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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AMSXc8cSp7ImA9WhRUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738607610853072981</id><updated>2012-01-24T22:23:08.979-05:00</updated><category term="Summer" /><category term="Me" /><category term="Help" /><category term="Andre's 4th Birthday" /><category term="Babies" /><category term="Honesty" /><category term="Prayers" /><category term="Timing" /><category term="Updates" /><category term="hurt" /><category term="Grandma" /><category term="Hospitalizations" /><category term="God" /><category term="Mike" /><category term="weekend" /><category term="birthcontrol" /><category term="The Boys" /><category term="Trials" /><category term="Moving" /><category term="Life" /><category term="Andre" /><category term="Worries" /><category term="Andre's Birth Story" /><category term="Children" /><category term="adjusting" /><category term="Ellie" /><category term="Rain" /><category term="Brothers" /><category term="family" /><category term="Love" /><category term="Moments" /><category term="Birthdays" /><category term="Blubbering" /><category term="house" /><category term="Kaleb" /><category term="Unsure" /><category term="Frustrated" /><category term="Blessings" /><category term="Time" /><category term="Home" /><category term="Homes" /><category term="Fall" /><category term="what to do" /><category term="pregnancy" /><category term="confusion" /><category term="Sadness" /><category term="School" /><title>Laughing With Life</title><subtitle type="html">This is a blog of my life, the ups the downs, the inbetweens and the search of laughter through it all. Join me as I journey through this life searching for the missing pieces.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jessica-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jessica-graves.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738607610853072981/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102481823670092054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAwjALzHOiI/TOQagdT8Z2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/3rStU5ioPiU/S220/Nov%2B2010%2B040.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/IcAZOl" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/icazol" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFRnc9eCp7ImA9WhRUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738607610853072981.post-1754675778054601236</id><published>2012-01-24T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:45:17.960-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T21:45:17.960-05:00</app:edited><title>I fall short</title><content type="html">Every day I fall short of pleasing someone. I hurt someone in some way that I don't mean to, I don't do things how they want or give them what they need, I don't show them enough appreciation or love. So someone PLEASE tell me what am I supposed to do when I make choices they aren't good enough or they should have been done a different way.&lt;br /&gt;
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