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This blog is protected by Copyscape Plagiarism Checker.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainaavalos.blogspot.com/feeds/6502809395739214874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650930145402798212&amp;postID=6502809395739214874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650930145402798212/posts/default/6502809395739214874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650930145402798212/posts/default/6502809395739214874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainaavalos.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-world-with-you.html' title='a world with you'/><author><name>Elaina Avalos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/100574665535888887417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BfEIwbE1Eck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABds/0H6UCvxqKyI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/WTV1hFM3XpU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650930145402798212.post-613979470009660130</id><published>2015-06-21T16:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2015-06-21T21:29:19.513-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Future Daughter"/><title type='text'>for my daughter ~ part five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YLWIiq277w/VYclni6HFbI/AAAAAAAAB3A/5g__w8rjYEU/s1600/1acea000bb2137eb8be42d39cb71b722.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YLWIiq277w/VYclni6HFbI/AAAAAAAAB3A/5g__w8rjYEU/s320/1acea000bb2137eb8be42d39cb71b722.jpg&quot; width=&quot;227&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are - part five. I have more love and dating talk for you. Here are a few things you may want to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your feelings can sway you to believe all sorts of things that may or may not be true. No matter what the entire world may try to convince you of . . . truth is truth. Feelings don&#39;t always line up with the truth. You may &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;in love. You may &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;that he cares for you. You may &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;that your feelings, especially about a boy, are telling you that you&#39;re in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But . . . if he doesn&#39;t show you by his actions that he cares for you and loves you, hold back a little. Wait. Don&#39;t give your heart. Your feelings may be strong. Your heart may want to jump in - full speed ahead, but love, being in love, dating and relationships, they&#39;re two-way streets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be times when you&#39;re in a relationship when you give more. That is not what I&#39;m talking about. What I am saying is that women&#39;s emotions are powerful things. We can convince ourselves of all sorts of things. You could convince yourself he feels the same when you are his part-time, downtime or good time. Why? Because your emotions are all tangled up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you&#39;re there in that place, stop yourself and listen to your gut. Stop yourself and listen to your closest friends and your family. I hope you will have a brother old enough to know what&#39;s going on. What does he say? How does your dad feel? Really. Is everyone warning you? Do people question you about the way he acts, the things he says, or the things he doesn&#39;t do or say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;gut tell you that he doesn&#39;t do anything for you? Is he doing all the talking? Asking? Expecting? What happens when you need him? How does he respond? Is he there for you? Does he walk away?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched someone I love walk away from me - his back turned when I was feeling stress. I was fatigued - at my wit&#39;s end. He walked away and left me standing there when he had, not only the answer right there in front of us, but at the very least, was the one person I most wanted to talk to right then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned that day that I let my feelings sway me to give my heart when I should not have. Actions speak louder than words. I mean, we know that&#39;s true, right? But when our feelings get involved and we&#39;re wrapped up, our heart doesn&#39;t always read things correctly. We don&#39;t always see the truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will have a dad that loves you and protects you. I pray for this every day. So maybe you&#39;ll be smarter about this than I &lt;strike&gt;was&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;am?&amp;nbsp;But sometimes, even still, it&#39;s hard to see the forest for the trees when the heart is involved. All I ask is that you stop. Just stop and think for a few brief moments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You deserve the love you give. You will love big. You will love with all your heart. You deserve the same in return. Don&#39;t compromise. Don&#39;t second guess your gut. Don&#39;t talk yourself out of expecting that guy&#39;s best . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love big and with all my heart. It&#39;s possible that the hurt I feel today is directly in proportion to the love. But I think there&#39;s a way to lessen the blow. Love big. But take it slow. You deserve the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;                                                        


