<?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-6344997163611029615</id><updated>2024-10-24T07:12:25.429-07:00</updated><category term="relationship"/><category term="Life"/><category term="Love"/><category term="decisions"/><category term="baby"/><category term="baby girl"/><category term="Work"/><category term="Boyfriend"/><category term="change"/><category term="life decisions"/><category term="Daughter"/><category term="Dog"/><category term="FTM"/><category term="Fixing"/><category term="Mommy"/><category term="colds"/><category term="couples"/><category term="hip pain"/><category term="moving"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="sickness"/><category term="1st pregnancy"/><category term="Car accident"/><category term="Companies"/><category term="Critical Repair"/><category term="Curls"/><category term="Friendships"/><category term="Gas can"/><category term="Hair"/><category term="July"/><category term="March"/><category term="Miss. L"/><category term="Pisces"/><category term="SAHM"/><category term="Sectioning"/><category term="Ships"/><category term="Slap"/><category term="Someone"/><category term="Standstill"/><category term="Stomach"/><category term="Sway"/><category term="Trust"/><category term="accident"/><category term="advice"/><category term="apartment"/><category term="comment"/><category term="conversation"/><category term="critical"/><category term="direction"/><category term="divorce"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="family"/><category term="farmville"/><category term="females"/><category term="fired"/><category term="frozen"/><category term="funny"/><category term="future"/><category term="girl"/><category term="guys"/><category term="heart"/><category term="hungry"/><category term="impulse"/><category term="lay offs"/><category term="left leg pain"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="money"/><category term="motivation"/><category term="myths"/><category term="opinons"/><category term="people"/><category term="person decisions"/><category term="personal"/><category term="pregnant"/><category term="qualities"/><category term="saying"/><category term="school"/><category term="sciatic nerve"/><category term="sifted"/><category term="situations"/><category term="skills"/><category term="sodality"/><category term="thought"/><category term="wet hair"/><category term="workout"/><title type='text'>You Wear Spit-Up So Well</title><subtitle type='html'>Life experiences of a First Time Mom, a growing relationship, and taking everything one day at a time!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-4537708479677437597</id><published>2013-10-31T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-31T01:04:54.029-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="workout"/><title type='text'>Stick to it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My motivation should be stronger than this....&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well those are my thoughts ever time I stop a workout routine. I can remember working out faithful while in &lt;i&gt;college&lt;/i&gt;. It wasn&#39;t to look at guys nor be seen, it was simply for the joy of working out. &lt;i&gt;I LOVED IT&lt;/i&gt;. I think the difference now is that I need and must work out in order to change my current situation. No I&#39;m not all down on myself and feeling sorry for myself, nor am I going to blame things on my pregnancy (&lt;i&gt;my daughter is 2 yrs old now&lt;/i&gt;). My problem area is the same like everyone else, pretty much, my &lt;b&gt;abs&lt;/b&gt;. To be very frank about it, it is my&lt;b&gt; lower abs&lt;/b&gt;. Just can&#39;t seem to shake it and I feel it has gotten bigger.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My journey begin with high hopes, full of motivation, and ready to get it. Started out doing &lt;b&gt;Hip Hop Abs,&lt;/b&gt; lasted a solid 2 weeks, then just died down. What happened? Not sure, assignments begin to roll in and time just escaped me. So yes basically I got&lt;i&gt; lazy&lt;/i&gt;. Second try, same thing high hopes, full of motivation, and ready to get it! Started doing &lt;b&gt;FocusT25 &lt;/b&gt;lasted a solid week! Now the problem with FocusT25 was that I was extremely dehydrated and had a constant headache throughout the entire week. I just couldn&#39;t seem to consume enough water to compensate for the amount of water I was loosing. My boyfriend was beginning to worry about me but by the end of the week I was feeling good. THEN I got sick and truly didn&#39;t feel like working out, so I didn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So now I really want to get back in the swing of things and I know the reason that working out just isn&#39;t doing it for me is because it just isn&#39;t fun any more. I&#39;m not working out just because I like it, I&#39;m working out because I need to loose this &lt;b&gt;tummy&lt;/b&gt; I&#39;ve obtained! One of my amazing friends wants to do a long distance &lt;i&gt;workout dedication session&lt;/i&gt; with me. So we are now going to be doing &lt;b&gt;Insanity&lt;/b&gt; workouts! Yes I know...dehydration risk is high for real, but this time I know how much water to drink so I should be fine! I&#39;m truly going to stick to it because we are going to call to check up on each other and keep track of each other&#39;s progress. We are doing the full 60day program as well! I&#39;ll keep you all updated on how this goes. I did the fit test yesterday and boy let me tell you...I was sweating! But cardio is what I need to loose this tummy!!&lt;br /&gt;
Stay tuned for the action!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/4537708479677437597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2013/10/stick-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4537708479677437597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4537708479677437597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2013/10/stick-to-it.html' title='Stick to it'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-7004823035391008936</id><published>2013-09-26T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-26T12:38:50.824-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boyfriend"/><title type='text'>I&#39;m Back</title><content type='html'>Yes Yes!! It has been a while but I am back on. I&#39;ve been away working and going to school to become an &lt;b&gt;Occupational Therapy Assistant&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi707hwgipxE2jVbW3yu3qWASZ1v6hyX-_WfE6sVjgs4Eic8GOsnWxDzr1vrk-PN0vi1VPZSm7fB6hxd4NoZzGPzZhSP1dKA-hLJ9yycDebHzZMSSgVQoPuqrDGc62uow4Dpoy9Uw8l42EI/s1600/IMG_20120914_203731.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi707hwgipxE2jVbW3yu3qWASZ1v6hyX-_WfE6sVjgs4Eic8GOsnWxDzr1vrk-PN0vi1VPZSm7fB6hxd4NoZzGPzZhSP1dKA-hLJ9yycDebHzZMSSgVQoPuqrDGc62uow4Dpoy9Uw8l42EI/s320/IMG_20120914_203731.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So things have been going well with me! My daughter is now 2 years old and I just feel like time has truly flew by! Currently she has strep throat and an ear infection in her right ear. So she isn&#39;t a happy little baby right now, but we are working with it. I was in the doctor office from &lt;b&gt;11:15am&lt;/b&gt; till &lt;b&gt;1:53pm&lt;/b&gt;! Sorry but for me that is a VERY long time. But I&#39;m just happy she has been diagnosed and I&#39;ll be picking up her meds in a few from Walgreens.