<?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-2254961543182351342</id><updated>2024-09-05T23:22:13.504-07:00</updated><category term="tips"/><category term="Netflix"/><category term="accomplishments"/><category term="achievements"/><category term="acne"/><category term="books"/><category term="cable"/><category term="decade"/><category term="elevator"/><category term="free"/><category term="goals"/><category term="hotel"/><category term="lists"/><category term="lunchtime"/><category term="mineral"/><category term="money"/><category term="music"/><category term="piano"/><category term="pimples"/><category term="reading lists"/><category term="saving"/><category term="sheet music"/><category term="trick"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="vintage"/><category term="work"/><category term="writing"/><category term="zinc"/><title type='text'>MadTayRae</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-7855047391020191475</id><published>2013-01-06T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-06T21:57:24.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Pants, Oh How I Love Thee </title><content type='html'>PJ&#39;s, fat pants, a heating blanket... What do these have in common? Comfort. I love it. I love fuzzy, warm, soft, squishy clothes for when you are home alone on a Saturday eating microwaved s&#39;mores while watching a marathon of Police Women of Memphis. Or is that just me?&amp;nbsp;Regardless, we all love comfort, but we also love style! So lets mesh the two...and get comfy cute &quot;lazy wear&quot;! To top all of that - let&#39;s make it affordable!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Target - Paul Frank is the Bomb.Com! I love monkeys and I love pink, so it&#39;s a match made in heaven. $14.99 is a bit steep for a sleep shirt, but knowing Target, it will go on sale soon (crossing fingers and toes).&lt;br /&gt;
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Forever 21 - If for some reason, you are one of those people who wear sports bras to sleep (or maybe you have company spending the night that you aren&#39;t close enough with yet to rip your bra off in front of them) then here is a cute chevron one for only $13.80. Now, I am just judging this off of cuteness. I have no idea if it is comfortable or not! Sorry. I was trying to show one from Victoria&#39;s Secret because they just have really good, comfy bras, but the website won&#39;t let you save their pictures. VS can be well priced if you search well or hit the outlet mall.&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, to wrap this very&amp;nbsp;snuggly and weird post I&#39;d like to say Happy New Year! I hope you haven&#39;t given up on your resolutions this fast... Well, another resolution I&#39;ve decided (kind of going along with my &quot;no drama&quot; one) to be happier. Really, I think we should all make this one of ours. Who couldn&#39;t use a bit more joy in their lives? So, I&amp;nbsp;posted this because comfy things make us happier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For all of us who need comfort...and a boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7855047391020191475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2013/01/fat-pants-oh-how-i-love-thee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/7855047391020191475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/7855047391020191475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2013/01/fat-pants-oh-how-i-love-thee.html' title='Fat Pants, Oh How I Love Thee '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6HcTrwzSbzGVjwoAeCVcL9aHCa_iNTiTRsHcALO_PrF3CpkKuV9jEuae2mSTWryRX-RDMfMH8-MbA3KhQfVlXN70WIJ6blhSmiADvf-zl78P2kBU5O3oDgEjcd46Ame_yGIS_Z5yEoK1/s72-c/Cheetahfatpantsaero.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-3115511923078630915</id><published>2013-01-01T20:37:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T20:37:32.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2013 - Resolutions </title><content type='html'>Well, it&#39;s 2013. How did that happen? Am I the only one who feels like it&#39;s a bit surreal? Anyway, I want to hear about your New Year&#39;s Resolutions. I&#39;ll tell you about mine:&lt;br /&gt;
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1.) I want to have less drama - 2012 was full of horrid drama that seriously stressed me out! I couldn&#39;t eat or sleep very much for months. I&#39;ll always have drama in my life, it&#39;s just the way the world works, but my resolution is more about how I deal with the drama. I&#39;m trying to not care so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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2.) Maintain the cleanliness in my house - When you live with people who have full time jobs and don&#39;t like to clean things get pretty messy...So I&#39;m going to try (with everyone else in my house) to clean up after myself and others more than I already do.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.) Toning/cardio/flexibility - I&#39;m at a healthy weight, but I would like to tone up a lot more and work on cardio. The toning will make me look better in a bikini and help me with tumbling/cheerleading (as will the&amp;nbsp;stretching). Cardio is just good for you in general. Plus, I&#39;m trying to get into running. It&#39;s been kind of a dream of mine to be a runner. There is just something satisfying about the whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, that&#39;s pretty much it! Let me know what your resolutions are and how you are doing with it! Happy New Year! I hope you have an amazing year.&lt;br /&gt;
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2013 Baby - woot woot,&lt;br /&gt;
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Tay-tay</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3115511923078630915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2013/01/2013-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/3115511923078630915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/3115511923078630915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2013/01/2013-resolutions.html' title='2013 - Resolutions '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-5655919302747039942</id><published>2012-12-04T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-04T12:03:57.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Confusing </title><content type='html'>I look at you and I feel torn&lt;br /&gt;