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This blog is protected by Copyscape Plagiarism Checker.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainaavalos.blogspot.com/feeds/5980890847263845758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650930145402798212&amp;postID=5980890847263845758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650930145402798212/posts/default/5980890847263845758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650930145402798212/posts/default/5980890847263845758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainaavalos.blogspot.com/2015/05/faults-and-all.html' title='faults and all'/><author><name>Elaina Avalos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/100574665535888887417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BfEIwbE1Eck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABds/0H6UCvxqKyI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650930145402798212.post-1260077332992185238</id><published>2015-05-26T20:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-05-26T23:19:55.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good </title><content type='html'>I have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grilled on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7FmO0IxncE/VWUPL2ygxWI/AAAAAAAABy4/INw9h3Y1V7Q/s1600/IMG_5190.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&amp;quot;Memorial Day Weekend&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7FmO0IxncE/VWUPL2ygxWI/AAAAAAAABy4/INw9h3Y1V7Q/s320/IMG_5190.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Deck, Grilling&quot; width=&quot;192&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVgCybSPxvw/VWUOofQZr8I/AAAAAAAAByw/WG5YooraB-A/s1600/IMG_5192.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&amp;quot;dog&amp;quot; &amp;quot;deck&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Memorial Day Weekend&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVgCybSPxvw/VWUOofQZr8I/AAAAAAAAByw/WG5YooraB-A/s320/IMG_5192.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Boxer Mix&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And hung out with this lunatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2bQTDYD6K4/VWUOdUWp4jI/AAAAAAAAByg/AJ91CgOFWl8/s1600/IMG_5194.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;grilling, &amp;quot;Memorial Day Weekend&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2bQTDYD6K4/VWUOdUWp4jI/AAAAAAAAByg/AJ91CgOFWl8/s320/IMG_5194.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Smoked Gouda Burger&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Sunday afternoon across the river with family friends, and their church family, at Camp Don Lee. What a gorgeous place. I &lt;i&gt;will &lt;/i&gt;send my kids to camp. Some of the best experiences of my childhood were at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-of0nlnpwtIY/VWUQK7XCxtI/AAAAAAAABzM/H0H5jJRsInA/s1600/IMG_5202.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&amp;quot;Neuse River&amp;quot; &amp;quot;river&amp;quot; &amp;quot;eastern NC&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Cherry Branch Ferry&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-of0nlnpwtIY/VWUQK7XCxtI/AAAAAAAABzM/H0H5jJRsInA/s320/IMG_5202.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Seagulls&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-741rrBq_HFE/VWUQBxCU1wI/AAAAAAAABzE/YUaHkPuLDT4/s1600/IMG_5214.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&amp;quot;sunfish&amp;quot; &amp;quot;sailing&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Neuse River&amp;quot; &amp;quot;summer camp&amp;quot; &amp;quot;learn to sail&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-741rrBq_HFE/VWUQBxCU1wI/AAAAAAAABzE/YUaHkPuLDT4/s320/IMG_5214.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Camp Don Lee&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7C4zZ1SOxp0/VWUQLhOGbdI/AAAAAAAABzU/6DIFQRyVBzk/s1600/IMG_5216.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&amp;quot;sunfish&amp;quot; &amp;quot;sailing&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Neuse River&amp;quot; &amp;quot;summer camp&amp;quot; &amp;quot;learn to sail&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7C4zZ1SOxp0/VWUQLhOGbdI/AAAAAAAABzU/6DIFQRyVBzk/s320/IMG_5216.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Camp Don Lee&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLwfmjVXEeM/VWUQgJob2DI/AAAAAAAABzc/0LiluU_UAjY/s1600/IMG_5232.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&amp;quot;sunfish&amp;quot; &amp;quot;sailing&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Neuse River&amp;quot; &amp;quot;summer camp&amp;quot; &amp;quot;learn to sail&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLwfmjVXEeM/VWUQgJob2DI/AAAAAAAABzc/0LiluU_UAjY/s320/IMG_5232.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Camp Don Lee&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKyttP3CuNQ/VWUQoIEKU_I/AAAAAAAABzs/b-erK5TYYnA/s1600/IMG_5239.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&amp;quot;sailing&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Neuse River&amp;quot; &amp;quot;summer camp&amp;quot; &amp;quot;learn to sail&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKyttP3CuNQ/VWUQoIEKU_I/AAAAAAAABzs/b-erK5TYYnA/s320/IMG_5239.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Camp Don Lee&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwbEUEsl3QM/VWUQkNorHCI/AAAAAAAABzk/jCKLLq9fLRQ/s1600/IMG_5252.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;sunset, ferry, &amp;quot;Eastern NC&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwbEUEsl3QM/VWUQkNorHCI/AAAAAAAABzk/jCKLLq9fLRQ/s320/IMG_5252.