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Relationship&lt;/b&gt; wise, things have actually progressed and have been very well these days. He is working so hard to make sure everything is fine for us at the house, which I love and appreciate so much! Since I have quit things have been very...VERY &lt;b&gt;tight&lt;/b&gt;, but we are making it through. Things are starting to come into place so we should be in a better place in November.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and I&#39;m trying to workout to get my sexy back:&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll keep yall in the loop, hope everyone has been doing well!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; See the other person (call them &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;) must also work to ensure that they are trying to trust the person again. &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; must not assume things and must stop looking at &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; under a microscope. &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; must also stop&amp;nbsp;analyzing&amp;nbsp;everything that &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; says and does. This may sound like a lot and it is but these things have to be done. Its not going to happen &lt;u&gt;over night&lt;/u&gt;, but with time,&lt;b&gt; B&lt;/b&gt; will be able to clear their mind of the thoughts and fearful feelings that have suddenly taken over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; has to do some work as well. They have to be an open book to &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;. They have to allow &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; to see their phone or emails when requested and not get upset if &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; is found sneaking into their personal things. At first this is going to be very hard for &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;, but they must believe that their actions have caused &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; to not believe anything they say nor do. If they allow &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; to see all these things then over time &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; will feel they have nothing to worry about and will become less&amp;nbsp;suspicious. Yet if &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; keeps &lt;i&gt;finding&lt;/i&gt; more things that make &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; look &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt;, then this is going to &lt;u&gt;hinder&lt;/u&gt; the &lt;i&gt;growth of trust&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; needs to first decide if they want to be true to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; or just end the relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; needs to decide if they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;willing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; to work on trusting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; or if its not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Finally and most importantly if the relationship is important to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; and work on showing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; daily how much they treasure their relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Overall&lt;/b&gt; relationships require &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; and sometimes when &lt;i&gt;bumps&lt;/i&gt; in the road happen, more work has to be involved but &lt;u&gt;don&#39;t give up&lt;/u&gt; if its &lt;b&gt;worth&lt;/b&gt; it...just &lt;i&gt;put in more work&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/6651935296532167083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/07/work-at-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6651935296532167083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6651935296532167083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/07/work-at-trust.html' title='Work at Trust'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9u7Y4WJM08PHRUr-mctPY_3s4rjub3z400gvPNgm3Wsx9dglObLCpI5xi7H-Wbzt4QQM2_Nleybk-K8slK10txSxUcj0q1re0YGmRAkcpoUiN_1zcvrKO9euuIpyLDqX_j9gj_vmZnDC/s72-c/1324556623734.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-4293461958148948287</id><published>2012-07-12T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-12T20:36:27.921-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="decisions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fixing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><title type='text'>Become Stronger</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My&lt;b&gt; life&lt;/b&gt; isn&#39;t all bad and actually it is quite good as can be. Things have happened that I can&#39;t take back nor at this time &lt;i&gt;wish&lt;/i&gt; to take back. Its like they say..&lt;i&gt;what doesn&#39;t kill you does make you stronger&lt;/i&gt;. See all the things that I have been through have simply made me &lt;b&gt;stronger&lt;/b&gt; and shown me who people truly are. Yes there has been many&lt;b&gt; tears&lt;/b&gt; shed and many&lt;b&gt; prayers&lt;/b&gt; have went up; but all in all its all good.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My love has been doing a &lt;i&gt;great &lt;/i&gt;job and has&amp;nbsp;dramatically&amp;nbsp;improved. Things have been so good and they continue to get better with each passing day. We truly are &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; and our &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; is becoming &lt;i&gt;deeper&lt;/i&gt; as it once was...actually &lt;i&gt;deeper&lt;/i&gt;. This pain I&#39;ve felt and still sadly feel has only proven that my love is merely human. He makes &lt;b&gt;mistakes&lt;/b&gt; and all I can do is hope that he has learned from his &lt;b&gt;mistakes&lt;/b&gt;. I&#39;m &lt;i&gt;praying&lt;/i&gt; that he has truly learned and will do things to make sure that never happens again. I can only accept it and move forward with my life. I also pray for strength because every day has it&#39;s challenges and the devil &lt;b&gt;tempts&lt;/b&gt; me every day.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yes I will watch for the &lt;i&gt;signs &lt;/i&gt;that all women watch for in their man, but I can&#39;t go crazy. I can&#39;t continue to drive myself crazy with worry and just fear for it happening again. I can&#39;t &lt;b&gt;live &lt;/b&gt;like that and I can&#39;t let my &lt;b&gt;daughter&lt;/b&gt; grow up with her mother acting like that. I want to show her how to trust her man and show him that she trusts him. I want her to be proud of her dad not sad because he caused her mom pain. I don&#39;t want her to see that. I&#39;ve been getting better at&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;checking&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my feelings and making sure I don&#39;t go off like I use to in the past. I guess its all a part of maturing and I&#39;m starting to get to the point were its getting easier when I&#39;m provoked.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If you can&amp;nbsp;relate&amp;nbsp;then just work though it...if you feel it is worth it. If the person doesn&#39;t seem like they care and they are not at all&amp;nbsp;regretful&amp;nbsp;or they&#39;re doing the same shyt that they &lt;b&gt;BEEN&lt;/b&gt; doing...then yea drop them!