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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holidays are for making memories with loved ones. This will be the second holiday time Bombdiggity and I have spent together..and I have LOVED every second of it. We put up our first tree together this year.. *sigh* it's perfect. Hopefully next year we will have the house built and I can &lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;get some decorating done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cringe when I hear people complaining about having to "buy" gifts... for there is nothing I heart more than being about to give to the ones I love.. I am a spoiler- just ask Bombdiggity. We spoil each other.literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep Christ in your holiday. Remember the real reason for the season. We would be nothing without the savior born to Mary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's AH-mazing- I love it. I like that it's difficult, I like that not many girls actually get into bow hunting. I LOVE that bombdiggity got one too and we do it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yep! I got a ring!! Bombdiggity proposed September 23, 2011.. and I said yes. More than once. &lt;/div&gt;
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oh and meet bombdiggity..&lt;/div&gt;
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without a doubt in my mind, we are a match made in heaven... le sigh.. &lt;/div&gt;
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Date of our nuptials: March 17, 2012... 152 days from today :)&lt;/div&gt;
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﻿SO much has gone on since my last blog.. I have landed a great job at my Alma Mater (*GEAUX TIGERS*)&amp;nbsp;and really think that&amp;nbsp;I am going to love working here. It's going to be challenging and yet laid back. More details on that to come. &lt;/div&gt;
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My guy (whom I will call bombdiggity in the blog) is amazing and things are going&amp;nbsp;so great that I often pinch myself.&amp;nbsp;Bombdiggity&amp;nbsp;spoils me. I cannot lie. I love all of it. Period. I recently mentioned that I would&amp;nbsp;like to&amp;nbsp;venture into the world of Archery... I read about it and researched it. Became completely obsessed with&amp;nbsp;talking about it and "shopping" for the perfect bow...&amp;nbsp;Then.. he bought me one- pics to come soon. I * FREAKING* LOVE IT. It's so much harder than shooting a gun and way cooler. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a horrid blogger.. I know this. I try- genuinely, but I fail at keeping up with the goings on in my life. Sorry friends. I never feel like my life happenings are important enough to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't go to church like I should.. I have actually been church hopping for years, I know i need to get planted, but I am still looking. I want one close and yet good for me. Is that too much to ask?? Sunday was actually the first time i'v ebeen in months.. I know. I'm horrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like that Fleetwood Mac song- Landslide... ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is a complete random post I know.. but it's a manic Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am overjoyed that she is so happy, and yes, I am helping her pack. We are having our weekly dinner Thursday- it will be the last one for a while. We are going to the place where we first met.. cheesy I know. We were both waitresses at a small restauarant in the country. I was a newbie and she was training me. It was that moment when we started talking that I knew we would be fast friends.. and have been inseperable since. I read a quote today that said " best friends are the siblings God forgot to give you" and with Ouiser that's so true- she is my sister. My eyes are filling with tears as I type this, not because I have a heavy heart- but because I am so relieved to know that she is finally happy and has a man that loves every part of her. She and I have been through so much, never alone but always together, but&amp;nbsp;it hasn't been an easy road for us. Texas (her man) is truly an answered prayer, one that I have prayed for for years. To see the love in his eyes for her allows me to let her go with a peaceful heart and wholeheartedly allows me to share in her genuine excitement. ﻿So this week will be full of tears shed, some already this morning, and lots of laughs as I pack her up and hug her goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am waiting for a breathe of fresh air- for a break. It's been a rough month of May for me, I won't lie. Which is why I have been MIA- apologies there. I have also not wanted to "vent" , copmplain of seem like I am whining so I refrained from blogging.. ridiculous i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a learning experience, my heart has been opened and has fallen in love..through all my emotional turmoils I have learned and been shown what love is. What real love is. I am shown everyday that he loves me and tells me also- which makes it even better..