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Neuse River&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some help from the kid that mows my lawn, power washing most of the house. Can&#39;t get the second story. Oops. But man, does it look better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeP8hCEKVGA/VWURRuo5Q9I/AAAAAAAAB0E/ZKZ0LT3pUbY/s1600/IMG_5263.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeP8hCEKVGA/VWURRuo5Q9I/AAAAAAAAB0E/ZKZ0LT3pUbY/s320/IMG_5263.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fired the grill up and made this scrumptious dessert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggllaA13JlA/VWURthUc8WI/AAAAAAAAB0U/D3MQiZd-sfs/s1600/IMG_5283.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;grilling &amp;quot;grilling fruit&amp;quot; &amp;quot;grilling peaches&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggllaA13JlA/VWURthUc8WI/AAAAAAAAB0U/D3MQiZd-sfs/s320/IMG_5283.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Grilled Peaches&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGRFM_B30uU/VWURtOjyOXI/AAAAAAAAB0M/CZpbtLi8NiY/s1600/IMG_5284.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;grilling &amp;quot;grilling fruit&amp;quot; &amp;quot;grilling peaches&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGRFM_B30uU/VWURtOjyOXI/AAAAAAAAB0M/CZpbtLi8NiY/s320/IMG_5284.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Grilled Peaches&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys...it was ridiculously good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...before that, I made the best freshly squeezed lemon/lime margarita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fUhdRVrhzI/VWUSOW0OXyI/AAAAAAAAB0c/FG5bJlyI_y8/s1600/IMG_5277.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&amp;quot;freshly squeezed margarita&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fUhdRVrhzI/VWUSOW0OXyI/AAAAAAAAB0c/FG5bJlyI_y8/s320/IMG_5277.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Margarita&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today? I accomplished absolutely nothing besides making homemade pizza and napping. Although I did open up a novel I&#39;ve finished writing that needs some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly thankful for the long weekend, the rest, and constant reminders that my life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend? Have an adventures? I hope yours was as slow moving an restful as mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;                                                        


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This blog is protected by Copyscape Plagiarism Checker.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainaavalos.blogspot.com/feeds/1260077332992185238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650930145402798212&amp;postID=1260077332992185238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650930145402798212/posts/default/1260077332992185238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650930145402798212/posts/default/1260077332992185238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainaavalos.blogspot.com/2015/05/life-is-good.html' title='life is good '/><author><name>Elaina Avalos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/100574665535888887417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BfEIwbE1Eck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABds/0H6UCvxqKyI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7FmO0IxncE/VWUPL2ygxWI/AAAAAAAABy4/INw9h3Y1V7Q/s72-c/IMG_5190.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650930145402798212.post-5473920213033844884</id><published>2015-05-25T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-05-26T22:57:40.399-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="win my heart"/><title type='text'>how to win my heart {i don&#39;t remember which number this is}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXZnTPoK3WU/VWPQ-uqVZKI/AAAAAAAABxk/gZ5EsHZek4g/s1600/10417681_10152402345745256_4266270565550330608_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXZnTPoK3WU/VWPQ-uqVZKI/AAAAAAAABxk/gZ5EsHZek4g/s320/10417681_10152402345745256_4266270565550330608_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The thing is, I need you to be a man about it. Go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t toy. Don&#39;t flirt unless you mean to do something about it. Get on with it. Or go away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Like this. Need me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/qiYKik-kiBQ&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Okay, don&#39;t watch the video {It&#39;s pretty lame, unless you watch all the others from this album}. The words are all that matter. Need me. And make it happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Or you know, need me like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/MmxqAGmAttU&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&quot;I wanna get lost in some corner booth&lt;br /&gt;A cantina in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance to the static of an AM radio&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wrap the moon around us&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Because I need you...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t want your halfsies. Or your defaults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I called the bluff. And he fizzled out, his light gone quicker than the others. I think about that sometimes. Him and the others. I just hope that you&#39;ll stand out from the rest, different. Bold, even if you feel uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a man about it. Because I&#39;m not playing your guessing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;                                                        