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So in love, yet so alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cold and lonely, but comfortable &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hear what you whisper in my ear, soft and lovely&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Make my heart melt &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I’m alone I feel angry for what you do to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I try to leave, but you are a part of me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ll never get better unless I move on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hold you close, but I feel you so far away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pull you closer and you move away &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pull back and you pull closer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Stop confusing me and don’t tell me to stay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m fine alone, but if I’m honest &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s not the same &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You broke my heart and you don’t care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hate you for it, but I love you all the same&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Intoxicating passion, but fake the next day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Stop confusing me and don’t say what you always say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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‘Cause I’m not going to take it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can move on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hold you close, but I feel you so far away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pull you closer and you move away &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pull back and you pull closer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Stop confusing me and don’t tell me I have to stay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m fine alone, but if I’m honest &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s not the same, without you, I’m not the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hold your love, I need to breath&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Burnt out and lonely&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I’m stuck here in between &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can’t you choose between him and me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want you and I want all of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hold you close and feel your heartbeat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pull you closer and feel you breath&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pull back and you pull closer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No more confusing me I know where I stand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m not alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In your arms is where I belong. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Two years have come and gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Say you love me I’ll know you’re not wrong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But this is reality&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s time I move on&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sick and tired of taking chances with your fire&lt;br /&gt;
Breaking me down till I can&#39;t put the pieces back together&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hold me closer baby, to your heart&lt;br /&gt;
But it doesn&#39;t matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;
I see my value&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t even nearly start to cover the cost&lt;br /&gt;
Let me be and I&#39;ll be fine staying home every night&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t need you anymore&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve moved on&lt;br /&gt;
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-Tay&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5655919302747039942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/12/stop-confusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/5655919302747039942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/5655919302747039942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/12/stop-confusing.html' title='Stop Confusing '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-2115909949764287682</id><published>2012-11-27T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-27T20:06:18.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Want To Bond With Your Sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to bond with your sister, curl her hair. It shows that she trusts you with something every hot near her precious face. It shows you care about her because you wouldn&#39;t dare burn her with the curling iron. You can listen to music and dance around the bathroom and sing at the top of your lungs.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you want to bond with your sister, bake a cake. You can prove that you two can work on something as a team. Show each other that, it&#39;s okay if you burn the cake. Hey, at least you still have the frosting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you want to bond with your sister, do her make up. It&#39;ll show patience when you&amp;nbsp;accidentally poke her in the eye with the mascara brush. It&#39;ll teach you to laugh it off when you both look like clowns afterwards. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you want to bond with your sister, go shopping. Try on&amp;nbsp;ridiculous dresses and get&amp;nbsp;delirious&amp;nbsp;in the dressing room. If you are having a &quot;fat day&quot; just go for some ice cream and keep each other from remembering why they were laughing in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you want to bond with your sister, watch a scary movie. You&#39;ll scream and tell people not to go into the dark basement and just be goofy. Then at night you&#39;ll get a little freaked out and crawl into your sister&#39;s bed. She might kick you out, but at least she knows you love her and feel safe with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you want to bond with your sister, give her some space. It&#39;ll let her grow in her own identity and prove that she&#39;ll come back and love you the same even if she has tons of new friends. You&#39;re still her sister and could never be replaced.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you want to bond with your sister, curl her hair. Even though you are both mostly grown and are capable of curling your own hair, it reminds you of when you were younger, when life wasn&#39;t so&amp;nbsp;complected; you would curl each other&#39;s hair for no reason on a Saturday afternoon and ruin your hair between the amount of hairspray and burning. Both of you lived freely and had no idea what was going in the world or what to expect out of life. Boys still had cooties, except for the cute ones, which is still true to this day. Before your first heartbreak. Before you knew how to drive. Before you knew every word to &quot;Dance (Ass)&quot; By Big Sean. Before you saw your childhood slowly drifting into adulthood. It&#39;ll show you to embrace the inner child and never let her go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Christmas lights are the most enchanting thing. I could just get lost in their beauty. I don’t know why I love them so much. They go past my eyes straight into my soul warming it with a magical joy.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I lay on a small bridge in the middle of a strip center gazing at the twinkly lights in the trees above me, “Santa Baby” plays in the background. There is a slight delay in the speakers throughout the mall that adds eeriness to my surrounding.