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/4293461958148948287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/07/become-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4293461958148948287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4293461958148948287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/07/become-stronger.html' title='Become Stronger'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYecScJuYWUEQlt-QLjt8hqTRV41LsN8TTGFmCQyXRW3DVTPtqX4WrntducEMh3SOXB8Wgp4bm6YBlH0CiARhv0V9gVMn-pb-O4CTod1-r-0Rw7exP9ffJJhDH10XgAw4xlGQRdf_v4sUp/s72-c/Aig85OWCQAA6CQ7.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-982151211781493984</id><published>2012-07-10T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-10T19:57:18.417-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Too Simple to be True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; How do relationships work? I use to think they were so much easier than ppl make them out to be. See once you know someone, you should know the do&#39;s n dont&#39;s of that person. Not saying your going to get it right every time but you should have a general idea.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; So what happens when you have a person that doesn&#39;t do the things to make you happy? What happens when they can&#39;t believe that its just THAT simple to please you? What happens when you find out they did those things for someone else...not you. Yet you try to work through it but they still don&#39;t do the things for you. They tell you they don&#39;t know why, they just can&#39;t....&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; That&#39;s when you constantly are hurt. That&#39;s when feelings of being unimportant, not needed, nor cared for creep in. Trying to work past them alone is hard especially when the answer is so close. Your not asking for the stars and the moon but they make it seem like you&#39;re asking so much from them. They argue with you just to make you feel you&#39;re asking for too much...yet your heart n soul says you&#39;re not. &lt;br&gt;
&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; See people are so focused on material things that they can&#39;t see that life is more than that. That I&#39;m more than that. That a text means so much more...it means you took time out of your day..for me. TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME! It&#39;s so precious and people don&#39;t understand that. Showing me you care by taking the time out for me means the world to me, but like I mentioned its too simple....people believe things should be harder than that. &lt;br&gt;
&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; So I still believe relationships can be so much easier...people just make them extent difficult.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something you won&#39;t or can&#39;t do...someone else will.&lt;/p&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Woke up feeling great! Miss. L laying next to me and she looks so cute! She is just growing like crazy and already she thinks she is grown; telling me no and walking away from me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m enjoying being a mommy! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/4092568423397716147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/07/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4092568423397716147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4092568423397716147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/07/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-7127767174971223378</id><published>2012-06-30T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-30T19:02:19.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sofeminine.co.uk/mag/psycho/d1064/c29770.html&quot;&gt;Your dominant sense is SIGHT - Your dominant sense - soFeminine.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;: &quot;emotional: you&#39;re quick to spot and feel other people&#39;s�emotions, and you&#39;re good at telling what people are thinking.�You feel their joy or pain easily and it affects you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is so me!! I can feel when people are upset and it DOES really bother me. Its like their emotions become mine...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/7127767174971223378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/06/insight-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/7127767174971223378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/7127767174971223378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/06/insight-in-me.html' title='Insight in me'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-2647048227416063238</id><published>2012-06-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-29T19:34:13.929-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boyfriend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work"/><title type='text'>Work n Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Those two words should go together...Love and Work because they just do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;I have for my &lt;b&gt;daughter&lt;/b&gt; makes me work hard to provide n care for her. The &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; I have for her pushes me to work with her, to ensure that she learns right from wrong. I want to help her but I also know she needs to do things on her own. I am so in &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; with my little girl! Seeing her brings me great joy. Don&#39;t get me wrong, at times I&#39;m frustrated with her; even angry but I still love her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The&lt;i&gt; love &lt;/i&gt;I share for her father is a different t kind of &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; yet it still requires work as well. Daily work. Sometimes to save from having a pity argument I hold my tongue and don&#39;t speak. Everything shouldn&#39;t be about winning or losing, in a relationship it should be about what&#39;s best. Now there are moments when I MUST speak up for my own &lt;b&gt;sanity&lt;/b&gt;! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;See if you don&#39;t want to work at the &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;you have then I feel bad for your partner. I&#39;ve been there...doing all the work and feeling so alone. It is really not a good feeling at all. Some days I feel like I&#39;m back at square one and doing everything alone, but I know that is truly not the case. Yet is seems that way at times. Things have been improving between my daughter&#39;s father and I; hopefully they will continue to improve. I know things won&#39;t go back to before I found out because a piece of me that truly&lt;b&gt; loved&lt;/b&gt; him &lt;u&gt;died &lt;/u&gt;that day, but I think it can be better than what it is now. I actually believe that this can only make us &lt;i&gt;stronger&lt;/i&gt;..well make me &lt;i&gt;stronger&lt;/i&gt;. Only time will tell and with much &lt;b&gt;prayer&lt;/b&gt; my feelings towards him will be more &lt;i&gt;positive&lt;/i&gt; than their current &lt;b&gt;negative&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I&#39;ll keep ya updated on my progress! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/2647048227416063238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/06/work-n-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/2647048227416063238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/2647048227416063238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/06/work-n-love.html' title='Work n Love'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuj6Ruuy4vjG1JHN_bovsO8BlYDZtuu0WGv3fhGlDxduAjvWfyCPs4c_jX9vNqJdjxINGD1poR4N4VrZ1_C03-Wm2RoAGOafdaC_13a7F67FWx47qJTR0wEumImPGUhWcYoPKMPiLJTjSm/s72-c/IMAG0091+(3).