<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738</id><updated>2026-04-04T02:56:24.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections are what make us BEAUTIFUL...</title><subtitle type='html'>I don&#39;t know what you believe, or what you think of what you see, but this is a part of me - what I do and who I am - all my impurities are right here on my sleeve.&#xa;&#xa;THIS IS ME.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-8192058969830095034</id><published>2011-09-22T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:24:40.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Back Down...</title><content type='html'>I know it has been awhile since I have had any decent/significant posts - or what most would classify as pertinent posts - but since I lost Lexi there have been MANY other things going on in my life that unfortunately have kept me from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the bright side I just got to celebrate a birthday surrounded by GREAT FRIENDS who appreciate me for who I am and don&#39;t have glorified false expectations about who I should be, how I should act, or more significantly how they BELIEVE I NEED to act towards them and don&#39;t try to define our friendships on a selfish scale.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, Sunday I will be done with my first degree in school finishing up with a fairly decent GPA. It&#39;s an accomplishment and stepping stone in life and in my educational goals. Yay! haha&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, I do hope to get back to the blogging life - I love the outlet it gives me to express myself, feelings, and thoughts and as always I will continue to do so without caring what others think or say. I KNOW that there are those out there who read this blog just to &quot;keep tabs&quot; on my life or so they have some kind of gossip to talk about with their &quot;best friends&quot; even though there is a claim to not ever care about what I have to say. If you don&#39;t care about what I have to say, or what my thoughts are, or care to read about the meals I make or whatever then just stop - but some can&#39;t - its an addiction: my life that is. Sorry it&#39;s not more entertaining for you or&amp;nbsp; that you can&#39;t have it....&lt;br /&gt;
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the one thing I will &lt;i&gt;NEVER&lt;/i&gt; do : I WILL NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR TELLING THE TRUTH. &lt;br /&gt;
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Some might argue that truth is relative - or want to to deny the &quot;truth&quot; I tell - unfortunately if anyone pays attention to the grounds and evidence the truth I speak about is based on -- well then people will know who actually knows and can face the reality of these truths and has no problem exposing the fraudulent stories that have been spread.....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8192058969830095034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-back-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/8192058969830095034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/8192058969830095034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-back-down.html' title='Never Back Down...'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-6216636138329095043</id><published>2011-09-19T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:16:03.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New...</title><content type='html'>D.R.A.M.A. - (D)esperately (R)eaching (A)fter (M)ore (A)ttention.&lt;br /&gt;
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A person hates you for 1 of 3 reasons. 1) They want to be you. 2) They hate themselves. 3) They see you as a threat.&lt;br /&gt;
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 </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6216636138329095043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothing-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6216636138329095043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6216636138329095043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New...'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-223186172991462757</id><published>2011-08-17T19:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:41:39.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQG8Y8NHYtzY9V8yYXNXMgLeA3Jik89gplUQglhHiSIb5IEO8q44CFwRbFnodoszmLRicmn60fmmoW_lUPXR0SWBQsRxYhv01I0Le_uAK0ltaA0YHnZpdJGV05aVPNY58gxaHQ0kplVgc/s1600/DSCF8225.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQG8Y8NHYtzY9V8yYXNXMgLeA3Jik89gplUQglhHiSIb5IEO8q44CFwRbFnodoszmLRicmn60fmmoW_lUPXR0SWBQsRxYhv01I0Le_uAK0ltaA0YHnZpdJGV05aVPNY58gxaHQ0kplVgc/s320/DSCF8225.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday&amp;nbsp;August 16, 2011 --&amp;nbsp;I lost my baby girl, Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpPvVnnKi6V_UNjx3qI1O3VITFvhK9aXDTtuC-jjW83SiP05UiKpJgwXHZnOxXzzS-ex3fto87EoGY792LyNgm5Jbnc0dYyX4dkEsvJjgSzmON6JdiveYvb_wHkPs925wB5_lISWssrQ/s1600/DSCF8211.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpPvVnnKi6V_UNjx3qI1O3VITFvhK9aXDTtuC-jjW83SiP05UiKpJgwXHZnOxXzzS-ex3fto87EoGY792LyNgm5Jbnc0dYyX4dkEsvJjgSzmON6JdiveYvb_wHkPs925wB5_lISWssrQ/s320/DSCF8211.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I arrived home from work a little before 5pm. I came in to find my  dog laying in a corner shaking like she does when there is a thunderstorm - so I  knew she was spooked but didn&#39;t find to super strange. What worried me was when  I went to coax her out she wouldn&#39;t come. Finally, I grabbed her leash to see if  I could get her outside to go to the bathroom and when I did so I noticed  something was wrong. Lexi was favoring her right front paw and it would only  touch the ground if she was laying down. She wouldn&#39;t put any weight on it when  she would go to &quot;try&quot; and walk even if she was just sitting she held it back. I  became a little panicky and nervous because she had been inside all day and  never has any problems or acted hurt, AND she showed no real reaction when I  went to touch the &quot;hurt&quot; paw. When I reached a vet they told me to bring her in  as soon as I could and that there would be a vet &quot;on call&quot; for emergencies I  could see before he left for the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once we arrived to the vet Lexi was extremely skiddish and nervous, more so  than an average dog,  but the way she reacted wasn&#39;t abnormal for her. When we  were finally in with the vet he took a look and noticed she has a real red and  open sore on her foot from where she had excessively been licking and chewing at  her paw. (PREFACE: my dog had REAL sensitive skin and allergies so it would get  irritated time to time - again she never showed any abnormal signs of reactions  to any of it)&lt;br /&gt;
The vet gave her two injections - one to help with any possible bacteria from  her &quot;licking wounds&quot; and a shot of cortisone to help ease her desire to lick and  bite at her own skin..Along with this he prescribed some shampoo, some medicated  lotion, and an antibiotic - she seemed to be doing better we checked out and  headed home.&lt;br /&gt;
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We currently only live literally 2-3 minutes from the vet we saw, and the vet  our puppy Max sees. As we were turning into the townhouse complex where we are  currently living - I turned to see Lexi preparing to vomit. Lexi has never liked  cars but she also has never had any kind of motion sickness or vomited in a car  so I knew this was weird. I also remember thinking it looks like she is almost  &quot;convulsing&quot; before she vomited - it was the first and really only word to  describe what I was seeing but it wasn&#39;t anything violent or disturbing I just  knew something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we got to the house and parked I was getting back on the phone trying to  reach the vet to make sure everything was alright and this was potentially a  normal reaction to one of the shots she had received.  (Meanwhile C was  working to get Lexi out of the truck come to find out he laid her on the ground  - she had gone COMPLETELY limp) He [the vet] said it was okay, it might have  been a reaction just watch her and if she gets sick again or anything changes to  call him back -&amp;nbsp;I had barely hung up the phone when things all of a sudden got  worse. Lexi had appeared to now - after vomiting and her breathing/panting was  loud and rapid/irregular - lost control of her bowel movements - she was laying  eyes open barely appearing to &quot;be there&quot; covered in vomit and well you get it -  and it started to smell funny - more than an average dog poop.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lost it, we didn&#39;t know what was happening - C called the vet who said  to clean her up best we can at get right back to the vet. So we did. We had to  place a towel under Lexi and lift her as if she were on a stretcher to get her  back into the truck. We kept her on that towel for the ride - no change -  got  to the vet had to bring her inside the same way. One she was in the exam room I  had to excuse myself for a minute because I was barely hanging on - here is my  baby girl - like a child to me - laying helplessly, limply in the vet  office and I can&#39;t do a thing for her. As I came back into the exam room I heard  the word seizure - I don&#39;t remember who said it, and I didn&#39;t hear the  conversation but the vet had at that point left the room because of another  arrival of an emergency - in came someone to stay with us and Lexi - at that  point after some attempts by her to have supportive conversing I realized that  Lexi was actually in the middle of experiencing a seizure - and it could last up  to 30 minutes or longer&amp;nbsp;with really nothing we could do for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Lexi started to come too the next step  was to make sure we got her temp  to come down  as well (she came back in with 104.8 we left after she hovered  right over 102) she began to drop initially then hover so they brought in ice  packs and covered her with them to try and accelerate the lowering of her  temperature. Once she began to be more alert and act more normal everyone  thought she was out of the woods. The vet attributed the seizure to  being  overwhelmed with anxiety and a high temperature. So after she showed signs of  improvement he sent us on our way, told us to keep her cool and calm in a dim  area because her eyes were still slightly dilated and to make sure to call him  if anything else happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got home at this point a little before 8pm. We laid Lexi down in the  kitchen where the tile was cool and so she would have easy access to her water  and food (if wanted) when she began to get her strength back. For a good 10  minutes or so Lexi really didn&#39;t show any signs of getting better or back to  normal. We assumed her poor muscles were exhausted from the seizure and it was  just going to take time. She&#39;d start to try lifting her head and it would fall  back (we made sure to get a towel there so she wasn&#39;t banging it against the  floor) so we knew her muscle strength just wasn&#39;t there yet. Max, he came and  laid in the kitchen with her and at one point she even was able to lift and hold  her head up long enough for some water and we thought she was going to be just  fine - a little more time and she&#39;d be okay - tired, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;
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We we wrong. Lexi appeared to be fine, her breathing/panting was no longer  labored just normal but she started to get that dazed look again but more sleepy  not open eyes like earlier with her seizure - next thing we know there is this  terrible smell - Lexi lost her bowels again and the concern this second time was  the amount that came from her and because it was a reddish tint -&amp;nbsp;I thought she  was bleeding. I immediately called the vet again to let him know what happened -  he said if she&#39;s still somewhat responsive clean her up, keep an eye on her and  bring her in again fist ting in the morning for some tests - it was another  seizure and unfortunately we would just have to wait for her to &quot;come to.&quot;  Again, not as soon as I had hung up the phone Lexi got worse - she had become  unconscious. She was now almost cold and clammy to touch - real pale coloring in  her mouth and her jaw was locked. The ONLY sign of life was her breathing. Again  I was in a pure panic - she had lost consciousness and was having a second  seizure -&amp;nbsp;I knew this wasn&#39;t right - this wasn&#39;t good -&amp;nbsp;so C called the vet he  told us to meet him back at the office it would take him about 15 min but he  would be there.&lt;br /&gt;