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I break focus from the lights and look past into the night sky. A plane flies by readying it’s self for landing. I think about all the people who might be on that plane, coming back from Thanksgiving break, coming back to the “real” world. Back to work Monday morning, act like nothing has changed. It’s depressing really.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Santa Baby” continues to play and the words overlap each other into a confusing mess of a song. It reminds me of how my mind has been lately. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, what my purpose is. It feels like everyone around me knows what they are doing and who they are. I know that’s not reality. They are just as lost as I am. They are just better at hiding it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I lay there thinking about Christmas lights and the purpose of life, I figure, does it really matter? Can’t I just take it one day at a time? Do I really need to figure all this out? I mean, do I even have a purpose anymore? Have I already fulfilled it and am just waiting life out?&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think the reason I love Christmas lights so much is because their purpose may seem obvious, but they are so much more than meets the eye. You think they are only for decoration, but they are to give you hope. Something you look at to give you a moment of peace so you can just put your mind back together after it’s fallen apart. So, maybe like the lights, I do have a deeper purpose…I just can’t see it yet.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5267023569209629589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/11/scintillate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/5267023569209629589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/5267023569209629589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/11/scintillate.html' title='Scintillate '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-8708332703645071156</id><published>2012-11-06T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-06T18:41:03.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Reflection Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Part of figuring out who you are is getting out and trying new things, meeting new people, and expanding your horizons. I&#39;ve been working on that. I recently started cheerleading and am about to start tumbling. I&#39;ve had lots of fun! Plus, it&#39;s a great exercise! So, try something new that you&#39;ve never thought of before. You might just&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;fall in love with it.&amp;nbsp;Maybe by doing this you&#39;ll figure out more about yourself and clear up some questions in you head.&lt;br /&gt;
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Expand your horizons in every aspect of your life; go say hi to that one random person you&#39;ve never taken time to talk to (I did that and she turned in to my BFF), listen to new (and old) music that you&#39;ve never heard, go places that you would never, ever imagined you&#39;d go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is a day that you, YOU, are alive, so live it! Explore..Breath...Live...&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a short story, that will hopefully inspire you:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I
usually wouldn’t start something like this in the middle of the day, in the
middle of my work place…but I couldn’t stand that damn clock ticking any
longer. I’ve been sitting at this desk for five years. Five years, of my life
wasted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, I
broke it. I broke that clock. Everyone in the office just stared at me. I’m
usually a normal person, I swear, but something just came over me that day. I
had to break it, or I was going to break. I just calmly grinned, looked around
the room and said “I quit.” They never saw me again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I
left that office, I felt so empowered. So free! I had the whole day to myself. “What
to do?” I mumbled to myself as I drove past every familiar store in the mall
next to my office. I pulled into the parking lot of the Startbucks. I parked my
car and just sat there. &amp;nbsp;I suddenly burst
into tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Oh,
gosh! What did I do? I’ve worked there for five years! I was up for a
promotion!” I buried my head in my hands. “I left and all I can think to do is
get a coffee! I’m supposed to be doing something spontaneous and new!” I
continued to cry…and cry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Later
that night when I got home I sat down at my computer like I always do and
logged into Pinterest. I felt numbed…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “This
isn’t right.” I stood up got dressed called up my girlfriends and went dancing.
Geez, the last time I went dancing was in college! All my girlfriends were a
little stunned at my spontaneity, but they agreed it was time to get out of the
flow of things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After a
night of partying with “the girls” we all stumbled around the parking lot
giggling and chatting. Then I just blurted out “Let’s make a pact.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What?”
Annette stared at me like I had three heads. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah,
let’s make a pact to be more adventurous. Do more with our lives.” I paused. “Nothing
irresponsible, but…new. Live our lives.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Oh, we
can make a list and randomly pick from it each Friday!” Bobbi started to get
giddy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yes!”
Annette nodded her head with a deep seriousness. “Let’s do this.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was
the beginning of something beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
LIVE,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tay&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
I just don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
They tell me I have to choose&lt;br /&gt;
Make a plan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say no because I simply don&#39;t care&lt;br /&gt;
I want to run away from all this&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be something new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sure I&#39;ll make a plan.&lt;br /&gt;
It won&#39;t be like the ones you wanted for me&lt;br /&gt;
I feel the breeze against my skin&lt;br /&gt;
Calling be to my new&amp;nbsp;beginning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I won&#39;t ever be good enough for you anyway&lt;br /&gt;
Why try if I&#39;m going to fail?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m done, just done with trying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say no because I simply don&#39;t care&lt;br /&gt;
I want to run away from all this&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be something new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tay&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies, let&#39;s just take a moment to reflect on ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;
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Is there anyone in your life, who in any way controls the way you live your life?&lt;br /&gt;