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-6477275626215360472</id><published>2012-06-29T10:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-29T10:11:45.546-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apartment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="July"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving"/><title type='text'>They said YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OMG!! WE GOT THE APARTMENT!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We shall be moving on to good ole&#39; &lt;i&gt;Jacksonville&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;!! We have been searching for an apartment complex who would allow us to move in without jobs...it has been so hard! We have been to over 30 complexes in Jacksonville but none would allow us to move in without having some kind of income coming in first. I&#39;m not upset because it makes sense..people want to make sure they are going to get paid.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But we found this wonderful complex who is going to let us pay &lt;b&gt;5 months&lt;/b&gt; rent up front and we can move on in. Now we do plan on getting jobs once we are there, but every other place wanted us to have jobs already and that wasn&#39;t happening any time soon. Now I am all smiles and happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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On to &lt;b&gt;Jacksonville&lt;/b&gt; we go...at the end of July of course..but&amp;nbsp;at-least&amp;nbsp;we have an apartment now!! :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/6477275626215360472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/06/they-said-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6477275626215360472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6477275626215360472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2012/06/they-said-yes.html' title='They said YES'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSy8adFIWKmG44mNO9yUxyy7Q0H8LJhPBTbrW5z6596Il2WPS5z0M4B6ZK_4WHnSDcz3b4Ko4ziMRwl8JGrVIOipZNEWkMk8iiLAvJ-W1VQY0SsgLz8UhK4rjO4pG28n_5gXQiWdv1yfOY/s72-c/1324556623734.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Florida, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>27.6648274 -81.5157535</georss:point><georss:box>24.0675669 -86.569464500000009 31.2620879 -76.4620425</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-8278415682405673836</id><published>2012-06-28T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-28T20:37:36.976-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving"/><title type='text'>Moving Forward...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes life just gets hard but you gotta keep moving forward. Heart-break and torn but still moving on with life. Yes I want the lovely family photo and the good life but only time will tell. &lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My daughter is now walking and we are all moving. Yes future hubby, wonderful daughter, n I shall be leaving Tally! So yes my life is about to change yet again but I&#39;m ready. My mind is more open yet my heart is more closed but everything has it&#39;s gives n takes.....&lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWc3S4d5n7EvPxL2be35s5gKhBpcQwcs2w-PUxCRDVKQMHqIA0i7qhcN2wREDEuEtdqTsUnmXRb9EZOtY70OP_TlOyuNKJXpNASg-GmCz_mOLxkZaK0RKKOmefxfHFL1oCMG6eUwBtLGf/s1600/BathTub_2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWc3S4d5n7EvPxL2be35s5gKhBpcQwcs2w-PUxCRDVKQMHqIA0i7qhcN2wREDEuEtdqTsUnmXRb9EZOtY70OP_TlOyuNKJXpNASg-GmCz_mOLxkZaK0RKKOmefxfHFL1oCMG6eUwBtLGf/s320/BathTub_2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now I didn&#39;t really need help but it was nice to&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;it. I just like doing things my way and I think&amp;nbsp;that&#39;s&amp;nbsp;were my problem really lies. Oh and how I don&#39;t want people thinking I can&#39;t do things myself because I can! I have to work on that because we have a daughter now and she needs to know that BOTH her parents are here...not just mommy all the time. I don&#39;t try to push him away but I just want him to graduate and focus on finally finishing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So here is the kicker...I love being a &quot;&lt;b&gt;Stay At Home Mom&lt;/b&gt;!&quot; It is simply great! I enjoy spending time with my daughter and not having to worry about&amp;nbsp;interacting&amp;nbsp;with rude customers all day. I&#39;m not to thrilled about going to work tomorrow either, but I know we need to income to come in so that we can save up. I have a credit card I really need to pay off and my loans will start coming in for me to pay soon, so I need the least amount of bills as possible. My job isn&#39;t that bad, but staying at home all day with my daughter is just a dream job. I don&#39;t miss ANYTHING and I get to play with her. 3 or 4 days working out of 7 isn&#39;t all that bad either, so at least there will still be days that I&#39;m home with her ALL DAY and ALL NIGHT...just sad that I can&#39;t just work from home...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/3914140659350987119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-got-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/3914140659350987119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/3914140659350987119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-got-this.html' title='I Got This'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWc3S4d5n7EvPxL2be35s5gKhBpcQwcs2w-PUxCRDVKQMHqIA0i7qhcN2wREDEuEtdqTsUnmXRb9EZOtY70OP_TlOyuNKJXpNASg-GmCz_mOLxkZaK0RKKOmefxfHFL1oCMG6eUwBtLGf/s72-c/BathTub_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-6052914645741606718</id><published>2011-09-18T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:12:08.897-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="FTM"/><title type='text'>Welcome Little One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgNEeMf9U5SuDDGu0BUAIbLQV3NbDOWsH3CLAluGdF-O14RA7mXUsNUW9SqXyTxvj7Buo8fQ8kTVoLhOdV2LTcMpjCYHejq5-lzv3wJHE_CdoIV5Zty6elA-Lbx1ehyphenhyphenhlZIDcCZirsy0v/s1600/IMAG0072.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgNEeMf9U5SuDDGu0BUAIbLQV3NbDOWsH3CLAluGdF-O14RA7mXUsNUW9SqXyTxvj7Buo8fQ8kTVoLhOdV2LTcMpjCYHejq5-lzv3wJHE_CdoIV5Zty6elA-Lbx1ehyphenhyphenhlZIDcCZirsy0v/s200/IMAG0072.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653818539382787202&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So LaShai is here!! She is too too cute and just my little mini me!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously she is!! She is dramatic, active, hyper, and goofy....all the things her mommy is! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was born July 26, 2011 at 12:25am. I know I&#39;m late putting it up here, but things have really been moving and I&#39;ve been pretty busy being a new mommy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m loving my new mom status! Some days are tough especially during her growth spurts but things are all good. She is exclusively on breastmilk so things get interesting when she wants to pull up to the breasturant every hour, so I pump as well. I&#39;ve been doing well so far and I finally start work soon! Lets see how that goes...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/6052914645741606718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-little-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6052914645741606718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6052914645741606718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-little-one.html' title='Welcome Little One'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgNEeMf9U5SuDDGu0BUAIbLQV3NbDOWsH3CLAluGdF-O14RA7mXUsNUW9SqXyTxvj7Buo8fQ8kTVoLhOdV2LTcMpjCYHejq5-lzv3wJHE_CdoIV5Zty6elA-Lbx1ehyphenhyphenhlZIDcCZirsy0v/s72-c/IMAG0072.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-7599681792148993229</id><published>2011-06-12T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:27:03.966-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hungry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnant"/><title type='text'>Eat a Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I&#39;m not even hungry but I still have to eat. It&#39;s crazy because I don&#39;t get hungry nor thirsty. I&#39;ll spend half the day not eating anything. So now I just eat lunch and make sure I.make myself eat breakfast. Dinner is a given because I&#39;m usually hungry by then. &lt;br&gt;