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We once again got Lexi cleaned up and using a towel as a stretcher got her  into the truck. We got to the vet and just sat there praying she&#39;d wake up or  come out of it while we waiting for the vet to arrive. Once he arrived we got  her inside and he had us skip the exam room and take her straight into the back  and put her on a table. He gave her a shot of Epinephrine to get her heart going  and bring her to - she had no real reaction to her shot. He decided the next  best thing was to get her on oxygen and start an IV of fluids to keep her  hydrated and okay until she came out of this seizure. At this point he told us  there was nothing much we could do - leave her here over night he would care for  her and come back in the morning. He did inform us before we left that the  prognosis wasn&#39;t looking good, and to be prepared - he would do all that he  could - but come morning she might not make it.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s it - I lost it. Here is my dog - my PUPPY not even three years old  yet hanging on to dear life and I have to leave her - helpless and hooked to up to  machines and an IV. Forget any chance of sleep just tears and pure agony/anxiety  for morning to come. We got back home this time about 10pm - I couldn&#39;t eat,  couldn&#39;t sleep - I felt so numb. Everywhere I looked reminded me of her - I  slept in short bursts nothing to really qualify as sleep - if my eyes were  closed I was dreaming of her, if I was awake I could only think of her. I was  full of anxiety fear and tears...&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up about 745am from my last attempt at sleep - I got up and began to  get ready for the day - almost excited at 9am we were to be at the vet for Lexi,  and neither my nor C&#39;s phone had rung with that dreaded call from the vet  that Lexi hadn&#39;t made it. I thought positive thoughts&amp;nbsp;too soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was upstairs finishing up getting ready I head C&#39;s phone ring .. I  froze, my heart stopped. I ran out and downstairs to ask if that was the vet. He  said &quot;no&quot; - RELIEF. I got back upstairs finish getting ready - what I didn&#39;t  know is that the number that called C was one he didn&#39;t recognize but they  left a voice-mail and at this point he was listening to it. I come down stairs  C is now up getting ready for what I assumed - like myself so we could go  pick my my Lexi, my baby girl! I sat on the couch anxiously awaiting so we could  go....&lt;br /&gt;
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C&amp;nbsp;came into the living room and sat down next to me. He only said 4 words  - &quot;I have bad news&quot; - that was it I was already gone before he finished uttering  those words and I was a mess. I couldn&#39;t think, couldn&#39;t function my world was  crumbling down - how could she be gone? What went wrong? She was too young. She  was never sick. Why were  there no warning signs? We were SO CLOSE to bringing  her back home! Questions and confusion filled my mind. &quot;I want to go.&quot; I told  C I wanted to go with him to see the doctor and hear what happened. (part of  me wishes I never went, part of me is glad I had the strength to go)&lt;br /&gt;
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I gathered myself best I could and our two minute commute felt like two  hours... I feel like we had to sit in the waiting room for hours with the poor  vet assistants and receptionists looking at us with so much pity - part of me  didn&#39;t care - part of me didn&#39;t want to even continue attempting to hold myself  together. A nurse/assistant (I don&#39;t know what their job titles are) came to get  us she handed me Lexi&#39;s pink collar, we went  into the vet&#39;s office. He  proceeded to explain that Lexi did recover from the seizure she was having when  we left, even got up to look around (all I could think of was her looking for me  and scared when she thought she was all alone) but then a third seizure hit, and  despite his effort the vet couldn&#39;t save her - she had passed away...&lt;br /&gt;
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I still don&#39;t know how I am - I am in shock - I don&#39;t understand and the vet  cannot provide answers. I keep hoping I am going to wake up and this is all just  a nightmare-but there is the part of me still here in reality that knows it&#39;s  not going to happen. With time C and I will be okay - we will get past  everything, but as with any kind of grief the only thing that is going to  help in the long run will be time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I greatly appreciate EVERYONE&#39;S kind words and the thoughts and prayers for  myself and C during this difficult time. Some have asked - there really  isn&#39;t anything specific anyone can do - but the offers are appreciated and if  you feel the desire to do anything we wont ask for it but you won&#39;t be turned  away either. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the care, concern, and  understanding people have provided........&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/223186172991462757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-loving-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/223186172991462757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/223186172991462757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-loving-memory.html' title='In loving memory'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQG8Y8NHYtzY9V8yYXNXMgLeA3Jik89gplUQglhHiSIb5IEO8q44CFwRbFnodoszmLRicmn60fmmoW_lUPXR0SWBQsRxYhv01I0Le_uAK0ltaA0YHnZpdJGV05aVPNY58gxaHQ0kplVgc/s72-c/DSCF8225.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-7383887906621989797</id><published>2011-07-13T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:43:26.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Endeavors</title><content type='html'>So in my last post when I said there wasn&#39;t too much new going on in life - well I failed to mention on small aspect that is beiginning to hopefully pick up pace in my life and that is my new endeavor as an entrepreneur!&lt;br /&gt;
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See, about a 15 months ago when I came home from basic training for the Army  (National Guard) I was introduced and tried a product which gave me  outstanding results in only 45 minutes! I personally couldn&#39;t believe  it..I had just spent the last 5-6 months of getting my butt kicked with  the Army and I get home and this product was still able in 45 minutes to  shed almost 2 full inches off my waist/mid section. I had a hard time  believing it but it worked! As I got more interested and knowledgeable  on the company and the products is provides I was hooked. I didn&#39;t  become very vocal about it because I wasn&#39;t sure how some people would  react, but with the people I did share it with seemed to have some  interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even those of you who do not leave near me or out of state - you can still still contact me and we will get you educated because I get  get you hooked up with someone closer to your hear and even set up an order if interested all over the phone!&lt;br /&gt;
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I found a new job that I know I am going to enjoy MUCH more than my last job. I actually never &quot;disliked&quot; my previous job here in TN, there just happened to be some mis-communication which resulted in me needing to find something new and I found something entirely different but its much more&amp;nbsp;physically&amp;nbsp;demanding (for now until I settle in a little more) and so much more fast paced. I enjoy it still the same, I like the fast pace, I like the interaction with many different people throughout my day and it&#39;s the first job in a LONG time where I don&#39;t come home angry or stressed out every night dreading my next day!&lt;br /&gt;
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As for outside work, life hasn&#39;t been too crazy. Max is getting bigger by the minute and at only 5 months he is close to 60 lbs - which is almost as heavy as Lexi!! He has started getting more &quot;puppy&quot; energy seeings as how for the first few months we had him he was very laid back, and chill. We thought uh oh we will have to work to get him enough exercise because he never plays! He has, however, become so much more active and while we are happy to see that sometimes it can be overwhelming when he gets those huge energy burst at the end of the day when all mom and dad want to do is chill out!&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, asides from work and the fur-babies we have its a pretty average life. Both C and I work each day (I still have some schooling to finished up and get through but after working and going to school full time for the last year and a half I&#39;m slowing it down a bit.. ) we come home, enjoy each other&#39;s company, eat dinner, go to sleep and&amp;nbsp;repeat&amp;nbsp;the next day. We do both very much enjoy getting together with the great friends we have here and look&amp;nbsp;forward&amp;nbsp;to taking the&amp;nbsp;advantage of having the&amp;nbsp;turn to host friends and parties/get-together&#39;s&amp;nbsp;when the chances arises.&lt;br /&gt;
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Asides from that there is nothing too exciting left to talk about/mention - I do have some rants and raves of the usual kind, you know: the liars and hypocrites and backstabbing - but I&#39;m in a rather good mood and you can only beat a dead horse for so long (or at least until a fire is lit under me again) .. and we will hopefully have word of some exciting news here in the near future so I am not going to ruin my mood or day on other peoples pettiness!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2534176971555116619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/2534176971555116619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/2534176971555116619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&#39;s been awhile..'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-8796907661509041077</id><published>2011-06-27T10:21:00.042-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:20:21.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C&amp;K: Our Story</title><content type='html'>I realize that not all who care to know may not actually know the love story between myself and C. However, it has also come to my attention previously and I was lately reminded again, that some people have been told a falsified version of this &quot;love story.&quot; So for those who might be interested I am here to set the record straight and tell the true story of how I met the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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It all began back in 2008. I was in my Senior year of high school, in the midst of soccer season, worked an after school night/weekend job and was about a month away from graduation when my life made a significant change for the best. At the time I had a GREAT friend. We often hung out together and did everything together. We &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; best friends or I believed that at the time. I learned that April there was an older sibling (a boy) of this friend for whatever unknown (still) reason I&#39;m not sure why I never &quot;knew&quot; about him. Either I missed it in a conversation once and it was never a discussion since or it was simply as I believed never really mentioned but perhaps in passing. Well I was informed that he was going to be in town for two weeks visiting her and her family on his R&amp;amp;R &quot;leave&quot; from his current deployment with the Army to Afghanistan. I took that as an understanding I may not see her as often as I normally had, but that was not problem I totally understood her wanting to spend that short time with her brother and family.&lt;br /&gt;
