be explored in further detail in upcoming E.I. posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Within the great hall of the DIA is a capstone, commemorating the construction and completion of the project.&amp;nbsp; In the center of the stone is the Masonic symbol of a compass, along with a dedication by the “New World Airport Commission”.&amp;nbsp; Several groups have investigated this organization, and found that it is unique to the DIA.&amp;nbsp; No other airport has been connected with such a group.&amp;nbsp; Of course, this has raised the blood pressure of more than a few conspiracy theorists, who see the connection to the phrase “New World Order”.&amp;nbsp; And of course, the rest of the building does nothing to lessen those worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://extraordinaryintelligence.com/files/2009/07/dia-capstone.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="dia capstone Mysterious Murals and Monuments at the Denver Airport" class="size-full wp-image-978    alignright" height="216" src="http://extraordinaryintelligence.com/files/2009/07/dia-capstone.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Mysterious Murals and Monuments at the Denver Airport" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are mysterious writings on the floor throughout the DIA.&amp;nbsp; One phrase carved into the floor is “DZIT DIT GAII”.&amp;nbsp; This is Navajo for “The Mountain that is White”. There are several other areas on the floor that simply say “Mt. Blanca”.&amp;nbsp; What could this be referencing?&amp;nbsp; Well, one theory is that if the Masons were in charge of the planning of this building (which they clearly were involved given the inscription and symbol on the capstone), then it could be referring to Mt Blanc or White Mountain in France, which is where the Knights Templar signed their charter.&amp;nbsp; Freemasons trace their lineage back to the Knights Templar, so the connection seems to fit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At Mt. Blanc, one Templar wrote, “They gathered to form a New Order”.&amp;nbsp; Interesting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Also inside the great hall are a couple of Gargoyles, whose presence in an Airport, or inside any building that isn’t a church or temple, is quite odd.&amp;nbsp; Gargoyles that are not designed to divert water runoff, (their original purpose) are actually called chimeras, or grotesques.&amp;nbsp; They are said to ward off evil spirits.&amp;nbsp; From the looks of these two, it appears that their purpose is to ward off the evil spirits of lost luggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://extraordinaryintelligence.com/files/2009/07/normal_dscn4755.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img alt="normal dscn4755 Mysterious Murals and Monuments at the Denver Airport" class="size-full wp-image-971 aligncenter" height="300" src="http://extraordinaryintelligence.com/files/2009/07/normal_dscn4755.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Mysterious Murals and Monuments at the Denver Airport" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;The most intriguing and arguably the most disturbing aspect of the Denver International Airport are its murals.&amp;nbsp; These bizarre paintings seem relatively bright and cheerful at first glance, but upon closer inspection, are quite odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;One of the murals is called “Children of the World Dream of Peace”.&amp;nbsp; Awww, isn’t that nice?&amp;nbsp; Well, it would be, if it weren’t for the fact that the mural depicts genocide, famine, military oppression, and death.&amp;nbsp; Hovering over the “children of the world” is a grotesque alien-like, Nazi-esque,&amp;nbsp; gas mask wearing uniformed figure, who is in the act of spearing the Dove of Peace with a giant sword.&amp;nbsp; He is surrounded by women holding dead babies.&amp;nbsp; There are dead children lying in coffins, and kids with swords wrapped in their nation’s flags.&amp;nbsp; The mural is covered with images of war and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://extraordinaryintelligence.com/files/2009/07/s_12203107351270265.jpg" style="color: #33ff00; 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2: you have a really bad attitude!&lt;br /&gt;
3: your really fugly :)&lt;br /&gt;
4: I feel bad for your child!&lt;br /&gt;
5: you look better on the bench!&lt;br /&gt;
6: you treat your husband like shit!&lt;br /&gt;
7: your shit stinks so stop acting like it doesnt!&lt;br /&gt;
8: Colorado people eat SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;
9: your husband looks like he can be your brother!&lt;br /&gt;
10: THANK GOD YOU LEFT THE WILDCATS!&lt;br /&gt;
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HAVE A VERY BLESSED DAY...GOD LOVES YOU!! WWJD :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;If by WWJD she was meaning, "What Would Jesus Do", then the local book store sells bibles, maybe she should take a gander.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-4953065974359262247?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/4953065974359262247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-funny-not-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/4953065974359262247?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/4953065974359262247?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-funny-not-to-share.html' title='Too Funny Not to Share...'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUARXc4eSp7ImA9WhdXFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-6532322094873831517</id><published>2011-08-28T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:07:24.931-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-28T21:07:24.931-06:00</app:edited><title>To Do? To Done!</title><content type='html'>Do you make to do lists? Is there always that one or two things that do not get done on your list? Well, I have an idea for you. I used to make to do lists, but I was always left&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;when everything didn't get finished that day. I would sit looking at the list unmotivated, because I really just didn't feel like cleaning, or running errands, or whatever it was that needed done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found that there is a new technique that leaves me much more satisfied. I call it a to done list. Or in other words, things I have accomplished today. Instead of worrying about the things that are not finished, compliment yourself on the things that you have done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Sunday, August 28th. Today I have done these things:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaved the dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;8 loads of laundry, even folded!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Gave the dog a bath.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pulled weeds.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Played with the dog, because he is a big baby and drives me nuts when I am doing things.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Swept the floor.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Vacuumed the floor.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Shined the floor (on my hands and knees with a paper towel and febreze, be proud!