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If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do you let them?&lt;br /&gt;
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What would happen if you just broke away from them and did your own thing?&lt;br /&gt;
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You&#39;d have your life. The life that you took control of and said &quot;You know what...I&#39;m going to do what ever the hell I want to. I don&#39;t care if you like it or not.&quot; And, no I&#39;m not telling you to be rebellious to your parents or authority. I&#39;m telling you to be your own person. Stop looking for approval in other people.&lt;br /&gt;
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You only have one life, so live it.&amp;nbsp;(Notice I didn&#39;t say YOLO)&lt;br /&gt;
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Live it now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, think about what you&#39;ll do with today. Try something new, meet a new person, reinvent yourself. Just do it. Be free!&lt;br /&gt;
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Doing my own thing,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;You don&#39;t realize how much you say &quot;y&#39;all&quot; until you meet someone from another state.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You pronounce &quot;Whataburger&quot; like &quot;Waterburger&quot; and if you don&#39;t, people look at you like you have a stick up your...bum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It&#39;s not unusual to swim in the winter, even if it is cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;75 degrees is considered winter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You have to eat Tex-Mex at least once a week or you think you might die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You know the difference between Mexican food and Tex-Mex.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You have 20 deer in your yard at one time...the cure for that, yelling &quot;MOO!!&quot; and watching them all run off. (Maybe that last part is just me LOL)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It&#39;s not a Shopping Cart it&#39;s a Buggy (I didn&#39;t know that, that was a Texas thing haha)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Everything is more green and alive in Winter than in Summer, Spring, or Fall.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When it rains you sing praises and dance in the rain because it&#39;s so rare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You know how to pronounce &quot;Bexar&quot; county.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Blue Bell Ice Cream is the only ice cream you&#39;ll eat.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tubing!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pronouncing &quot;can&#39;t&quot; &quot;ca*throat catch*&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Regularly scheduled blue bonnet pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&quot;No...I don&#39;t ride I horse to school. I don&#39;t even own one.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2898371689704668422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/10/you-know-youre-from-texas-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/2898371689704668422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/2898371689704668422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/10/you-know-youre-from-texas-when.html' title='You Know You&#39;re From Texas When...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVij1bF7BGE6ju15mSnBEmTa5umkc4tfm59jpV2eTVVvO_BnGZpQnCT6W26iI5AAijoeOqOQigL6k2iCCx2girJGSsFwS2YtbMSSIHI6NBONx5DR2gDadcArxlyWBv06QTlZoIdlGz9Hl/s72-c/tex1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-4308687884825066506</id><published>2012-10-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-24T14:20:50.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you&#39;re from Ohio when...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I&#39;m from Ohio. I found this list and I think these are quite true:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;You measure distance in minutes.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Your school classes were canceled because of heat.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You know several people who have hit a deer. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You&#39;ve never met any celebrities.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You end your sentences with an unnecessary preposition. Example:&quot;Where&#39;s my coat at?&quot; or &quot;If you go to the mall I wanna go with.&quot; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You know what &quot;cow tipping&quot; is. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You think everyone from a bigger city has an accent. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You think that deer season is a national holiday.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You know what a real buckeye is, and have a recipe for candy ones. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You say that you have to &quot;sweep&quot; your floors, even though they are carpeted and you are actually &quot;vacuuming&quot; them...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You say &quot;warsh rag&quot; instead of &quot;wash rag&quot; and &quot;crick&quot; instead of &quot;creek&quot;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You know what &quot;pop&quot; is.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Taking a &quot;vacation&quot; is going to Cedar Point or King&#39;s Island.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You say &quot;supper&quot; and not &quot;dinner&quot;. &lt;/li&gt;
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Oh yeah, someone told me I say &quot;can&quot; like &quot;kin&quot;. Like, &quot;Kin (can) you bring me that?&quot;, &quot;Kin you get that for me?&quot; and etc. I didn&#39;t realize I say that, but I guess I do! We don&#39;t say &quot;ya&#39;ll&quot;, that&#39;s mostly a southern thing. &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4308687884825066506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/10/you-know-youre-from-ohio-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/4308687884825066506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/4308687884825066506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/10/you-know-youre-from-ohio-when.html' title='You know you&#39;re from Ohio when...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-4529161455269916484</id><published>2012-10-10T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-10T10:06:43.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;The House at The End of The Street&quot; Movie Review</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know why, but I&#39;ve seen a lot of movies lately. Any who, &amp;nbsp;I was nervous about seeing this movie because I really don&#39;t do well with scary movies. Love them in the moment, but I can&#39;t deal with the after part, i.e. staying home and thinking there is something or someone in my house watching me dance in my underwear. (Just kidding! I don&#39;t do anything&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;at home when I&#39;m alone...or do I?)&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I saw it with Rae and we were squirming in our seats in anticipation! We had an amazing audience though. One person started laughing hysterically at something moderately funny in the movie, but they were delirious and laughing in such a funny way, the whole theatre started laughing at the person&#39;s laugh. So, for like two minutes people were just laughing. I started getting delirious and was the last person to finish laughing...it was so hard to stop!&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the movie! I could handle the scary level. I wasn&#39;t paranormal or overly&amp;nbsp;gory. It was about crazy people and I can handle that just fine. I used to work for a counselor, so it was like another day in the office for me. Heehee&lt;br /&gt;