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I am thankful for my mother. Her faithful praying, giving up meeting her own needs for ours, bearing our burdens, supporting us financially - she did it all. Alone. It&#39;s not hard to be thankful for my mother on Mother&#39;s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s not really what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, I used to dream of my future. And the dream? Simple really. I wanted to be a wife and a mom and I wanted our home to be like Grand Central Station - the place everyone wanted to be. I hoped it&#39;d be busy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that my husband and I would adopt and that our home would love whomever walked through the door, for however long they needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family would be the ministry, this life of service I always say myself as living. Our family would love and care for and serve others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 39, this definitely is not my life. For the longest time, after being hurt so badly and in a devastating way, I wandered in my faith. I wondered how a good God would place this kind of dream and hope in a person&#39;s heart to let them face such sorrow and devastation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s all part of the backstory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look towards the future, and as I look back at how I got here, I know for certain that my God has been loving me patiently through the wandering. He&#39;s reignited the hope in this dream. And He&#39;s let me know, in that way that only He can, that He&#39;s given me that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&#39;s Day isn&#39;t easy when you long to be a mom, when you&#39;ve lost a baby, or when your prayers go unanswered. Today isn&#39;t always easy. But when you know who has placed the dream in your heart, and you know He&#39;s by your side, there is always hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the midst of the sadness, I know that the God that loves me in a scandalous way is telling me to have expectant hope. Expectant hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I sure feel like there&#39;s no actual, physical reason to have this expectant hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Expectant:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222;&quot;&gt;having or showing an excited feeling that something is about to happen, especially something pleasant and interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;And so, my hope is alive. It is expectant. Because I&#39;m trusting the God that placed the dream in my heart. If you&#39;re reading and struggling today as I have, I hope you will find comfort in a few of the things I&#39;ve found comfort in today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.&quot; Matthew 5:4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&quot; Hebrews 11:1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;And by faith even Sarah, who was past childbearing age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;was enabled to bear children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;because she&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10px; line-height: 11.5px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;considered him faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;who had made the promise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;And so from this one man, and he as good as dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore.&quot; Hebrews 11:11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;                                                        


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I mean . . . I like to dream that I&#39;ll write a few. But I think my first bestseller will be a book about dating and relationships. This won&#39;t be your average book on dating and relationships though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Besides being wickedly funny, because I&#39;m hilarious, it will also be a step-by-step manual for dudes. I&#39;ve often thought about writing a book for the single ladies. But more and more I think I&#39;m missing the real need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other words, guys . . . what is even going on with you these days? I think you need help. Earlier this evening, I posted a Facebook status on this very topic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A friend mentioned that I should write about &quot;green lights.&quot; Green lights? Yeah, as in those things women do to show men we&#39;re interested. &lt;strike&gt;Sometimes &lt;/strike&gt;Most of the time,&amp;nbsp;you don&#39;t see them. Or you do and you don&#39;t act on them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That&#39;s gotta stop, yo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Between the green light problem, an apparent increase in emotionally unavailable dudes, unrealistic expectations by men &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;women, and a frustratingly high percentage of men NOT pursuing women they &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to be with, I think now is the time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Compadres, really. You&#39;ve got to get control of yourselves. There are some amazingly awesome women out there and you&#39;re letting them get away. You don&#39;t want them to get away. You don&#39;t.