<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926559649812980424</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 17:06:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>LiveLaughLoveMeow</title><description></description><link>http://lllm.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926559649812980424.post-5705580123480663549</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-09T16:21:47.629-08:00</atom:updated><title>Day Seven (and Eight)</title><description>Bahhhhhhh! I already screwed up on my New Year&#39;s resolution.&amp;nbsp; SO this is to be considered yesterday&#39;s and today&#39;s post.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do we make resolutions anyway?&amp;nbsp; I mean, every January we decide that we want to be &quot;this person.&quot; Then by June we screw up, allow ourselves to be screw ups for the rest of the year, and then start all over in January.&amp;nbsp; Can&#39;t you just decide to be a better person on any given Wednesday or the 17th of the 8th month?&amp;nbsp; I struggle with this every year in the gym.&amp;nbsp; I like to go to the gym year round but I never like to go in January.&amp;nbsp; Too many resolution-ers and never enough machines.&amp;nbsp; I always go back in February when they have given up on their resolutions instead of making lifestyle choices.&amp;nbsp; Though I&#39;m pretty sure my January lifestyle is making me fat.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am currently sitting in a hotel because I am out of town for work. I never realized how much I depended on netflix.&amp;nbsp; The regular television is killing me.&amp;nbsp; Everything is reality tv.&amp;nbsp; I am currently watching Toddlers &amp;amp; Tiaras.&amp;nbsp; I understand that it is on tv because it is terrible, but it is really terrible.&amp;nbsp; Save the money that you are gambling away in these contests that teach your daughters that nothing is more important than being beautiful, and put it in a college fund.&amp;nbsp; $5000 on dresses?? You&#39;re a moron.&amp;nbsp; This show just glamorizes it, I find it extremely annoying.</description><link>http://lllm.blogspot.com/2013/01/day-seven-and-eight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926559649812980424.post-2759330382927132303</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2013 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-07T18:24:38.361-08:00</atom:updated><title>Day Six</title><description>It&#39;s hard to write when I&#39;m blogging, but he&#39;s facetimed me three times and I have ignored them all.&amp;nbsp; I just don&#39;t feel like talking to people tonight.&amp;nbsp; I feel like garbage.&lt;br /&gt;
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I completely fell off the wagon today.&amp;nbsp; I ate double, if not triple my allotted calories today.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been so stressed out from work that I haven&#39;t been paying attention to my diet and exercise.&amp;nbsp; Excuses, excuses.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m super disappointed with myself.&amp;nbsp; I really need to get it together.&amp;nbsp; I am headed home on Friday - I plan on heading to the gym on Saturday and Sunday before I head out on the road again.&amp;nbsp; I have got to make it a habit again.&amp;nbsp; I was doing so well before Christmas and I completely got out of the habit while I was home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fingers crossed... I will get it together.</description><link>http://lllm.blogspot.com/2013/01/day-seven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926559649812980424.post-4560960212237492239</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2013 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-06T17:16:48.929-08:00</atom:updated><title>Day Five</title><description>Today was my cheat day for my diet.&amp;nbsp; I went completely out of control.&amp;nbsp; I ate so much that it&#39;s 7:30 and I just want to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there&#39;s this boy...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m known as a serial dater.&amp;nbsp; I make terrible decisions.&amp;nbsp; I tend to want relationships with terrible men that are going to treat me like garbage.&amp;nbsp; When I met this one, I really liked him.&amp;nbsp; As things got more serious, I began to push him away.&amp;nbsp; I am still fighting myself to keep him around.&amp;nbsp; Most of my friends are married and have children.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t keep fighting myself on this and not believing that I deserve happiness.&amp;nbsp; I know that I do.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s just very hard to trust that someone with my heart anymore.&amp;nbsp; I know that I want him in my life.&amp;nbsp; I believe that he is a good person.</description><link>http://lllm.blogspot.com/2013/01/day-five.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926559649812980424.post-7351316615942541684</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2013 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-05T19:31:56.014-08:00</atom:updated><title>Day Four</title><description>It&#39;s 9:44 on a Saturday night, and I am looking forward to going to sleep.&amp;nbsp; When did I get so old?&lt;br /&gt;