I wonder if anyone else feels or felt like this while pregnant....&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/7599681792148993229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/06/eat-meal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/7599681792148993229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/7599681792148993229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/06/eat-meal.html' title='Eat a Meal'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-5360556846043295549</id><published>2011-06-12T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:14:27.550-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl"/><title type='text'>Kick me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This little girl just kicks and Yes I love it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/5360556846043295549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/06/kick-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/5360556846043295549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/5360556846043295549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/06/kick-me.html' title='Kick me'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-4794467403519229069</id><published>2011-05-07T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:47:52.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like the distance between us is getting worse in a way not better. I know there are so many hormones going thru me, but he told me that he feels it too. I mean we don&#39;t do things together and now that I&#39;m thinking about it...we truly don&#39;t do things together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/4794467403519229069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/05/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4794467403519229069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4794467403519229069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/05/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-8017387561508601173</id><published>2011-04-22T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:53:17.712-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hip pain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sciatic nerve"/><title type='text'>OUCH..</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty good! I was able to chill out with a good friend. I dyed her hair and re-twisted her locks for her, we also watched this crazy movie called Case 28..or was it Case 29..which ever it was crazy. The girl was so evil! It just freaked me out and I so need to keep praying over my baby EVERY SINGLE DAY! I mean just things happen and I just want a healthy baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She&#39;s already getting pretty strong. I can feel her movements more and when she kicks..OMG..she kicks!! :) But my sciatic nerve pain was so intense that I couldn&#39;t even go to work today. I had to call in and just stay at home. I felt so bad because I had to leave m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOtZpHIDzpfIVzPWGH3-_MPvgQKVzRkJNWR96YgmEz0S_jC1kKSZUWiVZfznjCti79jN-CIpOQYT5WWqrutWWq6307TTgII-KKOe72Sr2VdQDIBfZZLfQHdZCU4DBse78xF7J4BVaEwms/s200/sciatic_pain_relief.jpg&quot; style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598590727349606722&quot; /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y co-worker hanging, but she&#39;ll understand. My hip was in so much pain, that I feel at my boyfriends house trying to go to the bathroom. My leg like completely gave out on me. Boss, the do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g, helped me up by letting me support my weight on him. Once done my boyfriend had to lift me up and place me in the bed. He also rolled me over and just basically helped me get comfortable. He was such a huge help and I would have been so miserable if he wasn&#39;t there to help me out. My hip feels much better today though. I walked to the store with my friend and I&#39;ve just been moving a lot better. The nurse sent me some stretches and I plan on doing a few of those before I go to sleep tonight. This hip pain is no joke though, it seriously hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m glad I&#39;m feeling much better though. I just hope it doesn&#39;t hurt like that tomorrow cuz I gotta go to work and make this MONEY!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/8017387561508601173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/04/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/8017387561508601173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/8017387561508601173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/04/ouch.html' title='OUCH..'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOtZpHIDzpfIVzPWGH3-_MPvgQKVzRkJNWR96YgmEz0S_jC1kKSZUWiVZfznjCti79jN-CIpOQYT5WWqrutWWq6307TTgII-KKOe72Sr2VdQDIBfZZLfQHdZCU4DBse78xF7J4BVaEwms/s72-c/sciatic_pain_relief.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-6462299835696663723</id><published>2011-04-21T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:56:40.887-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1st pregnancy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hip pain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="left leg pain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><title type='text'>Yep Yep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnESpV0ZLKThmUPTQAsNLedp5_sUAA8Vzt8hPAJMdH9u-6spRQ_AvUPjtPWERxwdKdqE9lC4DU3rptjpR_vmPX1lUp4wjMmlDl-K4gd9sNmgOcLuubSNNUJVWevpqC3qxC0fraUuMKwOs/s1600/baby.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnESpV0ZLKThmUPTQAsNLedp5_sUAA8Vzt8hPAJMdH9u-6spRQ_AvUPjtPWERxwdKdqE9lC4DU3rptjpR_vmPX1lUp4wjMmlDl-K4gd9sNmgOcLuubSNNUJVWevpqC3qxC0fraUuMKwOs/s200/baby.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598172400245626786&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, reading my last blog made me think...&quot;Humm, I really said I wasn&#39;t ready for kids.&quot; Well thats out the door!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I am currently pregnant..27 weeks to be exact...and I&#39;m loving it. I mean beside the pregnancy aches and pains, I really do enjoy feeling her moving around in there. Mentally I&#39;ve been preparing myself for her arrival..oh yes I&#39;m expecting a girl (team purple all the way) as well! :) Her due date is set for July 21st!