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dusted the entertainment center and coffee table.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Put dishes away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Washed dishes.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Took the trash out and to the curb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cleaned the rest of the kitchen.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watched part of a movie, but got distracted cleaning!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Had time to write 3 blogs :)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Made dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud of myself. What have you TO DONE today? Try this method, I guarantee you won't be&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;(unless you are lazy haha)&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/7820416104691772823-6532322094873831517?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/6532322094873831517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-do-to-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/6532322094873831517?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/6532322094873831517?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-do-to-done.html' title='To Do? To Done!'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0IAR389fyp7ImA9WhdXFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-8731292362433871514</id><published>2011-08-28T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:32:26.167-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-28T19:32:26.167-06:00</app:edited><title>Got Wood?</title><content type='html'>Wood floors that is... I do, and some times I get irritated with them. Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a chocolate lab, and he sheds. We shaved him not too long ago, but there is still every where. So today I took him out side and buzzed him again with the clippers, then gave him a bath. While he was drying off I decided to try something. But before I reveal it, let me tell you a little more about my floors.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Ups and Downs of Wood Floors:&lt;br /&gt;
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Ups-&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No carpet to vacuum and clean and steam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I can slide around on them in my socks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Easily mopped.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;They look pretty.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My dog has a hard time running on them and always slips, so funny!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dog has long nails and he slides around a lot. (I know, trim his nails)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The dog hair accumulates fast.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I worry about them getting scratched.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I worry about having the baby play on wood floors instead of soft carpet.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at Alysa's house the other day and she was dusting with a product I haven't heard of before. I knew of the company, but didn't know they made a dusting agency. I asked her where she got it and she said she had an extra bottle I could have. Can you guess what it is? It makes the whole house smell delicious and makes the wood in my house shine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Absolute amazingness! I would 100% recommend it to anyone! So today I decided I would try something new with my floor. Alysa said I could spray it down before I mopped and see how that worked. But I swept then vacuumed while Price was drying outside. Then, I got some paper towels and sprayed a section at a time, then wiping it up after. It took a while to do the whole floor like this, but I am so happy with the results. Here is what my floor looks like now:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on, I will be using Febreze Dust and Shine all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-8731292362433871514?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/8731292362433871514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/got-wood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/8731292362433871514?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/8731292362433871514?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/got-wood.html' title='Got Wood?'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxMsv2LjuRk/TlrrZ_QmLII/AAAAAAAAAa0/U6pNOd6U6SU/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EHQHw4eyp7ImA9WhdXFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-3271961232479363643</id><published>2011-08-28T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:13:51.233-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-28T16:13:51.233-06:00</app:edited><title>If You're Offended, Get Over It!</title><content type='html'>"Be nice to your friends, or you are not going to have any here..." Some one told me this the other day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, here is my response to that. I didn't want friends here to begin with. My friends at home are enough for me. I don't need people around me that just stir up the drama. It is completely&amp;nbsp;hilarious&amp;nbsp;to me how there was no drama when I didn't have friends here. Silly how that works. I know I need to be nice, but all the time my husband tells me I should not care what other people think of me. I disagree with that to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a reputation to uphold. I am a Christian and I need to act like it. God will judge me and I should do everything in my power to be the best person I can be. Therefore, I press on, trying to be nice to people.&lt;br /&gt;
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But then I get walked on. No more! I am tired of people in general. I don't need any one here and right now I don't really want to be around any one here either. (EXCEPT MY HUSBAND!) I am tired of constant text and facebook messages. My phone ringing again and again. If I don't answer once, fine... If I don't answer twice, I probably don't want to deal with you. I might come off as a jerk in this post, but I've been pushed to the limit. I just can't stand it right now. I might be pushing people away who want to be my friend, but jeeze!&lt;br /&gt;