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't mistake this as a "woe unto me" post- because it's not. I am blessed and I thank my God for my blessings everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Ouiser got Married- now she will be packing and heading to the Lone Star state.. Ugh the though of saying goodbye brings tears to my eyes. She is happier than I've ever seen her and it's all because of Texas (her man- which is what I call him). Amazing what a man can do to a lady :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bring on the questions ladies, I am feeling some blog loneliness and would love to get to know y'all better and share more of myself too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I love what I am doing? Yes. Am I worried about success? every.second.of.every.day. I dream about it, I think of it 24 hours a day 7 days a week. I find myself guzzling reisling and hoping that the next day will be better than today. I think about everything bad that can happen and expecting the worse. I am at a point in my life where I am vulnerable- more that I ever thought possible. More than I *knew* possible. Who me? I am that strong girl- you know, the one that does everything solo. The one who refuses help because it's a "sign of weakness". But as strong as I'd like to think I was- I sit here, with the rain hitting my window and tears stinging my eyes, wondering if I didn't jump into this sooner than I should have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I am going to be real- I&amp;nbsp;have to admit my fears. Dude- it's time to wear my feelings on my sleeve. It's time to be real.&amp;nbsp; Do I go out do something crazy? Do I stay responsible? These questions do not even make sense in black and white, much less in my head. So the question I am contemplating in my head currently is: " Do I continue to go out on a limb?" or "Do I throw in the towel?" So as insomnia attacks me tonight-&amp;nbsp; this is what I will be pondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FerqB9GJAhkfEqkn95jwRa9JVQ0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FerqB9GJAhkfEqkn95jwRa9JVQ0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WTAc/~4/FCPISFNcvMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlabauve.blogspot.com/feeds/1084496561000018769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7791893026605313120&amp;postID=1084496561000018769" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7791893026605313120/posts/default/1084496561000018769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7791893026605313120/posts/default/1084496561000018769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WTAc/~3/FCPISFNcvMA/breathing-in-breathing-out.html" title="Breathing in, breathing out...." /><author><name>Margen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344038516149915187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcKLHM6Rrhg/TTCo9LkLO1I/AAAAAAAAArA/HOMD-0YAlt4/S220/n1151538934_30142721_3567.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlabauve.blogspot.com/2011/04/breathing-in-breathing-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNQ385cSp7ImA9WhZREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791893026605313120.post-3445060122306001451</id><published>2011-04-06T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:11:32.129-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-06T13:11:32.129-05:00</app:edited><title>running through my heart....</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Seems I was walking in the wrong direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I barely recognize my own reflection, now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scared of love but scared of life alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems I've been playing on the safe side, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Building walls around my heart to save me, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's time for me to let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I'm ready to feel now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No longer am I afraid of the fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It must be time to move on now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without the fear of how it might end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'm ready to love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just when we think that love will never find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've run away, but still it's right behind you, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just something that you can't control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I'm ready to feel now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No longer am I afraid of the fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It must be time to move on now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without the fear of how it might end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'm ready to love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So come and find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be waiting up for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be holding out for you tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I'm ready to feel now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No longer am I afraid of the fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It must be time to move on now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without the fear of how it might end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'm ready, I'm ready to love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, I'm ready to love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready to Love Again- Lady Antebellum&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-3445060122306001451?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-4FYm7ufgU/TZylXkd0KyI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dS2vXOlqA9Y/s1600/C.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-4FYm7ufgU/TZylXkd0KyI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dS2vXOlqA9Y/s1600/C.