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&#39;s a two-fer to get us started:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;If you think she&#39;s interested, she probably is&lt;/b&gt;. The thing is, there are those women out there that toy with men&#39;s affections and attention. These women absolutely &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;exist. Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;ll tell you all about the girls you should avoid. We&#39;ll get to that later. But as a rule, &lt;strike&gt;women&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;good women do not do this. More often than not, women are looking for honest connection. Women tend to gravitate towards relationship. The kind of woman you really and truly want to spend your life with {you&#39;re reading the wrong post if you&#39;re looking for FWB&#39;s, one-night stands, or meaningless relationships.} is &lt;i&gt;showing you every time you see her&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; that you need to know. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I promise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If your gut reaction is that she&#39;s attracted to you, she is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But here&#39;s the deal, when you take the next step {when, not if}, it cannot be confusing. Ya&#39;ll send some serious mixed signals sometimes. Ask her out. Say {repeat with me now}:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I&#39;d like to spend some more time with you outside of work, will you have dinner with me Friday night?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While in the middle of that awesome convo you&#39;re having with her {which ALWAYS happens since you have so much fun together}, SAY IT. &quot;You know, you and I should go to that wine tasting on Friday and then have dinner. How about it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After laughing at her awesome joke, &quot;You&#39;re cute. I like cute chicks. Let&#39;s have a drink Saturday night.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ask her. Do not give her mixed signals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You say women do this. But the average man I&#39;ve dated sent some massive mixed signals until we got to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; point where all the BS ended and we finally went out. Wait, maybe I should say after the second date because sometimes getting to the second date has sucked the life out of me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So here&#39;s what you gotta do . . . if you think she&#39;s attracted to you THEN ASK HER OUT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ask her the hell out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isn&#39;t that simple?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. &lt;/b&gt;It&#39;s so simple.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hear you right now. I do. You&#39;re afraid of rejection. Women have all this power over men, or so some men like to say. Here&#39;s an even simpler concept. If you think she&#39;s interested, then you ask her out, and she rejects you, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;she isn&#39;t worth your time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Love. She simply is not. So why waste your time, energy or the possibility of being with someone amazing, by ruminating on that and letting it control you? Why risk losing someone that is, or could be, the greatest thing ever since stuffed crust pizza? Or tequila. Or Panthers football.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That&#39;s dumb, dude. &lt;i&gt;Whyyyyy&lt;/i&gt; would you do that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stop using your fear of rejection to keep you from going after what you want. It&#39;s old. It&#39;s tired. Women, even the most strong and independent among us, are honestly seeking a man that knows what he wants and has no trouble showing that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The truth is, what we&#39;re really thinking when you don&#39;t pursue us, by coming right out and asking, is that you are not interested {because men go after what they want} or you are playing a game.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the kind of woman you really want to be with? They don&#39;t play childish games either. If she plays games, she&#39;s a child. Not a woman. Good women do not play games. Real men do not play games. They will not play games with you and they will not toy with your emotions or lead you on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you think she&#39;s interested, she is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df02Ap4d1lg/VUgr94M5vvI/AAAAAAAABuM/CHNlHgDVQC4/s1600/087f6fe5617c743a00df47d65a99336f.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df02Ap4d1lg/VUgr94M5vvI/AAAAAAAABuM/CHNlHgDVQC4/s320/087f6fe5617c743a00df47d65a99336f.jpg&quot; width=&quot;273&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Don&#39;t be a douchebag. &lt;/b&gt;On the topic of toying with affections . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This has to stop. I once had a guy do this toying with me for months and months {many, many months}. Don&#39;t worry. I hadn&#39;t fallen for him. But in other situations, I have. I&#39;d like to tell you about one of those situations but I can&#39;t at the moment. So I&#39;ll tell you about this other guy. I was attracted to him. I liked him. I wanted to spend more time with him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The truth was, he had all of the power. Every last bit. Every time he moved towards me, I responded. I did everything I knew how to do. He flirted, I flirted back. He said we should go out some time, I invited him first.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then he stood me up for that first little outing. I stood there waiting for him and at least he had the decency to text me and say he wasn&#39;t coming.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I&#39;m patient. And forever full of hope when I should probably give up {haha}. So the next time I saw him, I was the same way with him I always was. If you know me, you know that my emotional, I don&#39;t want to get hurt-self had to work so very hard at that. But I was cool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So he continued with the flirting, hinting, and saying that we should go out. We texted. Often. Probably too much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Five months later . . . we had talked more than once about going out. I finally called him on that and we had dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I won&#39;t bore you with the rest of the story. But I will tell you that though things continued on after that point, I finally couldn&#39;t take the wishy-washy ways and the total lack of ability to commit to anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I had felt that way after a couple of weeks, I would have told &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; to shut up. If I had been so &quot;my way or the highway&quot; from day one, and gave up after a little confusion, I&#39;d say I was stupid, impatient, and maybe my standards are too high. But I soldiered on for many long months, ya&#39;ll.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So why did it happen? I have my theories. I won&#39;t share them. But even though he&#39;s not a bad dude, he toyed with my affections. That&#39;s all I really need to know. He didn&#39;t care enough about me as a person to say what I needed him to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did I need him to say? If it wasn&#39;t a resounding I WANT TO BE WITH YOU, I needed him to say, &quot;I&#39;m not ready.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or, &quot;I can&#39;t do this right now.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or, &quot;I like you but . . . &quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cut to the chase. Get it out in the open.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please, guys. If you want to be with this woman, that you can&#39;t get off your mind, and out of your heart, make it happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But if you&#39;re not all in, take care of her like you would your kid sister and stop flirting. Stop saying things you don&#39;t mean. Don&#39;t make promises you can&#39;t or don&#39;t intend to keep. And do not reel her in and then leave her hanging and twisting in the wind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It doesn&#39;t feel good. &lt;b&gt;I think I&#39;m there right now&lt;/b&gt;. And it hurts like hell. Like &lt;i&gt;falling for someone and he&#39;s toying with you&lt;/i&gt;, hurts like hell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So to sum up . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If you think she&#39;s interested, she probably is. &lt;/b&gt;Ask her out. Do not pass go. Stop flirting without action and ask her out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Don&#39;t be a douchebag. &lt;/b&gt;If you don&#39;t want to date her, commit to her, or if you&#39;re just entertaining yourself, find another way to have fun. Like learn to play cribbage. I don&#39;t know. &lt;b&gt;Just stop&lt;/b&gt;. Don&#39;t toy with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can do this. 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He is writing the story. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35QJJt8izbM/VUWWGHhziWI/AAAAAAAABtA/poz72lmy5MU/s1600/0daa8fd25f7cb2da3d79e3009f570b76.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35QJJt8izbM/VUWWGHhziWI/AAAAAAAABtA/poz72lmy5MU/s1600/0daa8fd25f7cb2da3d79e3009f570b76.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, &#39;lucida grande&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, &#39;lucida grande&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;My mom sent me a message with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.movingworks.org/project/chloe/&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt; video. First, I&#39;m thankful for a mama that would see this and send it my way. Second, I don&#39;t care what your view of me is for sharing it. Third, I could quote the whole thing but I&#39;ll go with these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, &#39;lucida grande&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;&quot;&gt;&quot;All of her friends were having kids and she just had to wait. And put on this cheesy smile, this fake smile, and say &#39;we&#39;re happy for you.&#39;&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, &#39;lucida grande&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;&quot;&gt;&quot;We&#39;re just fools...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, &#39;lucida grande&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 6px;&quot;&gt;&quot;So that&#39;s what we did. We just kept praying.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;&quot;&gt;&quot;You had no idea I was writing this story.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;&quot;&gt;&quot;He doesn&#39;t leave anything to chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;&quot;&gt;Some things aren&#39;t by chance. I know you think they are. But they&#39;re not. This video wasn&#39;t just &quot;by chance&quot; for me. Just like nothing else that&#39;s happened the last month or so is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;                                                        