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To make a long story and description short, she invited me over one night to hang out, I showed up in jeans, a hoodie, and my glasses after a soccer practice one night and much to my surprise her brother was there at the apartment and that was our first introduction to one another. And as expected like in more stories &quot;the rest was history.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I learned later that night after I left that her brother had chosen to stick around that night because he had heard her talk about me and she had shown him pictures and he was attracted to me and interested in meeting me. And so that night was the beginning of the matchmaking turn relationship to occur over the next 14ish days.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Yes, it did happen super fast and most people would think especially for such a decision to be made it might seem absurd or unreal or flat out CRAZY but here I am more than three years later sharing my love story...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So after that first night we met, I was kind of surprised and shocked that this guy had taken a liking to me. ME? really, WHY? is what I had to ask. Throughout the rest of his two weeks in America we spent every minute we could together. I would go by after school/soccer/ and work were finished for the day so I could spend time at the apartment not only with him but his sister, MY FRIEND as well. Over this time our interest in each other grew along with he help of the matchmaking from his sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember one instance of a set up his sister arranged for us, and at the time I got so upset that she had gone through with her plan but it worked out in the end. I had an away soccer match one of the first days after I had met C and had already made arrangements to hang out afterwards with my friend. Well she slyly decided to tell me here is C&#39;s number in case you cant reach me call him when you get back from you game to be picked up. (See at the time both my brother D and I were driving but only had one car - since I had a soccer game away and took the bus with the team he had the car for work..)&lt;br /&gt;
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Well I ended up calling C because his sister refused to answer her phone and I couldn&#39;t sit around much longer waiting to be picked up. I was so&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;and was feeling super shy, but with all these awkward matchmaking plans and my willingness to cave into them brought C and I to where we are today.&lt;br /&gt;
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When those two weeks ended I felt like they had been a month, a year or even longer. I knew this man was who I was meant to be with, I knew that this was going to be the start of something wonderful, something&amp;nbsp;amazing&amp;nbsp; something special! We spent the next 8 months of our relationship getting to know each other better and growing together via emails back and forth and &amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;phone call I would thankfully and luckily&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;Afghanistan....and here we are more than three years and another deployment apart later still more in love than ever with our love growing and getting stronger with each day!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know the story may not be the most romantic or a little &quot;short and to the point&quot; but that is how it really happened. Sure there are other details here and there that might be those &quot;aww&quot; sweet moments but in those quick two weeks, and then over the next 8 months apart they were also personal moments and I respect not only myself but the idea and concept of privacy for C and anyone else involved during those times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there are questions about anything that did or didn&#39;t happen during the meeting and MATCHMAKING of C and I, I don&#39;t mind answering any questions about&amp;nbsp;discrepancy, as I might remind people I wrote this entry to set the&amp;nbsp;record&amp;nbsp;straight because of the lie and falsified information on how C and I became a couple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who&amp;nbsp;trulystory&amp;nbsp;of how C and I met or got together did not happen because set out to &quot;hit on,&quot; &quot;seduce,&quot; or &quot;hook up&quot; with the man I am with and the&amp;nbsp;man&amp;nbsp;that I love, nor would I engage in that kind of activity or &quot;man hunting.&quot; However, there are some people don&#39;t want to admit and take responsibility for&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;actions and the role they partook in bringing C and I together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this man, I will always love this man. AND regardless of if others want to spread lies about us, or &quot;hate&quot; us for some unknown reason or don&#39;t want to support our love for one another is not going to stop us from having a life of our own. I just want people to know the TRUTH,&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;when I know there has been misguidance involving the story about mine and C&#39;s relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8796907661509041077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/c-our-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/8796907661509041077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/8796907661509041077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/c-our-story.html' title='C&amp;K: Our Story'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-537263330942740282</id><published>2011-06-14T22:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:16:03.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.::.A Second Memorial Day.::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;This story begins much earlier than last week when a good friend shared a link with me on facebook about a fallen Marine and the expected protest by Westboro Baptist Church members at his funeral. The talk was to get a group together to go in support, but literally I wasn&#39;t sure if I would go until I woke up on Monday morning. I felt selfish for not jumping at the opportunity to go in support and though&amp;nbsp; I wasn&#39;t sure about going still, all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; I could think about was Sgt. Kevin B Balduf, and his family, children and, wife who were left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Yesterday, a fallen Marine,&amp;nbsp; Sgt. Kevin Balduf was remembered by his family, friends, and strangers from across the country, at Woodmont Church in Nashville, TN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;My  day started catching a&amp;nbsp; Rural Metro ambulances serving as a shuttle bus  between the fairgrounds (for parking) and the church. Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;tside the church  a couple thousand individuals who didn&#39;t know this young hero still gathered in his honor. Yesterday there were only Americans on those church grounds no one saw gender, race, religion just true Red, White and Blue AMERICANs. This was the day we all had something in common; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;What did we have in common?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We  had flags and American Pride.  Big flags, little flags, middle sized flags.  Flags on  shirts, hats, bikes, cars, taped to ambulance antennas and we bonded on the feeling  that this was where we had to be.  Our being there was, in part, due to  the threat the well known (for not so popular reasons) Westboro Baptist Church. We were not there to cause a  fight, although many of us had boiling blood running through our veins; but because Kevin&#39;s family needed our love and our protection and Kevin&#39;s family  still needed to know he was appreciated, respected and honored for his  ultimate sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;
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I expected to spend a day planning to be hot, tired,  and sweaty.  What I didn&#39;t expect was to have what seemed like dozens of  Marines walking up and down the lines, shaking everyone&#39;s hand and  saying thank you to the &quot;ordinary citizens&quot;.  I didn&#39;t expect to see Kevin&#39;s family and  friends walking down the long lines and among the groups of supporters shaking thier hands  with each person and saying &quot;Thank you for beng here&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;veryone was sharing water and lunches  back and forth.  It absolutely was an atmosphere where if an issue came  up, the only response on everyone&#39;s lips was &quot;What can I do to help?&quot;   There were lots of kids present, but not one meltdown.  It was like a  Sunday afternoon at a big family reunion with all the family  hanging out and visiting.  The whole atmosphere was one of calm,  dedication and purpose paired with love and cheerfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UtORkWOeBwsnpY9HmhDXV4YHboAaKNpBJKLmEDs0PXBgAMTqC_O_1taYzTWKV838FLJJQeRTWJaAt3bk5PEwjxwRI2E5n82zQuBApfdEKchlZrsu8MTzwxjzQmJfXX7d5aQrIY8nVak/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UtORkWOeBwsnpY9HmhDXV4YHboAaKNpBJKLmEDs0PXBgAMTqC_O_1taYzTWKV838FLJJQeRTWJaAt3bk5PEwjxwRI2E5n82zQuBApfdEKchlZrsu8MTzwxjzQmJfXX7d5aQrIY8nVak/s320/IMG_0373.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjoIX_iPylbE0qLGliR3ijcVRaJA0KwA-zU47ZF_AnEYhQYo5V09h0jwpWv3AvDhsl5zhGBh3aO9CHCoINfOJ8pMCYTCbFdCPyp42kHctPB6YMoqpl0SNLzIeImqsc0AZm91AnoUf7sk/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjoIX_iPylbE0qLGliR3ijcVRaJA0KwA-zU47ZF_AnEYhQYo5V09h0jwpWv3AvDhsl5zhGBh3aO9CHCoINfOJ8pMCYTCbFdCPyp42kHctPB6YMoqpl0SNLzIeImqsc0AZm91AnoUf7sk/s320/IMG_0369.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbUuzvO_-3Q9LtESzwrYop7IwrpdLZ4lZ1_8rsldG7AIWoxwscadpKY6HRn1PEov20SPNzUzBvISt6djbjLfdpm03Bv1CFYd445PSn5r63jfyLgkFhO-_BDR8c2md45gVC_8FBCjEHfwg/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbUuzvO_-3Q9LtESzwrYop7IwrpdLZ4lZ1_8rsldG7AIWoxwscadpKY6HRn1PEov20SPNzUzBvISt6djbjLfdpm03Bv1CFYd445PSn5r63jfyLgkFhO-_BDR8c2md45gVC_8FBCjEHfwg/s320/IMG_0378.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Around   1pm you could hear motorcycles in the distance and before you knew it  there were 300+ motorcycles pulling up to help with the counter protest.  This is also about the time traffic starts coming to a stop  in both directions from people rubber necking and even a few pulling  over to ask what was going on. Around 2pm word  was getting out that WBC were on the way to the small section the city  granted them for a 45 minute protest permit. Upon the arrival of the  like the 3 people from WBC who managed to show up I contemplated  following the crowd going to confront these people (mostly our of  curiosity to see these people first hand) or stay where I was. As I  walked up to where the crowd was gathering my heart started to race and  my anger started to  surface. I&#39;m not sure what I was expecting to see  (and in a crowd where I&#39;m like barely 5&#39;3 it was hard to see) but when I  finally saw them it all I felt was anger and somewhat of a surprise.  All that had shown up from Westboro was two older women and a young  teenage boy to spread their hatred.&amp;nbsp; Also, to my surprise was their  &quot;protest,&quot; they didn&#39;t speak, just held their signs and disappeared  almost as quickly as they showed up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;During  this gathering someone started shouting USA USA USA! Which then of  course turned into  a full blown chorus of everyone in the area joining in&amp;nbsp; with the  bikes joining in with revving their engines just a few feet away. All  pushing toward one goal. To let them know that when you come to  Nashville to protest  against one of our own you had better bring your &quot;a game.&quot; As true  Americans should we take care of our own. Once they were gone people  started to file back to their respective spots on the roads and started  to wave their flags again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3iUJE1NTLgpiJKHx0RzMMq3UlvU29cubozaQT1dNaH4XSp-H8vAcpYxGyIGRooMisjV8NzxK2KMw5jkqwjoGbCmpWidBsfot3hwIjhtrBEbgqxD3kiiRhIwhdAftumzOeCP_NjwUh5A/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3iUJE1NTLgpiJKHx0RzMMq3UlvU29cubozaQT1dNaH4XSp-H8vAcpYxGyIGRooMisjV8NzxK2KMw5jkqwjoGbCmpWidBsfot3hwIjhtrBEbgqxD3kiiRhIwhdAftumzOeCP_NjwUh5A/s320/IMG_0380.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;As an proud American, as sister to a new Marine, and the lucky girlfriend of an American Soldier and I am happy to say and feel absolutely proud to have been a very small part of a very big effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/537263330942740282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/second-memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/537263330942740282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/537263330942740282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/second-memorial-day.html' title='.::.A Second Memorial Day.::.'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRf-S0b8WqGBJkw5UBMWtBjISrrq9O7tIYAS0xwugVvf9TUC1z1IQNKcISKglQ2-ijYIfYarTOM59UU2ZYZgA1P3cOM-S73ITb_2zxjcrlSTX7nVJ98RMp9heSsCUoRo5dNrkcmXaTxQc/s72-c/IMG_0361.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-6115224633412393554</id><published>2011-06-12T00:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T11:59:30.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is ME</title><content type='html'>If you don&#39;t like what I have to say - then don&#39;t read it...&lt;br /&gt;