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ya gotta admit. the girl has spunk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n53ox6NflMQ/TZylbBTFdGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/XbI8_xu-Iks/s1600/C3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n53ox6NflMQ/TZylbBTFdGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/XbI8_xu-Iks/s1600/C3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to mention a life that I can relate too- crazy relationships... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RMqOOfbD1ZE/TZyldHsce3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/fkabZ33pqkQ/s1600/C4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RMqOOfbD1ZE/TZyldHsce3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/fkabZ33pqkQ/s1600/C4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LaidPUEQitg/TZylermc7ZI/AAAAAAAAAso/8f6pe9S5Gpc/s1600/c5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LaidPUEQitg/TZylermc7ZI/AAAAAAAAAso/8f6pe9S5Gpc/s1600/c5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿But regardless- she always looks the part. She is a writer and views the world as such.. such an inspiration to me. Rocking body and personality to boot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so I love Sex in the City- mainly Carrie...Sue me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-1512418916999154812?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She's got a handful of records that she turns to&lt;br /&gt;
When she needs to land&lt;br /&gt;
She's a saturday night parade through the streets&lt;br /&gt;
That all eyes come to see including me&lt;br /&gt;
She carries memories around like souvenirs down in her pockets&lt;br /&gt;
She should have let some go by now but can't seem to drop it&lt;br /&gt;
Says forgiveness ain't nothing but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soul&lt;br /&gt;
That never rolls&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For as much as she stumbled she's runnin'&lt;br /&gt;
For as much as she runs she's still here&lt;br /&gt;
Always hoping to find something quicker than heaven&lt;br /&gt;
To make the damage of her days disappear&lt;br /&gt;
Just like Guinevere&lt;br /&gt;
Just like Guinevere&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She don't hold onto nothin' new for very long&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah she writes you in as just one more tale&lt;br /&gt;
and then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;
She once fell hard 'cause she dropped her guard&lt;br /&gt;
And no one gets to stay it's just too late&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For as much as she stumbled she's runnin'&lt;br /&gt;
For as much as she runs she's still here&lt;br /&gt;
Always hoping to find something quicker than heaven&lt;br /&gt;
To make the damage of her days disappear&lt;br /&gt;
Just like Guinevere&lt;br /&gt;
Just like Guinevere&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm inspired to be a better me, to love deeper, to help more, and to give freely. I want to be the person that people remember as having the biggest heart. Was I that horrid before? NO. *snickers* but I was getting discouraged quickly. I have a wonderful support group, i have the best guy, and a best friend that is closer than a sis.. but it's hard to find kindred spirits that love to reach down deep and pull out that creativity. So when you find one, you seem to latch on.. I thrive on other's creative spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke Bryan- yes he is married but still a hottie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Boots, Jeans, and tunes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-2117778957983227278?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uOjuR2gxspM/TWAAVKnKjhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8KkbAM8zvhI/s1600/045463_22_p1_550x550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uOjuR2gxspM/TWAAVKnKjhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8KkbAM8zvhI/s320/045463_22_p1_550x550.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me crazy- but I am obsessed with my boots!! ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-3747090740077670548?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a sneak peak at some new stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC8UbhUASvs/TV7NlBv2luI/AAAAAAAAArk/LL3p4Jx48C0/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC8UbhUASvs/TV7NlBv2luI/AAAAAAAAArk/LL3p4Jx48C0/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKmGS9iD0fM/TV7ONGqA2gI/AAAAAAAAAr0/rLNF9d2BLK8/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKmGS9iD0fM/TV7ONGqA2gI/AAAAAAAAAr0/rLNF9d2BLK8/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿ Like I said- very SMALL sample of what I have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now for a personal blog.. I am so blessed. Sometimes it blows my mind when I sit back and think of what I have in my life. Is my life perfect- um not even close. If you would have asked me at 21 what I would be doing at 27- Owning a store is not what I would have said, but i love it.. No really I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also found someone who gives me butterflies and makes me smile/laugh constantly. *another blessing* and yes, he reads my blog now and so I have to watch what I say about him... can't have him getting a big head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am content for the first time in years. Content that I am where I am supposed to be in life and that trusting God is what I will continue to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Love, Hope and Peace*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-12938714362983950?