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I got a massage today, and my entire body is screaming for rest.&amp;nbsp; My lower back felt like it was filled with cement.&amp;nbsp; My muscles were hard as a rock and I was completely immobile.&amp;nbsp; I still feel really terrible.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not sure how I am going to live with this forever.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been almost three years since my car accident, and I have yet to feel any relief.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m so sick of hurting.&amp;nbsp; I love sleeping - maybe because it&#39;s the only time that I feel really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got my new iphone 4s today too.&amp;nbsp; I loved my 4 but the screen was shattered.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s quite a relief to be able to see my entire screen.&amp;nbsp; I also am pretty addicted to Siri now -- the entire thing is kind of creepy, but kind of hilarious.&amp;nbsp; I signed another two year contract with Verizon.&amp;nbsp; With all of the tax increases and everything else, it scares me to sign long contracts with anybody.&amp;nbsp; Who knows where we all will be financially in six months, a year, five years?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://lllm.blogspot.com/2013/01/day-four.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926559649812980424.post-1365616990009150929</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2013 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-04T22:14:20.253-08:00</atom:updated><title>Day Three (and a half)</title><description>Okay so it&#39;s after midnight -- but I refuse to go to sleep until I write in here, since it was a commitment I made for the year.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been a super rough day, and I took a nap when I got off work, yet I&#39;m still not sure where my night went.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a nightmare of a day at work.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m new to the area and my market and I feel like I am being pulled in a million different directions.&amp;nbsp; One area is telling me to do one thing and another is telling me to do something else.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m supposed to be a subject matter expert to those that look to me as a mentor and I end up looking like a moron because the veterans are doing something that they aren&#39;t supposed to.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s the most frustrating thing ever.&amp;nbsp; Problem is, it has exhausted the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m excited for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I am going to sleep in and get a massage at 12:30.&amp;nbsp; I need it desperately, as my lumbar arthritis has been worse than ever.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully tomorrow night I will feel healthy and am able to be mobile again.&amp;nbsp; </description><link>http://lllm.blogspot.com/2013/01/day-three-and-half.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926559649812980424.post-8112349234261788462</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2013 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-03T18:06:51.724-08:00</atom:updated><title>Day Two</title><description>I have a sick obsession with instagram.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m pretty sure it&#39;s abnormal and terrible.&amp;nbsp; I have always been obsessed with photos - my walls are covered.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a place where I can post my photos and also be uber accepted... it really is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do we as people crave the attention so terribly?&amp;nbsp; Social media creates monsters in all of us.&amp;nbsp; People can &quot;like&quot; us but not dislike us.&amp;nbsp; We don&#39;t actually need to communicate anymore either.&amp;nbsp; I mean, what is the point of even speaking?&amp;nbsp; Type it up, post it, and delete any negative comments.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today reminded me why I love my job so much.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve found that when I am only observing or having office days, I feel useless and out of control.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am terrible at my job and have no idea what I was doing.&amp;nbsp; When I am able to teach, I feel amazing.&amp;nbsp; I feel productive.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://lllm.blogspot.com/2013/01/day-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926559649812980424.post-7564639716694981255</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2013 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-02T17:56:21.109-08:00</atom:updated><title>Day One.</title><description>One of my goals for 2013 was to write in a blog every single day.&amp;nbsp; I have never been able to consistently keep a blog -- start it, write in it for a few weeks, and then forget about it.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, I probably have about 324234234987 inactive blogs on the web right now -- it&#39;s terrible.&amp;nbsp; So here goes nothing... 364 (it is the second day of the year) days of writing a blog about absolutely nothing so that complete strangers can read it -- not that anybody will.&lt;br /&gt;
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2012 was a huge year from me.&amp;nbsp; I moved over 500 miles from the only home that I ever knew and started a job that I&#39;ve been working my butt off for years to get.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, it was an amazing year.&lt;br /&gt;
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After multiple stints and failed attempts at online dating, I have finally given up on it.&amp;nbsp; My friends even called me a serial dating... disgusting.&amp;nbsp; I am trying not to completely give up on the male species, but I am beginning to think that I am waiting for a nonexistent man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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2013 is going to be amazing.&amp;nbsp; I refuse to settle for less than the best.&amp;nbsp; I want to focus on being a better person, getting healthy, and living life like tomorrow may not come.&amp;nbsp; I want to track all of the positivity in this blog and remind myself that everyday I can build to be an even better human being... though there may be some speed bumps along the way.</description><link>http://lllm.blogspot.com/2013/01/day-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>