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This blog is MINE. I write here because it is my outlet. I don&#39;t write for anyone else but myself. I choose to leave this blog public for those who wish to read it because they are interested in something I might happen to write about. I don&#39;t write and leave it public for intentional offense or to direct anything at anyone. These are my thoughts pure, raw, and uncut. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you do not like what I have to write about, or if you are offended by anything I write about then simply don&#39;t read my blog. I will not now, nor ever, apologize for being myself. If you are going to be paranoid or think everything I write is about you or someone you know, and then you feel a need to comment on such stuff - again the simple solution is to not read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is my space, and this is my outlet for me -- no one else. If you have a genuine interest in what I might happen to say from time to time then great, you are more than welcome to enjoy my blog. If you are reading to get riled up, or to stalk what my thoughts and opinions are -- only to assume they are about you or someone else you know then -&gt; the choice to read is yours. I can&#39;t make you stop reading just like I&#39;m not gonna stop writing because you don&#39;t support or agree with my statement/opinions/feelings. That isn&#39;t my problem it happens to be yours and only yours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6115224633412393554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6115224633412393554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6115224633412393554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-me.html' title='This is ME'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-7607708207863106322</id><published>2011-06-09T15:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:06:05.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone explain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;So I am just curious if this doesn&#39;t make sense to anyone else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;How does someone tell you they no longer can be your friend on facebook because they don&#39;t wanna see what groups you like or approve/want to see some of the things in your statuses?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;((EXAMPLE song lyrics which had the word &quot;hell&quot; in it))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;But then that same person can send out an email with such colorful language as this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;That&#39;s right bitch it&#39;s real!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;dumb ass&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;this shit anymore.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;Leave me the hell alone&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;I am fed up with your bullshit and will not tolerate it anymore&quot; &amp;lt;--- this is particularly interesting since I tried civilly speaking with this individual about 8 months ago and got no response and until this little wack-out hadn&#39;t heard a thing from them or interacted with them .. so I&#39;m unsure of &quot;my BS&quot; they are referring to..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I mean is it just me or does that seem a bit hypocritical?&amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t get me wrong here, I could care less if you want to be my facebook friend, or my friend in real life - that decision is yours I&#39;m gonna be my real self either way. This isn&#39;t a post about &quot;facebook&quot; and being too attached to it - but to shine light on the absolute &quot;fakeness&quot; of people when they hide behind a computer screen and social networking sites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve touched on hypocrisy and my feelings about it before, but usually people don&#39;t blatantly provide such a clear example and proof?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I mean don&#39;t be so against something and so anti-something and then turn around do the same things you just &amp;nbsp;condemned someone for?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Some people just will never be able to show their true colors without finding themselves in lies and hypocritical acts - that much is obvious. I just don&#39;t get it - are you going to practice what you preach or preach what you don&#39;t practice because you know all the right things to say but don&#39;t know how to live that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;...and you call yourself a christian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7607708207863106322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/can-anyone-explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/7607708207863106322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/7607708207863106322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/can-anyone-explain.html' title='Can anyone explain?'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-5709694084179617906</id><published>2011-06-08T11:58:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:27:13.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dr. jekyll &amp; MRS. hyde</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: I am not a doctor, so what I have to say is not intended to diagnose or treat any certain individual(s); however, I am studying Psychology at a UNIVERSITY working towards obtaining an actual &lt;i&gt;4-year &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;college degree&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, that&#39;s right; whether you choose to believe it or not just because it takes you 4 years to complete a program at a community college does not mean you can actually posses a &lt;u&gt;bachelor&#39;s&lt;/u&gt; degree when you &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; graduate - community colleges do NOT have four-year degree programs.. SORRY!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp; back to my point, I am not saying I am qualified to diagnose, but I am qualified to know and understand what I am talking about....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;meta-content&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.3846em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 18px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;Borderline personality disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;subtitle&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -0.5em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Borderline personality disorder is a condition in which people have long-term patterns of unstable or turbulent emotions, such as feelings about themselves and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;subtitle&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -0.5em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;subtitle&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -0.5em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;These inner experiences often cause them to take impulsive actions and have chaotic relationships. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;[such as ending relationships abruptly for no actual reason]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;body-content whole_rhythm&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.3846em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.3846em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;section&quot; id=&quot;adam_000935.disease.causes&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;hnav&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.2307em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.125; margin-bottom: 0.5625em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.125em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;Causes, incidence, and risk factors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;The causes of borderline personality disorder (BPD) are unknown. Genetic, family, and social factors are thought to play roles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Risk factors for BPD include&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Abandonment in childhood or adolescence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Disrupted family life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Poor communication in the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;This personality disorder tends to occur more often in women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;section&quot; id=&quot;adam_000935.disease.symptoms&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;hnav&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.2307em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.125; margin-bottom: 0.5625em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.125em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;Symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;People with BPD are often uncertain about their identity. As a result, their interests and values may change rapidly. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;[and often]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;People with BPD also tend to see things in terms of extremes, such as either all good or all bad. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;[there are no grey areas in life and they tend to constantly switch sides and views on social, moral, religious and political issues] &lt;/span&gt;Their views of other people may change quickly.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt; [and often; even switching between individuals they hate then like again ]&lt;/span&gt; A person who is looked up to one day may be looked down on the next day. These suddenly shifting feelings often lead to intense and &lt;i&gt;unstable relationships&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other symptoms of BPD include&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Fear of being abandoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Feelings of emptiness and boredom&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;[usually blamed on other people for not being interested enough in their life]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Frequent displays of inappropriate anger &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;[often at other people, deciding to hate or dislike them with no incident or real reason besides what is conjured in their own head]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Intolerance of being alone &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;[always has to find someone to fill that &quot;best friend&quot; role and demands much attention and time to qualify being a good friend but not giving any of that &quot;best friend-ness&quot; back in return]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #985735; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;section&quot; id=&quot;adam_000935.disease.treatment&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;[like alcohol or drug addiction the first step is acceptance because first reactions on learning about their issue is going to be denial...]