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me back way up... I met the Ex one week after after breaking off a 6 year relationship.. rebound much? Yes indeed. But I was determined to make myself heal, so that I didn't feel like such a lost soul. I was looking for something to take my mind off my extreme heartache.. the Ex was there. I can't believe I am saying/typing this, but the truth is the truth. After time I made myself ignore his MAJOR flaws and told myself that I was happy and that he cared. I did care about him, but only because I saw him as a project, I was not "in love" I just didn't want to be alone. I was tired of being rejected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to settle down, I wanted to be loved,&amp;nbsp;I wanted to be a wife. But not to him. Not to someone who didn't appreciate me or what I did for him, or even the person I am. The Ex and I were together for two long and miserable years. You know how you have that moment where you think you know someone.. and then all of a sudden your world changes and your vision becomes clear. I remember it clear as day.. I was sitting there staring at him and I thought "I don't want to marry this guy, I don't want to be miserable for the rest of my life". But what to do?? HELLO- this thought didn't hit me until three weeks before the real wedding date.. what to do? If I call it off, my beautiful plans would be ruined, my perfect day would never happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I agonized over it for days.. I cried, prayed, didn't dare tell anyone.. andd tried to talk to the Ex about my feelings.. well yeah that was a mistake. It was then I found out the truth.. he no more loved me than the next person... I was nothing more than someone that he used while it was convenient. I was not the love of his life... I actually cared and loved him. I wanted to and tried to be there for him.. but It was a joke to him. The grass was greener on the other side for him.. something that had been going on for months.. within a week the whole "relationship" that I thought we had came crumbing down... i was not the only one, and I had been lied to for months. Was he sorry? no, i believe I got a "I'm sorry for&amp;nbsp;ruining the hell out of your perfect day" as an apology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh-&amp;nbsp; the regret haunts me still. It's been a year and yet I remember it all like it was yesterday. The pain still flares up at times..but it's not heartache. It's regret. I hate that I wasted time on someone who wouldn't even apologize. That I thought I could change someone, like I meant that much to him that he would want to be a better person. Some people don't want help and push away all forms of it, as in this case. The point of this blog I guess was to explain what happened.. I felt that I owed you that much. I have deleted all my posts about the wedding so that I can't go back and read the "happy" words that I posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the truth is that I am happy. For the first time in years, I am truly happy. I have acceped my life and who I am and I am happy with where I am. Did I make the right decision calling it all off? Absolutely- that is something I do NOT regret. I am so blessed that I have the amazing friends and family that I have, they supported me and continue to support me.. Making the decision was hard.. but who said the good things in life were easy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-3722839893015796753?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the Fire- Dierks Bently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-7254499636320615064?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I being bitchy- you better believe it. I am going to be forced to "unfollow" some bloggers due to the lack of content in their blogs. I mean really? Can we not have out brains and use them for opening up and sharing what's really going on in our lives without lacing our blogs with nonsense. I don't always want to know what your favorite pair of heels are that week..I want to know that you are real and struggling through life like me. I want to know where my kindred spirits are out there. I want to know that I am not the only one that things deeper than what I am going to buy this weekend, or where my favorite place to shop is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to know all about my readers/followers. I love writing about my weeks,days and months. But hesitate to do so because I don't want to lose followers or bore y'all. I want to be able to cast my thoughts out there and have you comment, criticize or correct me.. I want interaction and I want to develop friendships through this blog world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are your thoughts??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Love, thoughts and Blogs*﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-3109363505790092312?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you keep it together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-1998434474242060892?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcKLHM6Rrhg/TTCc6_25odI/AAAAAAAAAqc/aFAe9UqtrcQ/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcKLHM6Rrhg/TTCc6_25odI/AAAAAAAAAqc/aFAe9UqtrcQ/s320/books.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ideas? Please send them to me! ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7791893026605313120-4499364533278838371?l=mlabauve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, What's making you happy on this Humpday??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am loving that I got a new pair of boots for Christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am loving that scarves are once again in style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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