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In times like these I take out my Bible and read on. There is hope in the Lord, and I know that I need Him to show me the way. My path is determined by the Lord, my God. I will press on and I will do my best to follow the work He has for me in each trial and each blessing. Lately, the Lord has really blessed my life. I am thankful for my family and especially my husband. So thankful for the friends who I consider family and the support we have here from back home. Praise the Lord for giving us this little bundle of joy that is growing inside me. Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-3271961232479363643?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/3271961232479363643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-youre-offended-get-over-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/3271961232479363643?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/3271961232479363643?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-youre-offended-get-over-it.html' title='If You&apos;re Offended, Get Over It!'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIMSXoyfip7ImA9WhdXFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-2595173181571521285</id><published>2011-08-27T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:16:28.496-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-27T23:16:28.496-06:00</app:edited><title>Ick!</title><content type='html'>Ick, I had a tick! I hate ticks, they are so dirty and nasty and carry diseases! Today I went to get in the shower and found a tick on my left hip. No problem, usually I would just remove it and save it just in case I started getting sick. So I grabbed the tweezers and pulled straight up. It was actually in there REALLY deep and I had to take a second try at it. I finally got the body out when I realized the head was still stuck. UGH! I called Weston at work and he advised me to go to the Urgent Care on post since I am now pregnant. (oh how I love saying that word now).&lt;br /&gt;
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The nurse had to dig the little booger out with a huge needle. When it started bleeding I had to look away, all of a sudden I have a bit of a weak stomach. Here is what a tick looks like in case you didn't know...&lt;br /&gt;
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Better have someone "check you for ticks" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-2595173181571521285?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/2595173181571521285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/ick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2595173181571521285?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2595173181571521285?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/ick.html' title='Ick!'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeMPeC-Gp58/TlnPEZYqSmI/AAAAAAAAAas/sYwSrRmLLas/s72-c/tick-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEEEQH0yfCp7ImA9WhdXFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-825515096901692349</id><published>2011-08-27T11:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:43:21.394-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-27T22:43:21.394-06:00</app:edited><title>Our Peanut</title><content type='html'>I dropped a hint in a previous blog, but if you didn't catch on, then here you go. I will spell it out plain and simple with pictures and if you can't figure it out, you should head back to that classroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEulrzsrcpk/TlkjzaEctkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nOQmq4lKBEg/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEulrzsrcpk/TlkjzaEctkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nOQmq4lKBEg/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A friend of mine REALLY wanted me to take a pregnancy test at her house, but I decided not to, and I would take one when I got home. I was sure that I was pregnant, but didn't want to be&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;if I wasn't. So I waited to do it in the comfort of my own home. Turns out that it was pregnant. I told Weston I needed his help and to come here and he knew right away what I wanted him for. We are so excited! I went to the Clinic on post on the 25th and took a test there so they would have it in the system. Even though I knew I was pregnant, hearing her say so put the biggest smile on my face ever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I should be right around 8 weeks, but the OB office just kept going to an answering machine, so I try calling again Monday to make an appointment. Stay tuned for more updates. I have a belly picture, but the blog hates me and I have to figure out how to upload it without it turning sideways!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to upload all my pictures to the Google Web Albums before putting them on here in order for it to work correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-825515096901692349?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/825515096901692349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-peanut.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/825515096901692349?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/825515096901692349?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-peanut.html' title='Our Peanut'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEulrzsrcpk/TlkjzaEctkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nOQmq4lKBEg/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IEQX8_eyp7ImA9WhdXE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-4049909615594797041</id><published>2011-08-26T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:51:40.143-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-26T15:51:40.143-06:00</app:edited><title>Krista's Session</title><content type='html'>Here are a few more pictures from Krista's maternity photo session. A huge thank you to her for letting me be a part of her shoot!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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She is a great model! I can't wait to take more pictures of her further on in her pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-2287492503824270296?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/2287492503824270296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/maternity-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2287492503824270296?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2287492503824270296?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/maternity-pictures.html' title='Maternity Pictures'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pinWnV8su1M/Tlcj2FyjwLI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FSITpag6aIE/s72-c/IMG_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMAQ3s-cSp7ImA9WhdXE04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-5871162600654672080</id><published>2011-08-25T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:37:22.559-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-25T22:37:22.559-06:00</app:edited><title>Nope!</title><content type='html'>I decided I am going to say nothing more except that I had to press charges on 3 women from my softball team for&amp;nbsp;harassment. In 5 days I will be seeking warrants for their arrests. I have all the evidence I need. I guess they messed with the wrong person. UGH, I hate drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-5871162600654672080?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/5871162600654672080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/nope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/5871162600654672080?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/5871162600654672080?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/nope.html' title='Nope!'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcBQn8_eCp7ImA9WhdXEks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-2052998082386211547</id><published>2011-08-25T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T02:14:13.140-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-25T02:14:13.140-06:00</app:edited><title>Star Light, Star Bright...