&lt;/span&gt; Many types of individual talk therapy, such as dialectical behavioral therapy (DBT), can successfully treat BPD.In some cases, medications can help level mood swings and treat depression or other disorders that may occur with this condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;section&quot; id=&quot;adam_000935.disease.prognosis&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;hnav&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.2307em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.125; margin-bottom: 0.5625em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.125em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;Expectations (prognosis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;The outlook depends on how severe the condition is and whether the person is willing to accept help. With long-term talk therapy, the person will often gradually improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;section&quot; id=&quot;adam_000935.disease.complications&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;hnav&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.2307em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.125; margin-bottom: 0.5625em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.125em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;Complications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.2307em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.125; margin-bottom: 0.5625em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.125em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Problems with work, family, and social relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.2307em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.125; margin-bottom: 0.5625em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.125em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;section references&quot; id=&quot;A000935_reflist&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;hnav&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.2307em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.125; margin-bottom: 0.5625em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.125em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: outside; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 0.6923em; margin-left: 2.75em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.6923em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;li id=&quot;A000935_ref1&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Blais MA, Smallwood P, Groves JE, Rivas-Vazquez RA. Personality and personality disorders. In: Stern TA, Rosenbaum JF, Fava M, Biederman J, Rauch SL, eds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Massachusetts General Hospital Comprehensive Clinical Psychiatry&lt;/em&gt;. 1st ed. Philadelphia, Pa: Mosby Elsevier;2008:chap 39.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Now I am not making light of or making fun of this issue or disease or condition - it is serious and it is legit and it tears people&#39;s lives apart those with it and those affected by it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Does it sound like anyone you know? Yeah, sounds like someone I know, and I actually have a lot of sympathy and sadness for such individuals. I hate knowing they need help and that by denying a problem they are utilmately responsible for the demise of their relationships whether they are friendships or partnered relationships. The reason they will always face this issues in life is because of the two extreme ends of personality - there is no set time period for one extreme and these individuals will switch between the two without even knowing it so one day after they think life is looking up and everything is perfect and working out they wake up and are miserable and depressed again. They can&#39;t figure out why their friendships or relationships aren&#39;t working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s worse is when people have tried to reach out and help or offer/suggest they get help before they enter this other emtoional extreme. But then before they can admit there is something wrong they wake up one day and decide that this person who cared about them and only wanted what was best for them, someone who genuinely was trying to help them feel better was no longer a good friend to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You think it can&#39;t get worse than that either until this person starts realizing what they have done - but it&#39;s easier to listen to lies or make up lies to believe so they never have to encounter any guilts or admit that maybe this person they have decided to hate so intensely isn&#39;t the bad guy. Are they perfect and flawless - no I have made mistakes and I have my faults but I own them and welcome them. I don&#39;t set out to spread lies about someone else - I don&#39;t try to recruit others to hate me as well - and I especially don&#39;t set out to try and influence the opinions of those who don&#39;t actually know me. I don&#39;t try to convince others or my family to not like someone just because I choose to think of them or treat them worst than dirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So whose worse? Those who spread the lies and spend their free time trashing my name, or those who choose to believe it even after no bad experiences in my presence (and knowing who I am but choosing to listen to others than themselves and what they know to be true) and those who choose to believe things about another person not even personally knowing me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know, and in the long run I don&#39;t really care because I know and have confidence that I am staying true to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t hide anything I do. I don&#39;t act any differently with people around me as I would alone or behind closed doors. I don&#39;t lie to my friends. I don&#39;t lie to my family. I don&#39;t sugar coat my thoughts or opinions. I will welcome confrontation and if you are going to confront me then be that adult you claim to be in approaching me and don&#39;t get others to try calling or texting me and doing your dirty work. - I am real and I am ME. I find that is usually what most people don&#39;t like and I am not going to change who I am to please ANYONE. If you accept me for who I am then great - if you don&#39;t then that is your choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Oh, and also don&#39;t ever assume you know what I am doing and or thinking .. don&#39;t tell me &quot;you know what I wanted to talk about&quot; because last time I checked .. i don&#39;t read minds and you can&#39;t read mine either. Assuming things just make you look stupid (dumb) and immature....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5709694084179617906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/dr-jekyll-mrs-hyde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/5709694084179617906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/5709694084179617906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/dr-jekyll-mrs-hyde.html' title='dr. jekyll &amp; MRS. hyde'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-4651955436287369661</id><published>2011-05-28T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:14:33.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom..</title><content type='html'>&quot;Man is free at the moment he wishes [chooses]&amp;nbsp;to be.&quot; — Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;
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I was flipping through the TV channels the other day and came across an episode of America&#39;s Next Top Model. Now, I have never been a big fan of the show, or watched it on a regular basis, but usually it was the only thing to watch on days where I would stay home sick from school, or there would be special marathons so I would watch it from time to time. For all the trashy &quot;reality&quot; shows that are on now-a-days I don&#39;t find this one to be quite as bad in most aspects. &lt;br /&gt;
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So let me preface a little; this particular episode was the first episode of this particular season after the contestants were narrowed down to 14, and thus began challenges and photo shoots. Well, the photo shoot for this episode had to do with bullying. Specifically it was a focus on and aiming to target bullying within schools and that bullying is the number one leading cause of suicide among America&#39;s teens and young adults. The task for this photo shoot was for each girl to pick out a word or name that they were bullied by when they were younger, bringing back painful memories of when they were bullied and teased and you saw a lot of raw emotion and left over pain from someones childhood.&amp;nbsp;However, with the choice of these bullying words, the girls also had to find their &quot;strong word&quot; - or the contrast to a word which pained them for years&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing is, most people, even those who bully others, have at some point been hurt or bullied by other&#39;s words and actions. What gets me is especially when those who have felt such pain and know what it&#39;s like still turn around and will bully others or try to tear people down. How does someone know and have lived with such raw emotional pain sometimes taking a physical effect or toll on them and then turn around and do that to others? Do they not remember how much it hurt them, and if so then why would you ever wish such pain to be inflicted on someone else? I saw on a friend&#39;s profile the other day: &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;If people are trying to bring you down, that only means  that you are above them.&quot; - LOVE IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;Everyone always tries to say how if someone is making fun of you, or picking on you, or being mean/hating/disliking you for no apparent reason, [[especially when they can&#39;t even give a reason for such deep rooted hate when someone asks specifically what your issue with them is]] that is is a result of jealousy. While I don&#39;t think that &quot;jealousy&quot; is the most correct term I do agree with the quote that the reason they do such things is because they are unhappy in their own lives, and they see you rise above them, above their hate and cruelty towards your or others and so they try to disguise it in whichever way they can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;I have been thankful and appreciative that I was blessed with discernment and the ability to see through people&#39;s facades. It has helped me out much and even if I didn&#39;t pick up on anything right away after the fact I have always realized why I carried and funny feeling with me through a relationship or experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;..but back to where I was heading with the bulling words and then the alternate positive word these aspiring models were asked to choose - - one of the positive word chosen by a specific individual was: FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;In terms of bullying or even life in general how liberating is such a word? We live in America where &quot;freedom&quot; is what we advertise - but being free is so much more than that. To have the freedom to be yourself without reservation, and to be free from the worlds hatred and those who spend the majority of their free time and lives trying to degrade you, or harm you whether it be emotionally or physically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;Being FREE in yourself and knowing that you are so much more than what others might think or say about you is such closure when you feel you&#39;ve hit nothing&amp;nbsp;but defeat your entire life...Most recently in my life have I finally felt like I am free to be me; and free to go where God has destined me to go. I have been granted such peace and assurance in my own personal freedom lately and it is truly inspiring. I hope that everyone - someday will be able to be free in their own way and experience the joy which comes with it! I am so glad to finally be free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;GO &amp;amp; BE FREE&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4651955436287369661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/4651955436287369661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/4651955436287369661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom..'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEDq9u1-5PB7HzLgkJkvMAnFLbUk3yjNN01dBS8eN_SVSKdPYtskukbp1socbPRSaQvtjW3ad_FpyZx6NSsJcBPy5lfGHoqyfL9SWyZJqfk2DctCGh0ibUsSuroc9byk33HK0_YWUidQ/s72-c/you-are-free-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-8676092008434095444</id><published>2011-05-27T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:00:44.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocked...</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a bit since I last posted....&lt;br /&gt;