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend has been nothing less than supportive. He rubs my feet, puts lotion on my tummy, and even talks to her. He still feels weird talking to her (my belly), but he&#39;s slowly getting the hang of it. I can&#39;t believe that I&#39;m almost in my 3rd trimester! Its so close! Many friends have given us baby things already and I&#39;m more than happy to take anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pains...oh yes...pains..well more like pain. My left hip has really started to kick into over drive with this pain. I mean its more like an ache, but it sucks because I&#39;ll just walking and my leg will just give out! Definitely not a good look as I&#39;m walking around on campus! My nurse told me that it&#39;s common and I just need to stretch and make sure I keep exercising. Actually I&#39;m going to have to start back since I did stop for a while. That might actually be why it has started hurting so seriously. I&#39;ll exercise and hopefully it&#39;ll help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                          To Be (Mom)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/6462299835696663723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/04/yep-yep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6462299835696663723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6462299835696663723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2011/04/yep-yep.html' title='Yep Yep'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnESpV0ZLKThmUPTQAsNLedp5_sUAA8Vzt8hPAJMdH9u-6spRQ_AvUPjtPWERxwdKdqE9lC4DU3rptjpR_vmPX1lUp4wjMmlDl-K4gd9sNmgOcLuubSNNUJVWevpqC3qxC0fraUuMKwOs/s72-c/baby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-2984153286301728164</id><published>2010-06-13T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:43:19.604-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><title type='text'>Second Thought</title><content type='html'>Well I do love my boyfriend so much and his dog...our dog...my dog...is annoying but I love him too very much. I like it when he cuddles up beside me when I&#39;m sleeping because my boyfriend is at work or when I cry and he whines with me...some how that is so soothing. Its really cute too because he&#39;ll knock me with his nose and try to lick my face so that I&#39;ll stop crying. Usually its not anything major..I just tend to get emotional sometimes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do really love my boyfriend&#39;s dog..he just gets on my nerves.....but at the end of the day being without him wouldn&#39;t be an option because I&#39;m in too deep and I would miss him oh so very much...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/2984153286301728164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/06/second-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/2984153286301728164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/2984153286301728164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/06/second-thought.html' title='Second Thought'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-8760178592330741911</id><published>2010-06-13T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:08:11.120-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boyfriend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><title type='text'>No kids</title><content type='html'>OMG!! Okay I love my boyfriend...he is amazing....but HIS DOG!!! OMG!! He is so damn annoying!! He gets on my damn nerves and he reminds me everyday of how NOT ready for kids I am. Yet I ask myself will I ever be ready for kids....assuming some people are not READY to be parents but things do happen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let&#39;s talk about this. His dog wakes us up around 7 or 8, even if we walked him really late the night before, it doesn&#39;t matter. He just wants us to woke up because HE feels its time for us to get up. This is SOOO annoying because if we had a late night, there is no sleeping in; well for my boyfriend yes because he can sleep through anything, but for me..NOPE! The dog will whine for NO DAMN REASON...just follow me around the house whining because he wants attention. He wont let me sleep because he is whining to get me to allow him to sleep in the bed. Just so damn spoiled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just so hard sometimes because I care about my boyfriend and I enjoying being around his dog...sometimes...but a full time thing...is just not going to work right now for me. I know I&#39;m selfish and really trying to do me, so that&#39;s why this is such a big problem for me. I need to be less selfish, but he is so annoying. He talks or does what he call &quot;talking.&quot; He&#39;ll try so hard to talk to us when he is aggravated or bored, I just laugh and ask him to speak English since he wants to be heard. Those with pets may understand what I mean about the &quot;talking&quot; its just so strange, but at times so annoying. And it&#39;s crazy cuz I LOVE DOGS!! Thats all I&#39;ve ever had my whole life, but this dog is spoiled beyond recognition. He&#39;ll whine if we don&#39;t share our food and sometimes he&#39;ll start barking at us! Can&#39;t even have anything romantic or sweet cuz he has to be in the mix or he&#39;ll start howling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need someone to just pray for me cuz PMSing right now and dealing with this dog is not going well.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/8760178592330741911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/8760178592330741911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/8760178592330741911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-kids.html' title='No kids'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-5745587567831899848</id><published>2010-06-11T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T04:16:42.932-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work"/><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>Wow...things have really being picking up for me!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have to hurry up and finish my test online so that I can start my training to become an assistant manager! I know exciting right?!? Well our computer is so sad at work, which means its going to take me longer to finish my test! The computer will freeze half way though my test or it&#39;ll keep repeating the same slides over and over again. Sometimes I reset the computer and other times I just give up!! This has been happening over the course of 3 weeks! I still have 8 more test to complete...I&#39;ll get it done!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love life has really been going in the right direction as well. We still have some bumps here and there but they have been far in between, which has made everything feel heaven like. Lately I&#39;ve been reconnecting with some of my old friends. I&#39;ve learned that I am very blessed to have such an understanding boyfriend, who is willing to work out any problem. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/5745587567831899848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/06/recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/5745587567831899848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/5745587567831899848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/06/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-4581741465223654645</id><published>2010-04-13T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:38:23.054-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life decisions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><title type='text'>Let&#39;s Talk</title><content type='html'>I guess it doesn&#39;t take long for a person&#39;s true colors to show.