</title><content type='html'>Do you really want to know what I honestly think? I am sure you might be curious. But then again maybe not. I am debating to write all over this post telling you about the, well, I haven't decided if I am going to tell you all or not. Writing is how I relieve stress; how I disburse my anger. Hate, that is a strong word. But I really hate it when people.... BUT love- that is a strong word as well.. I really really love it when people.... oh yeah, maybe I will tell you. OR maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Think about it and maybe just maybe you will be curious enough for me to post something about all the things that are running through my mind right now. I would tell you what the topic was but that would ruin the fun. Take the little hints and build them up in your mind and let your imagination wander. When you can't figure it out comment on this post and if you convince me, I might just spill the beans.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its good. Or maybe its bad. Will you ever know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-2052998082386211547?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/2052998082386211547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/star-light-star-bright.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2052998082386211547?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2052998082386211547?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/star-light-star-bright.html' title='Star Light, Star Bright...'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMFR30_fCp7ImA9WhdXEkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-2734132204336940509</id><published>2011-08-25T00:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:06:56.344-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-25T00:06:56.344-06:00</app:edited><title>New Contest!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The picture with the most likes will win a 90 minute photo shoot including a cd with all the pictures and 10 edited photos. Tell all of your friends to like my page and vote for your picture. Picture submission will end in 2 weeks, September 8th. Voting will begin on October 8th and end two weeks later on Sept 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-2734132204336940509?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/2734132204336940509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2734132204336940509?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2734132204336940509?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-contest.html' title='New Contest!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMHRHc-eyp7ImA9WhdXEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-1573719951752724935</id><published>2011-08-24T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:00:35.953-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-24T23:00:35.953-06:00</app:edited><title>Rain Makes Corn...</title><content type='html'>Today I was asked to make a proposal to take pictures for a preschool of 104 kids. I am so very excited about this opportunity! It will be the beginning of October and probably have a fall theme. So today we went and practiced with a beautiful 3 year old. Here are some sample pictures, and more to come when I get props. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Contest: Suggest my photography page to your friends on Facebook. Make sure that your friends write on my wall saying that you sent them to the page. The person with the most suggestions will receive a FREE 90 minute photo session of their choice with a cd of all the pictures, full copyrights, and 10 edited pictures. The contest will end when I reach 150 "likes" on my Facebook page. &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/WELLSPHOTOGRAPHY74"&gt;FACEBOOK.COM/WELLSPHOTOGRAPHY74&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Promotion: $50 for a 90 minute photo session of your choice. This will include a cd of all the pictures with full copyrights and 10 edited photos. This will end October 1st.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-1590595919579976800?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/1590595919579976800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/want-free-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/1590595919579976800?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/1590595919579976800?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/want-free-pictures.html' title='Want FREE pictures?'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QARn48eSp7ImA9WhdXEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-7149824929642458273</id><published>2011-08-23T14:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:29:07.071-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-23T14:29:07.071-06:00</app:edited><title>Lake Kyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZORe2_BamQA/TlQMj87SW0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/K3l8oHQJpq4/s320/IMG_0022.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Efismf2wow/TlQLHiJnA7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/q-T3HIbe0X0/s1600/IMG_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Efismf2wow/TlQLHiJnA7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/q-T3HIbe0X0/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My MP of a husband was venturing around Fort Campbell yesterday while there weren't any calls. Him and another MP found a lake in the "back&amp;nbsp;forty" of post. It was dark when they found it, so today we took the dog for a ride. The lake is absolutely beautiful!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-7149824929642458273?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/7149824929642458273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/lake-kyle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/7149824929642458273?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/7149824929642458273?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/lake-kyle.html' title='Lake Kyle'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZORe2_BamQA/TlQMj87SW0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/K3l8oHQJpq4/s72-c/IMG_0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8MQ3k7cSp7ImA9WhdXEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-2167665062861894070</id><published>2011-08-22T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:14:42.709-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-22T17:14:42.709-06:00</app:edited><title>Open for Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I officially opened my photography business today. It is called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wells-Photography/114137778688477"&gt;Wells Photography&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; and if you click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wells-Photography/114137778688477"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HERE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you can view my facebook page. Make sure you "like" it and check out my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am offering a 90 minute session for $50. This will include a cd with all the pictures and full copy rights, plus 10 edited photos. The promotion ends October 1st.