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I went home for a 4-day weekend in NC, for my mom&#39;s Master&#39;s Graduation and to see some friends and family whom I haven&#39;t seen in months! It was a busy and packed weekend, but it was still enjoyable - minus the drive of course. Usually I have never minded the drive between Clarksville and Winston Salem, but this go-round I really had my butt kicked!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t have much to say in this particular post, but I have had lots of thoughts, brainstorms, and soapboxes since my last entry and I&#39;m sure I&#39;ll get to those here in a couple days or so, but I have had one instances or thing on my mind that just has been bugging a tiny-weenie but more than others and that&#39;s, &quot;blocked&quot; phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;
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SERIOUSLY? I mean the only reason people ever block calls anymore is in the hope that someone will pick up. Well here&#39;s a clue to some of ya&#39;ll special people:&lt;br /&gt;
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a)most of the time, people will still know who it is trying to call so why block your number?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; **I mean do you really think you can be successful calling to harass someone but then don&#39;t have the balls to leave your number on caller id!!? Your lucky if they will even pick up to see what you have to say, let alone like they would ever call you back. Your chances of your phone call going unanswered are even greater if it come&#39;s up as &quot;blocked&quot; on caller ID rather than just let your number through.&lt;br /&gt;
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b)do you really have nothing better to do, or so much extra time that you need to send blocked calls out to someone multiple times a week in the hopes that they will eventually answer.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; **Heck, if you really want to talk to someone and they aren&#39;t answering you might as well leave a VM from your &quot;blocked&quot; number so at least you can get what you need to say off your chest!&lt;br /&gt;
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I just don&#39;t understand the need for all this hiding people do today behind phones, and faux emails or behind their computer screens. If you have something to say, come out and say it, or if you&#39;re going to say/threaten it via a computer or something else at least have&amp;nbsp; the guts to follow through in the real world!! Stop wasting your time on petty little things like wasting time trying to get someone to answer their phone with a blocked number. ESPECIALLY when you are someone they want nothing to do with ever again..I guess some people just can&#39;t get the message through they think mush in their head they actually believe is a brain they know how to utilize!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just because you are unhappy, or wish you could have things differently, or change the past or whatever doesn&#39;t mean everyone else has the same regrets in their life. You made your bed now grow up, suck it up, and sleep on it! Leave other people alone, and just get over yourself!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8676092008434095444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/blocked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/8676092008434095444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/8676092008434095444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/blocked.html' title='Blocked...'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-6060633502836100216</id><published>2011-05-17T10:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:16:02.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Hard Truths..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;I write with freedom from guilt. What I write here is truth, &amp;amp; relative to my life. Everything comes from deep within my heart and that which bears on it and my head alone. No alterior motives &amp;amp; no hidden messages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;kMc&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6060633502836100216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/cold-hard-truths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6060633502836100216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6060633502836100216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/cold-hard-truths.html' title='Cold Hard Truths..'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-6813234061200032044</id><published>2011-05-14T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:49:21.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Coming Home....</title><content type='html'>Well not permanently! Haha I am excited to be making a trip to good &#39;ole Winston Salem this upcoming weekend to visit friends and family and watch my mom graduate with her master&#39;s degree!! I am looking forward to seeing everyone and especially hopeful to see my one btothe whom I haven&#39;t seen since November 2010 when he left for the Marines. &lt;br /&gt;
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Not much else to tell for now but I have lots of plans as well as some free time so overall I think it will be a great long weekend and I&#39;m sure will have Plebty to share after I get back home to Clarksville. &lt;br /&gt;
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Can&#39;t wait!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6813234061200032044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-coming-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6813234061200032044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6813234061200032044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-coming-home.html' title='I&#39;m Coming Home....'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-81860205093142979</id><published>2011-05-11T21:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:21:49.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You&#39;re Not That Innocent...</title><content type='html'>Funny how quickly and often people judge others. Those who tend to judge the most, are those who claim to live a Christian life, are those who try SO hard and think they lead such a great witness....&lt;br /&gt;
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I truly believe when we as Christians, or even just as people stay true to who we are and what we believe we will be more happy than trying to play this game figuring out what we have to do in order to be &quot;who we are suppose to be.&quot; Do we know where we&#39;re suppose to end up? No. Do we always know who we are meant to be or what we are to do with our lives? No. So while we have those periods of time in our lives where we try to figure out who to be, where to go, what to do - there is no need to over analyze or get dramatic about it all. Quite frankly, those I know who tend to go overboard on analyzing ever little daily event in their lives are the ones who end up living in secrets and lies, disguising who they really are from family, their closest friends, and definitely the world. Because heaven forbid if anyone were to find out who they really were or what they have really done behind closed doors and when they think no one else it watching or knows....&lt;br /&gt;
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...dirty little secrets.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone has them, or has had one at some point in their life. And no one is perfect, especially not Christians. But even only being partially truthful still constitutes lying or if you disagree with &quot;lying&quot; it&#39;s still being deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kicker here for me is how these kinds of people can be so quick to judge and then go out and do the same crap, justifying it or not, especially when they have the nerve to call someone out on perhaps poor judgement or a mistake, or even end a friendship over arguments or actions disagreed with but then turn around and look the other way when&amp;nbsp;someone else&amp;nbsp;does the same things.&lt;br /&gt;
And this person feels they hold some type of entitlment to choose which person to forgive and which to cast aside...like they hold some special authority on who deserves forgiveness and second chances; they think they have never played into fault so they like to play the &quot;i forgive you but we cant be friends&quot; crap but unconditionally forgive, support and standby someone who they again feel they hold the authority to judge on if this individual has truly changed their ways... well thanks for that great Christian witness...or really lack thereof. &lt;br /&gt;
Hypocrisy - it disgusts me beyond words. I am repulsed by it being slapped around consistently in society especially when those who are the biggest hypocrites are the ones who loudly announce and program to be Christians. And people wonder why Christians have such a bad rap... ^^this was just one of thousands of examples of &quot;Proud Christians&quot; - those who believe they are better than the next person and are granted this special right and authority to be worldly judges. As much as it angers me, I have the comfort in knowing they will one day be responsible to answer for the actions and judgements they continue to pass on earth....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/81860205093142979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-not-that-innocent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/81860205093142979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/81860205093142979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-not-that-innocent.html' title='You&#39;re Not That Innocent...'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-1109248408465158805</id><published>2011-05-05T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:37:31.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I have to admit was a pretty productive day. After my morning hours for the Y I got home and go ready to hit the road with my other half for Nashville/Franklin TN. I only had a very small window of time for - car shopping.&lt;br /&gt;
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A little background - I bought my first car on my own last year and really didn&#39;t have anyone local (or in the country) With car knowledge willing to help me out despite me asking for it. It was (and still is) a great first car, but not the most practical for me working full time as oppose to maybe a high school student and new driver. I had a Honda Civic 2 Door Coupe and with a dog, well now two dogs and with the things I have to carry back and forth for work it was more of a hassle than convenience to have my car. Also even though there were on 67,000ish miles on my car, because of the year it was made, the longer I held onto it, the more upside down it might make me to try and trade it in and finance a newer car. Thus began my search. &lt;br /&gt;
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I knew I wanted to upgrade to a four-door sedan. I was pretty stuck on just wanting to find a newer model used Civic, but with more research and a little push and insight from the man I opened up to other type of cars within the same class. These were my restrictions; no red gold/tan exterior, less than 50,000 miles, 2006-7 or newer, less than $19,000 and good fuel economy. Pretty strict, but reasonable and realistic. My goal was to find a car I would be comfortable with for more longer terms and that I could more than likely pay off within a decent time frame. I started my research and searching online, partly because i didn&#39;t, and still wouldn&#39;t have the time to go dealership to dealership and was informed it would be best to purchase fr the Nashville area to cut down on the chance of being ripped off...which 45-50+ miles away depending on dealership location was definitely not feasible for frequent visits. Last weekend we went out to Nashville to search some and check out a couple of the cars I found online; and even after finding one well within my preferred price range for financing along with a very generous appraisal on my current car I decided to go for it - it was a no go. I tried not to be so discouraged or upset, I had a feeling this particular used dealership would be hard to work with because they limit their financing relationship to four banks/companies but I loved the car I had found - I thought it&#39;s perfect the color, the make and model, the mileage, THE PRICE was outstanding for this particular car - but just like every aspect of life, all happens for reasons unknown to us at the time but those reasons are revealed to us later...&lt;br /&gt;