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Another friend of mine has seen the flaws that pushed me away from a mutual friend of ours. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; ;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Now I know that we all have our own set of problems that make us the person we are today. Some of us are just naturally selfish while others are merely cocky. Either way there are things about us that either we choose to change or we just don&#39;t put forth the energy to see that we need to change something about ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; font-style: normal;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;So she calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-size:medium;&quot;&gt; me up and just tells me whats been going on. How things have progressed from good to devastating. She was very upset and angery; which was very understanding since she got tried at work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;(which is a no no...never bring your personal trash into a professional environment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-size:medium;&quot;&gt; I listened to her because I knew what she was going through. It was weird listening at first because the things she said sounded so much like me...well things that I had said to my &lt;b&gt;boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;..since at the time he was the only one I could really talk to about the situation. She told me how she was being treated and how she was being talked to. I wasn&#39;t very surprised but I was that things progressed enough to have an effect on her job. Yet we ended the conversation on a good note and she feels much better about the outcome of their friendship or lack of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT53iICjYhbbEyw5qJsX24NYk1a2h9tinVL8-Hl_A4ghetG_zIT4HHtKygtpucUtBItmtG8DeFAM6nmHe7y2T36WdvQbUrolxruvZojUprknwyGcPWNou-Qw3jUq22iQQYRNihSuQ1PU9r/s1600/friendship.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT53iICjYhbbEyw5qJsX24NYk1a2h9tinVL8-Hl_A4ghetG_zIT4HHtKygtpucUtBItmtG8DeFAM6nmHe7y2T36WdvQbUrolxruvZojUprknwyGcPWNou-Qw3jUq22iQQYRNihSuQ1PU9r/s200/friendship.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459739224210214162&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;See in my situation I guess I should have seen the trend of past fallouts that our &lt;i&gt;mutual friend&lt;/i&gt; had been into with other females. This probably should have been my first sign or &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF0000;&quot;&gt;red flag&lt;/span&gt;. I, at the time was just too naive and didn&#39;t pay any attention. I&#39;m glad that I have distanced myself from her because my life has been moving in a positive direction! I don&#39;t have her negative pull on my life nor her thoughts of dreadful future.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-style: normal;  font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;I guess things really do happen for a reason and that call I got just showed me that I wasn&#39;t wrong in my decision to let that friendship go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/4581741465223654645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4581741465223654645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4581741465223654645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-talk.html' title='Let&#39;s Talk'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT53iICjYhbbEyw5qJsX24NYk1a2h9tinVL8-Hl_A4ghetG_zIT4HHtKygtpucUtBItmtG8DeFAM6nmHe7y2T36WdvQbUrolxruvZojUprknwyGcPWNou-Qw3jUq22iQQYRNihSuQ1PU9r/s72-c/friendship.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-5031325696365362127</id><published>2010-04-12T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:46:20.915-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gas can"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life decisions"/><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2E3hJXm6DeYo1jyaUTzsr3eXt4yym4s_2GEvnJLdUpZz4h3i7H3kZBHamRk358ToYEMhDzPOp8SwrCd6sByxnIwgn_3C5_OWIla-GGgG9kvSxn5bwnKiw0tEqELK1s61Xp46wJUya-hO/s1600/Gas+Can.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 108px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2E3hJXm6DeYo1jyaUTzsr3eXt4yym4s_2GEvnJLdUpZz4h3i7H3kZBHamRk358ToYEMhDzPOp8SwrCd6sByxnIwgn_3C5_OWIla-GGgG9kvSxn5bwnKiw0tEqELK1s61Xp46wJUya-hO/s200/Gas+Can.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459355139628262162&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      OMG, working out gives you motivation because you see people and feel like &quot;Dang I really don&#39;t want to look like that...let me do ten more minutes&quot; or &quot;DANG, I need to add 10 more minutes on so I can look like THAT!!&quot; Well at least thats how it is for me! Today was a pretty good work out though, I actually just did some &lt;b&gt;cardio&lt;/b&gt;, which I need to do. I was told thats how I can get rid of this baby fat (&lt;i&gt;can I really still call it baby fat even though I&#39;m 23...well I am&lt;/i&gt;)!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Let me tell you about work last night! Haha! Sorry its just funny thinking about it. So this man comes in and wants to put a &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF0000;&quot;&gt;$1.00&lt;/span&gt; on pump number 9 because his car broke down some where down the street. Side Note:&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; He is carrying and waving around a McDonald&#39;s Large Sweet Tea Cup while talking to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I take the money and put it on the pump and ask him &quot;Sir, I don&#39;t believe you can use that cup to put gas in&quot;, He just waves me off and continues out the door. So my fellow employee and I watch out the window as this man attempts to put this gas in this foam &lt;i&gt;McDonald&#39;s&lt;/i&gt; cup! It begins to flow and that cup got ate &lt;b&gt;UP&lt;/b&gt; by that gas!! Haha He begin to wave the cup around and throw it on the ground. He started looking through the trash and found...&lt;b&gt;ANOTHER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;McDonald&#39;s&lt;/i&gt; Large Sweet Tea Cup. He placed the nozzle in the cup and once again for the &lt;b&gt;SECOND&lt;/b&gt; time the cup got &lt;b&gt;ATE&lt;/b&gt; up by the gas!! He throw both cups in the trash and begin digging in the trash can. He finally found a gallon jug and filled that up..it worked! Oh how my customers provided me with such entertainment...I just thought I would share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/5031325696365362127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/5031325696365362127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/5031325696365362127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2E3hJXm6DeYo1jyaUTzsr3eXt4yym4s_2GEvnJLdUpZz4h3i7H3kZBHamRk358ToYEMhDzPOp8SwrCd6sByxnIwgn_3C5_OWIla-GGgG9kvSxn5bwnKiw0tEqELK1s61Xp46wJUya-hO/s72-c/Gas+Can.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-4964643769974424488</id><published>2010-04-11T14:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:33:01.975-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life decisions"/><title type='text'>Re-Connect and Make Moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYP5ZHHisJ37xmy9-38W8b5cpa38dVsZBj72ZqQpCsVFzEMXL-ceipTxSitashtRcpcOo6MG0a6X_qpPznJMujWUi3nahrNtt2MtJNcIG82trEjXoLG559kbJZGhg8tkfFqOZyrayQLQlG/s1600/black.