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hopefully we will be going to Colorado in November to see friends and family and I am hoping to schedule some photo shoots there as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Engagements, Weddings, Events, Homecomings, Deployments, Family, Pregnancy, Babies, Sports, and everything else you can think of. Visit my &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wells-Photography/114137778688477"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for more details and to schedule a photo shoot!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-2167665062861894070?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/2167665062861894070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/open-for-business.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2167665062861894070?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/2167665062861894070?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/open-for-business.html' title='Open for Business'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITiBxpTlhbY/TlLdyJLmYnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/edGxTc-w_AQ/s72-c/Alysa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D08HQnw_eCp7ImA9WhdQGEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-4697478539629778492</id><published>2011-08-20T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T12:43:53.240-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-20T12:43:53.240-06:00</app:edited><title>Friends for Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Friends for yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;Friends for now.&lt;div&gt;Friends for ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends for never.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What type of friend are you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk the walk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk the talk?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gotta do, what you gotta do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Middle School,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High School,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Married and grown up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immature,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mature,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can that be true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fake friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got your back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or stab you in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which will you do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lie about it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk your trash.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind your back,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To your face,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which will it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends for yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;Friends for now.&lt;div&gt;Friends for ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends for never.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick which you want to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your life there will be people that call themselves your friends. There will be people that really are your friends, and the ones who don't really care about you. Choose your friends wisely. Don't listen to what other's have to say. Because who you trust. As a military wife, I will tell you to keep your true friends from home close, because other military wives who are new in your life, don't&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;care about you. It is sad, it really is. Over time you will find out who your friends are. You will stop talking to the idiots that stab you in the back. You will move up, you will move on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one to have a huge group of friends. I have a few that I keep very close to my heart. They would never say something about me that they haven't already said to my face. You may hate them in the beginning, but then realize how great of a person they really are. Take my best friend, Kaitlynn for example. I know she will always be there for me through thick and thin. How we have come to be such great friends no matter what is another story for another day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-4697478539629778492?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/4697478539629778492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends-for-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/4697478539629778492?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/4697478539629778492?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends-for-never.html' title='Friends for Never'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEHQnkzfip7ImA9WhdQF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-1421980901903999359</id><published>2011-08-18T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:43:53.786-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-18T23:43:53.786-06:00</app:edited><title>Dear Melissa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey Melissa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just wanted to say thank you for all the advice. It meant a lot to me and I really turned to God for support. I finally heard back from my soldier and turns out he was never mad and just busy but I think this wait made me realize how much he really meant to me and I wasn't afraid to tell him anymore. We decided when he comes home we will have to hang out and see how everything goes and decide where to take our relationship from there. This deployment has brought us closer if anything. He was supposed to come home next week but hasn't gotten a date yet so who knows. But as long as he is safe that's all I care about. Again, thanks for listening to me. It is nice to have someone who understands more of what is happening.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;High School Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dear high school friend,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You are more than welcome. I am here when ever you need someone to listen. My husband hasn't deployed yet, but I have friends and family that has. I will offer any knowledge and support that I can. Keep your head up. I have always lived by the statement that what is meant to be will be. God has a plan. In talking to you I have realized that I really need to take my own advice. I need to turn to God in the hard times. The Army life isn't the easiest. Prepare yourself now and if you really like this guy, you are going to have to respect the fact that the Army will take him when ever they want. Lately I have learned that with being an Army Wife, there is also drama! It's almost like being at our high school all over again. Fake friends, liars, but even more, the wives that screw around and cheat on their husbands, and the husbands that do the same. With out trust there is not a relationship and you two should work on building that up before you have a relationship. One of the best pieces of advice I was given when I got married was, "Always stay best friends, never become husband and wife." This can be true in any relationship, be best friends, tell each other everything, and love one another for who they are. Don't let the Army get the best of your friendship and your relationship. Use this deployment to get to know one another better. Talk about anything and everything and work on those communication skills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Best of luck and when he is home, cherish that time together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God Bless,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-1421980901903999359?