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So after deciding I would just wait it out and take a break it was only a couple days later C saw a commercial on TV for a new dealership offering even more for any trade-ins than what my car was appraised at. I spent the next day or so looking and requesting information on a few used mods of different cars but after talking directly with a sale individual on the phone he convinced me to check out the new 2011 models of their cars in the same class as what I was searching for. I said I would check it out and he was sending me some web links to learn more as well. Your thinking - how in the heck can a brand new car still fit within my price range?? Well I was surprised as well and nervous because even just three years ago I wouldn&#39;t have considered this car even C said before he wouldn&#39;t consider the car but was very  impressed at the advances and improvements and it was a good car. I was shocked - he used to  &lt;br /&gt;
call these cars pure trash and now he was suggesting we test drive one and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;
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So that&#39;s just what we did, and after an extremely impressive test drive as well as learning about the car and cool features and mpg ect...I decided to let them appraise my car and see what the numbers were and make a decision from there - to wrap up a long story I drove off the lot in a brand new Black 2011 Kia Forte with 15 miles on the odometer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very pleased and satisfied with the car we found, and I&#39;m confident it will be worth the investment. I know in years last Kia has been considered &quot;crap&quot; for lack of a better word, but the new Kias have been rebuilt and redesigned to be much better car. We actually learned that the designer for the Kia Forte used to work in Audi&#39;s design department, and I am quite impressed with the results for an economical and affordable car now on the market.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ride home in my new car was pleasant and enjoyable despite me racing the clock for work.&lt;br /&gt;
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And to end my day, after my afternoon shift I came home, we ran an errand to petsmart, I came home and made some dinner then fell asleep by 9pm ... I was bummed later cause I had stuff I planned to do before bed but I guess that will now just be all on today&#39;s to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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...be mindful and respectful; an acceptance of an apology doesn&#39;t grant trust, don&#39;t over step too soon. Some things might still be raw with lots of skepticism..but just as the title I believe people can change if they truly choose to...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1109248408465158805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/1109248408465158805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/1109248408465158805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-1262794049164614537</id><published>2011-05-03T12:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:58:55.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent World Events..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;ii gt&quot; id=&quot;:88&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;:89&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a  night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only  light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”&lt;/i&gt;  - MLKJR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The recent world events have  caused an uproar in the world but in what I feel is more &quot;my world&quot; - the military community; our concerns and fears are increased. Many of people I know still have loved ones  deployed and many more will have someone deploying in the future, near or far. We know that the death  of our greatest enemy means the fighting will be worse until we finally  destroy the terrifying beast, Al Qaeda, and we know we will because we have no other choice for our country&#39;s safety and freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are  Americans and we never stop. But we are more than Americans, we are the  American Armed Forces and their families. We go through what other  families never can experience especially emotionally. They don&#39;t watch the news with any of our  specific concerns. They don&#39;t worry the moment the words &quot;Army/Marines/Navy/Air Force&quot; and  &quot;Deployment/Afghanistan/Iraq&quot; appear on the news. We&amp;nbsp; spend  our days attempting to keep busy and nights alone and awake, trying to fight  off the empty ache of loneliness. Our joys are short phone calls and letters/e-mails  and the ever-so rare skype dates. We fall in love  over and over with the same man (or woman), the same man/woman who fights for all of us,  even those who don&#39;t care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those  men and women who serve our country are the only reason America still  stands. Our government has failed us over the past few years, and, it  seems, only gets worse as time goes by. We need change but in  order to do that we must wait; we must be patient and we must stay strong and united. It is our jobs as the American Military and those  that represent them when they are off fighting. We must be strong and we  must carry on, carrying the burden of our entire country in this fight  against hate, terrorism and&amp;nbsp; the enemies of our men and women. This isn&#39;t  just a fight between countries, it&#39;s a fight between for those who have lost their husbands/fathers/brothers/sisters/wives/mothers/aunts/uncles ans so forth. It is a fight which, has gotten  personal. We will win because we have always proven that our  determination will always outlast anyone else&#39;s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now  as the future becomes the present and our new futures are being formed it is a great burden to the support system of the Armed Forces, the wives, husbands, fiances and  girlfriends, left to&amp;nbsp; be a backbone for this small percentage of Americans and  it is they who shall endure the second hardest job in the Military. Some  raise children alone and some are spending the happiest times of their  youth waiting for their prince charming to return. We all have a role  that is far too under-appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we do not suffer the same wounds, physically or mentally, but I  believe our test is more of an endurance of mind and will. We learn to  survive alone. We learn to fix the clog in the sink, fix a pipe, paint,  play baseball. We learn how to be alone with children because sometimes  no one can help us. Sometimes we are too far away from loved ones to  have any family, so we forge friendships and bonds. We create in person or through networking and the internet a  sisterhood that surpasses any sorority that could exist which will NEVER be understood by others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that  Bin Laden is dead and whether or not you choose to &quot;celebrate&quot; that fact, our lives  will change. Already alert levels are raised and we find ourselves  waiting and wondering &quot;how will they get us back? or &quot;will he be sent out again early even though he just got home?&quot; We hope that it won&#39;t  happen but anyone foolish to think that isn&#39;t thinking about the  situation. Islamic extremists are infuriated with the American  Government and our Military. Regardless that this terrorist initiated  our vengeance in 1993 and furthered the cause in 1998 with the USS Cole  bombing and finally attacked our Homeland on September 11th, 2001; they will&amp;nbsp; be angered by the death of their, for all-intents and purposes, King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We  have cut the head out of the best, and now we must&amp;nbsp; hope it doesn&#39;t grow back too  many heads. Until we know what the future holds, I beg of all of you  to carry yourselves with dignity and strength. Remember to pray  for our servicemen and women everywhere. Pray for our Heroes and pray for  America. We are at the verge of a potentially drastic change for parts of life. What happens now will  determine everything. God Bless America and God Bless her People.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1262794049164614537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/recent-world-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/1262794049164614537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/1262794049164614537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/recent-world-events.html' title='Recent World Events..'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-197262718290277245</id><published>2011-05-01T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:17:33.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>History...</title><content type='html'>Now I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
one less terrorist this world does keep&lt;br /&gt;
with all my heart I give my thanks&lt;br /&gt;
to those in uniform regardless of ranks&lt;br /&gt;
you serve our country and serve it well&lt;br /&gt;
with humble hearts your stories tell&lt;br /&gt;
so as I rest my weary eyes&lt;br /&gt;
while freedom rings our flag still flies&lt;br /&gt;
you give your all, do what you must&lt;br /&gt;
with God we live and God we trust&lt;br /&gt;
Amen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/197262718290277245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/197262718290277245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/197262718290277245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/05/history.html' title='History...'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-8839286561655542504</id><published>2011-04-30T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:22:13.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearts</title><content type='html'>Today, on the way to Nashville, I witnessed a scene that broke my heart and brought instant tears to my eyes, as well as placed a rock in my gut. To try and describe what I saw and the emotional and physical reaction I had is practically impossible; but I will share the story:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;As my love and I were headed down I-24 to Nashville for an afternoon of good company with a few needed errands we came up on what appeared to be a funeral escort. However, as we got closer we were confused and were discussing what it appeared we were coming up on. There was only one patrol car from Montgomery County escorting a single hurst. We were wondering if it was suppose to be a funeral procession or why there was a private escort. As we approached the escort I noticed a flag on the front of what looked like a hurst (we still weren&#39;t sure yet if that is what we were actually coming up on) - you know the flags you see on the limousine for diplomats or politicians?! Well that began to rise a couple more questions - then I noticed and pointed out what appeared to be a seal on the door, of what we now had identified as a hurst. The seal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The solo escort was for the body solider of a recently killed United States Army Soldier who was probably on his/her way to somewhere in the United States, their hometown to be returned to the family after giving the greatest sacrifice any one person could give for his or her country; their life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can begin to tell or explain the pain, the emotion, the thoughts and worries i endured daily from the previous deployment we had just survived that came rushing to the forefront of my mind and engulfed my body. My heart ached - literally. I wanted to cry and scream in agony for the family and loved ones who were awaiting the arrival of their loved one, and I was instantly reminded to be grateful my loved on was returned to me safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to think what I would have ever done had it been myself who had to endure such news and the suffering which would accompany it. As the significant other of a solider all I hear is &quot;I don&#39;t know how you do it.&quot; The truth is, sometimes neither do I, all I know is that it&#39;s love. But what do you do when the love is ripped from your life? Even thinking about it now makes my stomach churn and my heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I witnessed yesterday was not only humbling and made me want so bad to just pay my respects to the family with the most sincere gratitude, but will be an image forever ingrained in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those who give the ultimate sacrifice for my freedom and your freedom must never be forgotten; I know that I myself will forever by eternally grateful.....&lt;br /&gt;