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The plot. I know in scary movies they lack plot much less and actual point of anything in the movie other than &quot;Kill everything!&quot; This movie actually had a plot and was interesting. So yay! It was also very&amp;nbsp;suspenseful, which I like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Over all, it was good! So if you are kind of a chicken and want to see something with your friends who are begging you to see a horror movie just say. &quot;Let&#39;s see this movie! I heard it was terrifying!&quot; Oh, but you have to cross your fingers behind your back while you say it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Boo!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you haven&#39;t seen it, what are you waiting for?! GO! Run! Buy a ticket! See it! I&#39;m not going to give too much of the plot or story away, you&#39;ll thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read the first 15 pages of the book from a sample online. The movie and book so far are very, very close together. I would like to read the rest of the book one day. It kept my attention, which is hard for a book to do for me. I think I like a lot of drama in my books and I never find one that is juicy enough. So this might just be the book for me. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;
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So pretty much, just, just go and see the movie, OK...&lt;br /&gt;
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Buh-bye,&lt;br /&gt;
Tay</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8040485685254485577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-perks-of-being-wallflower-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/8040485685254485577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/8040485685254485577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-perks-of-being-wallflower-movie.html' title='&quot;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&quot; Movie Review'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-4618875539894680561</id><published>2012-10-07T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-07T16:54:47.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your favorite literary (book) genre?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Okay, so every book is categorized into &quot;genres&quot;. From &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dictionary.com/&quot;&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;, &quot;genre&quot; is described as, &quot;of or pertaining to a specific literary type&quot;. Here are some examples of book genres: Fiction, Non-Fiction, Adventure, Romance, Young Adult (YA for short), Mystery, and etc. From them, each one is divided into sub-genres - like YA Romance, YA Mystery, and YA Adventure, for an example. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My favorite genre is Young Adult. Maybe that&#39;s because I&#39;m in the age range that ALA describes as Young Adult - 12-18 years old. That certainly doesn&#39;t mean you can&#39;t read that genre if you&#39;re not in the range, however. That&#39;s just what ages the writing is probably aimed at.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are lots of reasons why I love YA. Most YA based books&amp;nbsp;have something to do with finding&amp;nbsp;yourself... maybe discovering&amp;nbsp;who your friends are...&amp;nbsp;seeing how the world works. It&#39;s about figuring out life.&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s innocent, unjaded, naive, and ultimately, boundless.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here are some of my favorite YA books I have read...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;il_fi&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBWmVQwtcXXDtnNWDGMJUH0CeANBYxdAfkhnAGE4bLuGa_rvfg4bSwcCjHKGARemRjoryZuwpg5d3Lewu3sNrmtrcTvAVxX4z9cQkRuBShpxwbKm4gzNb4bWohoW4tC1ce6IiU4T40TW-/s200/speak.jpeg&quot; style=&quot;padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;&quot; width=&quot;135&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Speak, &lt;/em&gt;by Laurie Halse Anderson. I read this as a little seventh grader. I loved this book and still do. I know the book cover looks weird, but don&#39;t let it fool you. I can&#39;t say much more about it without spoiling it, so I just say go get a copy of it RIGHT NOW and read it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;il_fi&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBKw0GDWa4cOILghfDVq9C-S4oODv_VstW7wUzbrZliVDSqe8Z8XJw_gRcaDX7GGRrg-RBBDYXnuODIEjI7hG0OjZpzDtFzvVewfNY1nVp5BuS6TbDQg628GS7nmTZ1AJjZIG8WsgaG55/s200/Copper+Sun.jpg&quot; style=&quot;padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Copper Sun,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Sharon Draper. If you liked &lt;em&gt;The Help &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;The Secret Life of Bees, &lt;/em&gt;you&#39;ll&amp;nbsp;enjoy this book. It&#39;s a book about slavery&amp;nbsp;from a 15 year old&amp;nbsp;slave girl&#39;s perspective.&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s well written and interesting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;il_fi&quot; src=&quot;http://everydayisa.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/alaska.jpeg&quot; style=&quot;padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;&quot; width=&quot;131&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Looking for Alaska, &lt;/em&gt;by John Green. I saw something about it on my Pinterest and I looked it up and bought myself a copy online. You won&#39;t be disappointed. I must say, it does have some &quot;colorful&quot; language and some drug usage in the book, so I wouldn&#39;t recommend this to a little kid. Since this is written by a man, you get a guy&#39;s perspective on everything. I wouldn&#39;t call this a romance book, but it did have a lot of romance in it. I actually just finished this a few days ago. :)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;il_fi&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzBxDurO4aDKEQeyuau3Q3cZPFhVR_rNBDBz0_DZPitrqT8sYhXDPlVi4R69jOJNwrbDyW8UJ4M9Kkcwp4BFfboEyYSRjYZzoMwqn6gQn0evnFlFiQxDkYyrc8M4D6D7Pw4hyphenhyphenbs7Jz0s/s200/13699942.JPG&quot; style=&quot;padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;&quot; width=&quot;130&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;That Summer, &lt;/em&gt;by Sarah Dessen.&amp;nbsp;Sarah Dessen&#39;s books are always very girly, and this one was too. I read this one a few weeks ago. It&#39;s very good.