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/1421980901903999359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-melissa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/1421980901903999359?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/1421980901903999359?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-melissa.html' title='Dear Melissa,'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0UCQHk7cCp7ImA9WhdQFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-332393186173724836</id><published>2011-08-17T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T21:47:41.708-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-17T21:47:41.708-06:00</app:edited><title>Hi ho, Hi ho, Off to Work I Go!</title><content type='html'>After applying for two jobs on post, and interviewing for two of them-- Child Care Assistant, and Administrative Assistant, I was offered the child care position at the Child Development Center (CDC) on post. I began the paper work Monday, which includes a background check of the past 7 years. This will include EVERY job I've held, EVERY place I've lived, and even more... Fun, fun! Not. I also got the TB skin test, that I have to go back in for the 2nd reading tomorrow, which will have been 48 hours later. I still need to get finger printed as well. The job is a flex position, which means I call in every day at 6:30 am to see if I am needed. It is similar to a substitute teaching job. I will work 0-40 hours a week, depending on the student to teacher ratio. I am excited, but am praying for hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow I will go in to apply for a 2nd job at the Commisary bagging groceries. They do not get paid, the job is tips only. However they make very decent money if they are quick on their feet and friendly. Shoot, maybe I will make more there than at the day care. We shall see :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-332393186173724836?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/332393186173724836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-ho-hi-ho-off-to-work-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/332393186173724836?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/332393186173724836?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-ho-hi-ho-off-to-work-i-go.html' title='Hi ho, Hi ho, Off to Work I Go!'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEFQn86eSp7ImA9WhdQEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-3714118479056797187</id><published>2011-08-12T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:16:53.111-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-12T18:16:53.111-06:00</app:edited><title>Long, Long Ago...</title><content type='html'>Heather and I were driving around Fort Campbell, outside the gates, where there is all kinds of training stuff. We came across an old cemetery so we hopped out and went to investigate. There were not a whole lot of head stones but here are the oldest ones there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1bk2BAhVZ8/TkXCJvcYEAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E0aTM-K0t88/s1600/Grave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1bk2BAhVZ8/TkXCJvcYEAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E0aTM-K0t88/s320/Grave.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 months old :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcJdz2z2qus/TkXCKjyKp9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/DdFhdoD0H_c/s1600/grave2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcJdz2z2qus/TkXCKjyKp9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/DdFhdoD0H_c/s320/grave2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born in 1800&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lY6Zg7h49NE/TkXCLEXrmyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/haaAnXa3UV4/s1600/grave3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lY6Zg7h49NE/TkXCLEXrmyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/haaAnXa3UV4/s320/grave3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born in 1806&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-3714118479056797187?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/3714118479056797187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-long-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/3714118479056797187?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/3714118479056797187?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-long-ago.html' title='Long, Long Ago...'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1bk2BAhVZ8/TkXCJvcYEAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E0aTM-K0t88/s72-c/Grave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4ASXg9eip7ImA9WhdQEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820416104691772823.post-1047025179504800814</id><published>2011-08-11T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:22:28.662-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-11T22:22:28.662-06:00</app:edited><title>A Girl &amp; Her Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fJ8SUhpPiU/TkSpfiwhLAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/A98ZGAGZbwk/s1600/Kami4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fJ8SUhpPiU/TkSpfiwhLAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/A98ZGAGZbwk/s400/Kami4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew it wouldn't take very long for Kami to learn to LOVE this horse! As soon as the 4 of us girls all rode she decided it was her turn. Riding at age 2! That is the perfect age to ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBcyThw-5j0/TkSqC_jZixI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6YC8u59STXw/s1600/Kami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBcyThw-5j0/TkSqC_jZixI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6YC8u59STXw/s400/Kami.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O4Fzlg8FKj4/TkSqE1kPdXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0AvWiHjWK2Q/s1600/Kami2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O4Fzlg8FKj4/TkSqE1kPdXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0AvWiHjWK2Q/s400/Kami2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no greater love than a girl and her horse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820416104691772823-1047025179504800814?l=westonmelissawells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/feeds/1047025179504800814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/girl-her-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/1047025179504800814?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820416104691772823/posts/default/1047025179504800814?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonmelissawells.blogspot.com/2011/08/girl-her-horse.html' title='A Girl &amp; Her Horse'/><author><name>Mrs. Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925310956861531423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fJ8SUhpPiU/TkSpfiwhLAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/A98ZGAGZbwk/s72-c/Kami4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>