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YOU need to get a life and stop trying to feed off of mine&lt;br /&gt;
YOU are still the same sad, shallow person &amp; I will be feeling sorry for you until the day I die because you cannot function without obsessing over my life&#39;s events&lt;br /&gt;
YOU will never be truly happy because you cannot accept reality and truth&lt;br /&gt;
YOU thrive on drama - but choose to claim despising it.&lt;br /&gt;
YOU think you have the world and your friends/boyfriend/fiancé/husband fooled - but really the only person to have fooled into believing you aren&#39;t miserable and a sorry excuse for a person is yourself....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7516638694537438658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-make-one-thing-very-clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/7516638694537438658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/7516638694537438658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-make-one-thing-very-clear.html' title='Let&#39;s make one thing VERY clear...'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-1295748630337527756</id><published>2011-04-22T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:38:00.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for ME!</title><content type='html'>For anyone reading my blog, I would greatly appreciate a little bit of helpful participation. There is a contest going on that runs through most of May which I have entered. The catch is you must create a user account to vote, but you can vote once a day between now and the end of the contest which I believe is May, 22. It&#39;s nothing real big but the prizes for places 1-3 are a generous offer and have potential. It would just be nice for myself and my love to have an excuse to get away from our everyday lives for a night or so. Thanks in advance to all who are willing to help!!&lt;br /&gt;
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on a side note since it&#39;s a day to celebrate relationships (well at least in my life) I have some additional commentary/soapbox ramblings some might get something out of, some who might care less about::: &lt;br /&gt;
I saw a quote the other day that I loved; it said: &quot;If I have to explain it to you, then you don&#39;t understand.&quot; I really feel my relationship fits there because most people don&#39;t understand, most&amp;nbsp; people fall into three categories when they decide my relationship is their business:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. they think I&#39;m crazy, don&#39;t support it, think it will fail and never last.&lt;br /&gt;
2. they support it to they best of their understanding, might be too nosy sometimes, but at least it shows they care for the good not to destroy&lt;br /&gt;
3. they are indifferent - they don&#39;t understand it, don&#39;t really care t understand it and respectfully don&#39;t stick their nose where it doesn&#39;t belong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Really, none of these categories phase me or my relationship at all. Some can try to convince themselves that they personally impact my choices and decisions in a relationship but the truth is, you don&#39;t - so cheers to all those who don&#39;t want to see me happy because you just make me that much stronger, you make my relationship so much better!&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt for a friend the other day who shares a few common attacks on their relationship with a man in uniform. I had heard it myself before, but&amp;nbsp; she was discussing how someone said to her, she can&#39;t include the months and days her current boyfriend was away on deployment for how long they have been in a relationship. Like I mentioned I have had this said to me and I call BS - what difference does it make if your boyfriend or fiance or husband is deployed overseas with the military in whether or not you&#39;ve been with this person for &quot;x&quot; amount of time?? Because not only is such a statement ignorant, it just goes to show the insecurities people have in their own relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just because you can&#39;t remain faithful to one individual when they don&#39;t live right down the road, doesn&#39;t mean other people have the same fallacies. The argument for that would be that those who&#39;s boyfriends, fiances, and husbands aren&#39;t in the military can only count how long their relationship has been with the days, hours, and minutes they have physically been in the presence of their significant other....&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s a petty comment made to try and hurt someone&#39;s feelings, but I would bet any day that a girl (or guy) who can stick by the one they love through a deployment is going to have better communication and trust (two of the most important cornerstones in a relationship) between each other and overall a stronger and healthier relationship than most... NOT 100% of the time, and that doesn&#39;t mean civilian relationships can&#39;t have the same thing, but if that is the attack angle you must take on someone it&#39;s a result of jealously and/or your own personally screwed up relationship or sense of reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOW...sorry, I am done with my relationship soapbox -- but the point is what my love and I have is extraordinary, wonderful and stronger than most realize. Some don&#39;t want to accept that, and that is alright because it is one less obsticle and one less annoyance for us to deal with!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have found the love of my life, and I wouldn&#39;t change anything about how we met, or how the last three years of or lives have been, for anything!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6992828448743456150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/three-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6992828448743456150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014305836083514738/posts/default/6992828448743456150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelamarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/three-years.html' title='Three Years &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Kela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00316448465742680395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZUuMDMBl68/TYzP3wtjjRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPhZkDHbcQ8/s220/DSCF0410-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014305836083514738.post-8801539503694329053</id><published>2011-04-15T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:54:31.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather..</title><content type='html'>Ugh. The weather here is crappy today - and all the storms we&#39;ve been having every couple days for the past few weeks, and the fact that it is literally suppose to be nasty stormy for the next week straight does not help my feeling of&amp;nbsp; icky-ness. Originally, and still, I believe everything is a result of my allergies, and for awhile I thought I cleared it up, but then it came back, and now it&#39;s mostly just bad in the mornings but I am SOOOOO tired of feeling crappy all the time. I took a cold&amp;amp;flu thing until it ran out and I thought that worked - when it didn&#39;t I moved onto, and I am still taking Claritin with either Sudafed or DayQuil rotating throughout the day, then at night I take NyQuil - but NOTHING will knock this crud from my system.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being under the weather SUCKS. =(&lt;br /&gt;
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It really irks be when people use the internet to bully other people or talk down towards an individual - they &quot;hide&quot; behind a computer screen and then think they are better than others. The most obnoxious part is when these people use the internet or computer to post/send messages to the public, known acquaintances of the victim or to the specific individual they choose to target and then use security features to keep such people from responding or seeing only specific statements or comments. Or how about when these people hack into a victim&#39;s online account to try and send out false lie or misleading messages in their name in order to slander an individual or attempt to turn people against them!?&amp;nbsp; How is it someone can be &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; nosy and consumed on keeping up tabs on someone&#39;s life when they have their own life, and sometimes a family to worry about first?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;[the adults who engage in these activities as well REPULSE me - don&#39;t you have a job, a husband, kids - or those who are single - don&#39;t you have a job, or maybe school, or a social life - all these things that should be what your life revolves around, but instead these people out there place ALL those chances and life blessing &lt;b&gt;second&lt;/b&gt; to the individual on which they have an obsessed focused of that they cannot rid themselves of]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;These people have to literally &quot;stalk&quot; someone else just to be content with day-to-day doings, and even that doesn&#39;t always satisfy the deeply driven impulse or need. Or someone explain to me &lt;u&gt;HOW&lt;/u&gt; and&lt;u&gt; WHY&lt;/u&gt; someone who has no part in someone&#39;s life (asides from jealousy they have something they can&#39;t ever get and are miserable in their own life) is going to get so emotionally and physically worked up or upset and have such a huge reaction to the decisions made or actions taken in this other person&#39;s life. How does anything this person someone is obsesed with stalking or harassing or bullying online affect the obsessee&#39;s life??&lt;br /&gt;
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It boils down to the jealousy and insecurity of these attackers behind their computer screens. You can deny it all you want, but when you have to use the computer to try and get under someone&#39;s skin, especially when you have the resources to handle your issues in person - I don&#39;t know whether you are pathetic or just that addicted to a drama-prone life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess for me - I just don&#39;t understand it all? I cannot comprehend how or why some people have to go out of their way to attempt and hurt others, or tear apart their relationships? Can anyone actually explain this phenomenon to me? This whole &quot;cyber-bullying&quot; things has gone crazy to the extreme. And I don&#39;t know if it is more sad that these incidents are happening so often, and people resort to this kind of childish behavior - or if no one in society is surprised anymore when they hear of another suicide by child/teenager due to cyber-bulling or technology based harassment.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I myself EVER say anything online or about someone not in their presence - you better believe it means I am ready and willing to say it to their face as well. Some people may doubt this - but the reality is those who doubt - it means I have already said something to your face or admitted to something and it&#39;s not that I have offended you but rather nailed the truth on the head and that then is YOUR guilt making you feel offended. Then your instincts kick in and tell me I am liar and I have no idea what I am talking about. Funny how that works right? People try to hard to deny and hide the truth about situations or about themselves, about their past - and when you focus SO hard on suppressing such things, you really are opening the door for others to see the true you and see through the facade.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Such a topic stirs my emotions; I go from being irritated, to angry, to feeling sorry and sympathetic for the attackers, but of course still feeling pain for the victims! It&#39;s a problem in society, and one quite frankly I know won&#39;t be going away and one people always talk about&amp;nbsp; but does anyone eve actually do anything to try and stop it? Do you jump on the band wagon? Or do you simply ignore it until it affects you or someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;
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