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;il_fi&quot; src=&quot;http://thegospelcoalition.org/blogs/tgc/files/2012/09/Anne-Frank.jpeg&quot; style=&quot;padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;&quot; width=&quot;120&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, &lt;/em&gt;by Anne Frank. I think everyone knows what happened to Anne Frank and her life in the annex. This is worth reading, big time. It&#39;s a piece of history.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;il_fi&quot; src=&quot;http://blog.schoollibraryjournal.com/afuse8production/files/2012/05/NumbertheStars1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;&quot; width=&quot;139&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Number the Stars, &lt;/em&gt;by Lois Lowry. This is about the holocaust and a girl who escapes from it. If you only read either &lt;em&gt;Anne Frank &lt;/em&gt;or this, I would choose this one.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;il_fi&quot; src=&quot;http://bibliojunkie.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/flowers-for-algernon-book.jpg&quot; style=&quot;padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;&quot; width=&quot;131&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Flowers for Algernon, &lt;/em&gt;by Daniel Keyes. I had to read the condensed version of this in my reading book when I was in the 8th grade. I would love to read the full thing though.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;il_fi&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51AnhcwlRmL.jpg&quot; style=&quot;padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;&quot; width=&quot;130&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;The Great Gatsby, &lt;/em&gt;by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It&#39;s a classic, a timeless one, and worth your time. I posted a review about this a few weeks ago. The movie is coming to theaters in December :) yay!&lt;/li&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here are some books I want to read that are also YA. &lt;em&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird, &lt;/em&gt;by Harper Lee; &lt;em&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower, &lt;/em&gt;by Stephen Chbosky; &lt;em&gt;Thirteen Reasons Why, &lt;/em&gt;by Jay Asher; &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice, &lt;/em&gt;by Jane Austen; &lt;em&gt;Paper Towns,&lt;/em&gt; by John Green; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Emma, &lt;/em&gt;by Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;
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What are some YA books you have been reading? I would love to know. Just leave a comment and I promise I&#39;ll respond!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yours,&lt;/div&gt;
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Maddie&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;A Poem About Crazy Cat Ladies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Boys Are Stupid...&lt;/div&gt;
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Forever Alone...&lt;/div&gt;
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I Want Another Cat...&lt;/div&gt;
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Can I Get An AMEN...?&lt;/div&gt;
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Meow,&lt;/div&gt;
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So, the amazing moments in life:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Coming home late and going straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Buying amazing clothes that you found on sale.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Unexpected moments that become your favorite memories.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Talking on the phone until five in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Resting on someone&#39;s chest.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Taking long showers that wash away your worries.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Feeling as though&amp;nbsp;you finally belong somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Deciding what you want to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;
10. Feeling satisfied after a delicious meal.&lt;br /&gt;
11. Falling asleep instantly when you&#39;re upset.&lt;br /&gt;
12. Meeting people that happen to change your life.&lt;br /&gt;
13. When you have a great night of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
14. Drinking a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;
15. Realizing everything is going to be okay. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yours,&lt;/div&gt;
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Maddie﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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Like I said in my last post, I&#39;ve been in such a Christmas mood! I seriously am going to listen to Christmas music today. Maybe...probably. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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So, who else is obsessed with cute PJ&#39;s? I know I am! So in honor of lazy rainy days and staying in your PJ&#39;s all day...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;French is just plain classy. It just is! French is the most romantic language in the world and no other language can match&amp;nbsp;it&#39;s beauty and preciseness. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hardly anyone takes this course. Everyone will usually choose Spanish over French - at least the majority will. So French classes are usually pretty small.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You can easily tell if some one&#39;s speaking French, whereas with Spanish, Portuguese, Romanian etc. it is harder to tell what language they are actually speaking for the first minute or so.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learning a foreign language and having the chance to be bilingual will open up a lot more job and travel related jobs for you. When you have this on your college applications they will think of you as well-rounded and you will stand out from the crowd.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Even knowing just a few words in French will make you look amazing. You can say ANYTHING, &quot;I like to roll around in dog poop.