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYP5ZHHisJ37xmy9-38W8b5cpa38dVsZBj72ZqQpCsVFzEMXL-ceipTxSitashtRcpcOo6MG0a6X_qpPznJMujWUi3nahrNtt2MtJNcIG82trEjXoLG559kbJZGhg8tkfFqOZyrayQLQlG/s200/black.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458995785357162338&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has really been laid back, which is how I like my Sundays to be! This weekend was wonderful though! I re-connected with some friends that I had lost contact with since my other room mate and I exchanged some words. My boyfriend and I meet up with my roomie at this place called Down Under. I never knew that place existed and I had a lot of fun!! It was for EJ&#39;s mixtape release and birthday celebration all rolled into one. I introduced my boyfriend and everyone was like &quot;Oh this is who you are with all the time.&quot; Haha yes yes this is him! :) We really enjoyed ourselves and had a wonderful time. My roomie, boyfriend, and I took the dance floor and got down. We were mostly goofying off and making up our own little dances. It was nice to be out since I don&#39;t usually get to go out that much. I&#39;m so tired all the time due to working and school. Saturday night was great as well, since my boyfriend and I attended the Kappa Psi Psi Ball. It felt like Prom but college (if that makes since). Everyone was dressed up and looked very elegant. I wore a tight black dress similar to the picture but not exactly while my boyfriend worn some black slacks with a very nice collared shirt and tie plus a jacket. I mingled and chat with some of the females there and everyone was really nice. It was a warm atmosphere and everyone was just having fun. I saw a few people that I knew and meet plenty of new ones as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet when it was all done, I felt like I was really missed by my friends at Down Under. I mean I know that things were said and done but they were actually very happy to see me and I was happy to see them too! We hugged and got caught up with whats been really going on in our lives. It felt good and I&#39;m happy that I went. I&#39;m just glad I made the choice to go to both events because it got us out of our cycle and it was nice to be out in such a relaxed atmosphere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a great weekend too!! Now time to get back to school work and ready for these last few weeks of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/4964643769974424488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/04/re-connect-and-make-moves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4964643769974424488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/4964643769974424488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/04/re-connect-and-make-moves.html' title='Re-Connect and Make Moves'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYP5ZHHisJ37xmy9-38W8b5cpa38dVsZBj72ZqQpCsVFzEMXL-ceipTxSitashtRcpcOo6MG0a6X_qpPznJMujWUi3nahrNtt2MtJNcIG82trEjXoLG559kbJZGhg8tkfFqOZyrayQLQlG/s72-c/black.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-1213044861276341530</id><published>2010-04-06T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:40:06.007-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colds"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farmville"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sickness"/><title type='text'>Sneeze!</title><content type='html'>Today....Today....Today&lt;div&gt;Hummm, kinda stuffy and my head feels like its under water! I keep having to swallow so hard, because my throat feels...funny. I actually don&#39;t know whats going on with my body any more these days. I think I have allergies, but now I&#39;m not too sure. I could be getting sick because there is something going around, which would totally sux since the semester is almost over and I really need to study now!! Colds come at the worse times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, today should be a great day! I&#39;m going to make it a great day by smiling..even though I don&#39;t feel like it. There is research that that actually does help! The past few days have been a big blur, I didn&#39;t do much but study some here and there and play farmville on facebook. I&#39;m beginning to slow down on facebook farmville, but they have this new thing called co-opt, which is so cool. So I&#39;ve been on that for a while, trying to recruit people to help me grow some crops! I&#39;m almost done with one and I&#39;m just so thrilled! I&#39;ll update you on my progress!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/1213044861276341530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/04/sneeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/1213044861276341530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/1213044861276341530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/04/sneeze.html' title='Sneeze!'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344997163611029615.post-6070491205467470836</id><published>2010-03-24T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:39:41.128-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="decisions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><title type='text'>EX marks the Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmizqA5BkcEDsq8xjegmIdJcy4ATqcpr1-uGTOZ-jXbpyVIKLb6g9gnrW0F3nliBNtmi-gIitiL2WC6TJ0aV4YGXRW1RUqgvVt41pm2uJKePjRWmUnvZWDWR7FkTgMyh-iB4-l_DRTkGt/s1600/CheckMarkX.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmizqA5BkcEDsq8xjegmIdJcy4ATqcpr1-uGTOZ-jXbpyVIKLb6g9gnrW0F3nliBNtmi-gIitiL2WC6TJ0aV4YGXRW1RUqgvVt41pm2uJKePjRWmUnvZWDWR7FkTgMyh-iB4-l_DRTkGt/s200/CheckMarkX.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452410968338891282&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must study!! I really must, well I have been studying some but I need to step things up. My exam is tomorrow and its so much information! OMG! I&#39;ll get it most, big emphasis on most, of the information absorbed but not ALL of it.&lt;div&gt;Well the issue at hand is that my ex is having a party this Saturday to celebrate his birthday. Now normally I just wouldn&#39;t go and just chill-out at home, but I kind of actually want to go. Yet I don&#39;t want my current boyfriend to get upset or anything. He told me that he feels some type of way about him, but its a party! I mean its going to be tons of people so the likely hood of us having much interaction isn&#39;t even going to be in the equation. I&#39;ll go and sip on some great drinks and bring it back home...after all I do have work Sunday morning at 6am!! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/feeds/6070491205467470836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/03/ex-marks-spot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6070491205467470836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344997163611029615/posts/default/6070491205467470836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeasyiofsolace.blogspot.com/2010/03/ex-marks-spot.html' title='EX marks the Spot'/><author><name>Syi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718421926874614966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XenkMfoUgz-aA2gDUbGi9F9YhNnWmVLnvl1aTqbicxBY1BHnZxPdwhJIAcu7ZFlfEKK-EZ65U8zr_TFwpzo-VGhkCxI_hvDYE3VGRjZIYOJeY5erIn5SPYTyy2KWgA/s220/IMAG0065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmizqA5BkcEDsq8xjegmIdJcy4ATqcpr1-uGTOZ-jXbpyVIKLb6g9gnrW0F3nliBNtmi-gIitiL2WC6TJ0aV4YGXRW1RUqgvVt41pm2uJKePjRWmUnvZWDWR7FkTgMyh-iB4-l_DRTkGt/s72-c/CheckMarkX.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>