&quot; (&lt;span a=&quot;undefined&quot; c=&quot;4&quot; class=&quot;short_text&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;116&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;fr&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;268&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;J&#39;aime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;269&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;rouler dans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;270&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;merde de chien), for instance, and you will sound stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span a=&quot;undefined&quot; c=&quot;4&quot; class=&quot;short_text&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;116&quot; lang=&quot;fr&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;270&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;The French language is just beautiful. Don&#39;t, however, study French if you have no interest in it or it&#39;s culture. You will get terrible grades if you have no passion to learn it. I marched to the beat of my own drum and took the class because I have always been interested in France - The French Revolution, Marie Antoinette, Versailles, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span a=&quot;undefined&quot; c=&quot;4&quot; class=&quot;short_text&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;116&quot; lang=&quot;fr&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;270&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;You should really&amp;nbsp;study French. I think you&#39;ll enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span a=&quot;undefined&quot; c=&quot;4&quot; class=&quot;short_text&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;116&quot; lang=&quot;fr&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;270&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;Au revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span a=&quot;undefined&quot; c=&quot;4&quot; class=&quot;short_text&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;116&quot; lang=&quot;fr&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot; closure_uid_t6k09n=&quot;270&quot; pc=&quot;null&quot;&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I had to research women in the Bible who had those qualities(The skit is from their perspective and talking about their lives). I decided to use Jezebel, Delilah, and Mary&amp;nbsp;Magdalene.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before I finished&amp;nbsp;deciding&amp;nbsp;which ladies I&#39;d use, I had to research around and look at different stories from the Bible. I found this site about Bad Girls in the Bible and if you should or should not use their names for your children because some of them are pretty names, but...you know. Anyway, the lady who wrote it is funny and great at explaining the names! So check it out! Pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Live, laugh, love, eat chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;
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Tay</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/9173807562565815019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/bad-girl-names-in-bible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/9173807562565815019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/9173807562565815019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/bad-girl-names-in-bible.html' title='Bad Girl Names in the Bible'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-7236869422414887285</id><published>2012-09-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-07T19:26:46.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Thoughts In September </title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been on Pinterest.com a lot lately...I don&#39;t know why. Oh, wait. Yes, I do, because it&#39;s addicting...&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway...today&#39;s subject.&amp;nbsp; CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I know it&#39;s September. No, I don&#39;t care. I love Christmas, not just because of Jesus (the true meaning of Christmas y&#39;all), but also because of the weather, the lights, the spirit, the joy! For me the Christmas season feeling you get in your stomach (you know the feeling) is the exact same as the feeling of &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (we all know that feeling too...hopefully). It makes me grin equally as much. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me break it down...&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas When I&#39;m Alone:&lt;br /&gt;
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Turning off all the lights, lighting some candles, turning on John Mayer station on Pandora, wrapping up in a fluffy blanket, drinking some hot chocolate, and scenting your house with&amp;nbsp;cinnamon!&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas With Friends:&lt;br /&gt;
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Same exact thing, but we are all cuddled together watching ELF :D&lt;br /&gt;
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HoHoHo,&lt;br /&gt;
Tay&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7236869422414887285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/christmas-thoughts-in-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/7236869422414887285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/7236869422414887285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/christmas-thoughts-in-september.html' title='Christmas Thoughts In September '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-7601064555222426294</id><published>2012-09-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-06T09:00:09.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be In Tune With the Moon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;This is SUCH a cool, artistic way of how to be in tune with the moon. We just had a full moon on Friday so that means we are in the Waning Moon stage. This is from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.artfulwoman.com/&quot;&gt;www.artfulwoman.com&lt;/a&gt;. Isn&#39;t this just awesome?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCkNla256sarttqupSURllYNFSOp19ZDUT5c5Bz7gW6jdjT0cV-HFnYZF_2vL4TVZZSqRqy0Pjz0DGX-0ZlVJ5x-lq96pe6WW5OwvamWgHMxFkKfx-hMW77UXl7Aa9oYb6a8nGq97DQXj/s1600/moontune031.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;[moontune031.jpg]&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCkNla256sarttqupSURllYNFSOp19ZDUT5c5Bz7gW6jdjT0cV-HFnYZF_2vL4TVZZSqRqy0Pjz0DGX-0ZlVJ5x-lq96pe6WW5OwvamWgHMxFkKfx-hMW77UXl7Aa9oYb6a8nGq97DQXj/s400/moontune031.jpg&quot; width=&quot;355&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Maddie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7601064555222426294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/be-in-tune-with-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/7601064555222426294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/7601064555222426294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/be-in-tune-with-moon.html' title='Be In Tune With the Moon!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCkNla256sarttqupSURllYNFSOp19ZDUT5c5Bz7gW6jdjT0cV-HFnYZF_2vL4TVZZSqRqy0Pjz0DGX-0ZlVJ5x-lq96pe6WW5OwvamWgHMxFkKfx-hMW77UXl7Aa9oYb6a8nGq97DQXj/s72-c/moontune031.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-606922595517848177</id><published>2012-09-05T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-05T14:10:39.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How TO and How NOT to Wear Cheetah Print</title><content type='html'>So, I&#39;ve noticed Cheetah print has become quite the thing lately. I&#39;m pretty excited about it because I LOVE cheetah print. I don&#39;t know why...I am just drawn to it. Recently, I bought a pair of cheetah sandals with braiding detail on the sides...so cute. Rae bought some cheetah flats and a backpack. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheetah has a way of making things look cheep, so watch the way you use it. Make sure it&#39;s classy!!! Now, I&#39;m going to show you a few ways &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to wear cheetah print! After I&#39;ll show you how &lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; wear it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;HOW TO NOT WEAR CHEETAH PRINT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;OK, well the issue with this one is...it&#39;s just bad. The styling of the whole outfit is just not tasteful. The print just swallows her up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yeah, just no. It&#39;s tacky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yeah, I think this is a dog&#39;s dress, but I&#39;m not sure. Anyway, that&#39;s not the point! Red and Cheetah DO NOT MIX! It&#39;s trashy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;HOW TO WEAR CHEETAH PRINT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;See, this is cute! Just a touch of cheetah in your shoes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Accessorize with cheetah! It&#39;s a classy way to have a wild side in your&amp;nbsp;wardrobe.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cheetah Shorts...I think YES! How chic is this? So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;RAWER,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tay&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;s Forget To PIN About Us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/606922595517848177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/how-to-and-how-not-to-wear-cheetah-print.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/606922595517848177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/606922595517848177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/how-to-and-how-not-to-wear-cheetah-print.html' title='How TO and How NOT to Wear Cheetah Print'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxx33mz8FQ4haSjEz1W9cmlxkG5g54mfQ4mKeA5X4mCYtJ0rKlPKV4M3WARVXMj_mhnEDLiXUWedxkoj8CAV1uhzCukD6GWmcx6kP3SRW3g5K5kVQVFbd7Lu_zJEAB_AMlVtpXWJZPyINY/s72-c/NO1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-6674169136439796243</id><published>2012-09-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-04T20:01:38.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Stretches to Increase Flexibility You Can Easily Do at Work</title><content type='html'>So...who else is&amp;nbsp;addicted&amp;nbsp;allwomenstalk.com? I know I am! So I was tooling around on their Health tab and stumbled upon &quot;9 Stretches to Increase&amp;nbsp;Flexibility&amp;nbsp;You Can Easily Do at Work&quot;. This caught my eye because I can NOT sit still at work! I am always changing the way I sit...every 5 mins. Cross legs, uncross legs,&amp;nbsp;crisscross apple&amp;nbsp;sauce, put my foot under my knee, put my foot on my desk...OK, I lied about that last one, but you get the point.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t stay still. I always get up and stretch when no one is looking.&lt;br /&gt;
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How about when people are looking? Well, you can do these&amp;nbsp;exercises when people are looking without getting that &quot;Whaaaa?&quot;&amp;nbsp;look. So check it out!:D&lt;br /&gt;
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Smooches,&lt;br /&gt;
Tay</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6674169136439796243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/9-stretches-to-increase-flexibility-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/6674169136439796243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/6674169136439796243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/09/9-stretches-to-increase-flexibility-you.html' title='9 Stretches to Increase Flexibility You Can Easily Do at Work'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-4531425814883191861</id><published>2012-08-28T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-27T13:34:21.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date a Girl Who Reads</title><content type='html'>I found this quote/essay on Pinterest a while back, but I&#39;ve never seen the whole thing. I didn&#39;t think there was an extended version. When I found this, I about jumped out of my seat. It is so cute... I wish I could write something like that!&lt;br /&gt;
This is why you should date a girl who reads...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.&lt;br /&gt;
Find a girl who reads.&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.&lt;br /&gt;
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask her if she likes the book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Buy her another cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.&lt;br /&gt;
She has to give it a shot somehow.&lt;br /&gt;
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It will not be the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fail her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.&lt;br /&gt;
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Except in the Twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.”&lt;br /&gt;
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By Rosemarie Urquico</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4531425814883191861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/08/date-girl-who-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/4531425814883191861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/4531425814883191861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/08/date-girl-who-reads.html' title='Date a Girl Who Reads'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254961543182351342.post-8421088554431280476</id><published>2012-08-27T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-27T19:23:54.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts </title><content type='html'>OK, ready for a bit of a rant?&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m just going to come out and say...people are stupid. We all know that. For various reasons and at various times I just want to pimp slap people. I&#39;m normally a very nice, calm, happy person, but today I&#39;m mad.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not going to get into any details.&lt;br /&gt;
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But...&lt;br /&gt;
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People are stupid. Just saying. I feel like pulling out my webcam and doing a &quot;Jenna Marbles&quot; style rant on stupid people. I also want to bury my face in a pillow and SCREAM. But I won&#39;t. That&#39;s why I have a blog. &amp;nbsp;*sassy grin*&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone know anything on relaxation? :/ Imma gunna need it, OK. OK!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t like hot tea, thank you very much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tay&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8421088554431280476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/08/some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/8421088554431280476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254961543182351342/posts/default/8421088554431280476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madtayrae.blogspot.com/2012/08/some-thoughts.html' title='Some Thoughts '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698268643655959320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>