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'/><author><name>Elaina Avalos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/100574665535888887417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BfEIwbE1Eck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABds/0H6UCvxqKyI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35QJJt8izbM/VUWWGHhziWI/AAAAAAAABtA/poz72lmy5MU/s72-c/0daa8fd25f7cb2da3d79e3009f570b76.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650930145402798212.post-8992213193945063713</id><published>2015-05-02T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2015-05-02T22:50:45.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>real life</title><content type='html'>I had my deck set up so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5BOaYBza_4/VUAwZKjUqdI/AAAAAAAABo0/lB00ZSksCxc/s1600/IMG_4692.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5BOaYBza_4/VUAwZKjUqdI/AAAAAAAABo0/lB00ZSksCxc/s1600/IMG_4692.JPG&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know I love twinkling lights, fireworks, Christmas lights...candlelight. I&#39;m just saying. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty excited about my set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set out some food for the sweet little birdies. I bought a St. Francis statue. I stuck him in the middle of that little try of birdie food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rF09-9uzJlE/VUAv78pFu0I/AAAAAAAABoc/H89rgiMSMyQ/s1600/IMG_4672.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rF09-9uzJlE/VUAv78pFu0I/AAAAAAAABoc/H89rgiMSMyQ/s1600/IMG_4672.JPG&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was cute, you know? And I&#39;ve always wanted a St. Francis statue in my yard somewhere. Although I always pictured a bigger one, like my Grandma Avalos&#39;. Until I saw the price tag. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bird food was a good idea until I discovered that the squirrels are in control of my hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate the food, sent St. Francis flying, and today, after leaving the tray empty for a day, I came home to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N57V5KkWOr0/VUWLKe9GUNI/AAAAAAAABsw/G7Z4mcjIavE/s1600/IMG_4767.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N57V5KkWOr0/VUWLKe9GUNI/AAAAAAAABsw/G7Z4mcjIavE/s1600/IMG_4767.JPG&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_k-1m3znkP8/VUWK-SS5xvI/AAAAAAAABsg/UOVgb2OvsvA/s1600/IMG_4768.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_k-1m3znkP8/VUWK-SS5xvI/AAAAAAAABsg/UOVgb2OvsvA/s1600/IMG_4768.JPG&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbBT5MsTY2U/VUWLIKt_9nI/AAAAAAAABso/IvmhE_w5B8c/s1600/IMG_4769.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbBT5MsTY2U/VUWLIKt_9nI/AAAAAAAABso/IvmhE_w5B8c/s1600/IMG_4769.JPG&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Excuse my French, but those bitches ATE MY LIGHTS! They freaking ate my lights. Croatan National Forest Squirrels, I hate you. So much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;A few weeks ago, I was driving off base after work, I swerved and almost came to a complete stop to avoid hitting a squirrel. I just so happened to be in front of one of our Marines. The next day, he teased me about that - about how I&#39;d almost caused an accident over a squirrel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Well. I&#39;d just like to state, for the record, next time you stupid squirrels, I&#39;ll hit you with my Ford Focus. And I refuse to feed you expensive, gourmet bird food. Jerks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I hate nature. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;                                                        


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I would like a table in our yard - à la the Braverman&#39;s from Parenthood. Mismatched chairs and all. I want to hang white lights and set the table like we&#39;re having a party, as many nights as possible, when the weather is warm and calls us outside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLLO8ChWOJM/VUGNcsDf3pI/AAAAAAAABp4/QyxBu1xq5Nw/s1600/c332e31a2c5f13c6d50a94905588298c.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLLO8ChWOJM/VUGNcsDf3pI/AAAAAAAABp4/QyxBu1xq5Nw/s1600/c332e31a2c5f13c6d50a94905588298c.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;233&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;2. I would like it if we go camping every summer. Let&#39;s make it a family tradition. If you don&#39;t like camping, this could be a slight problem. You could possibly make it up to me by taking me to France for my birthday next year. That&#39;s a fair trade, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;3. I would like us to have a big, huge four poster bed. Maybe one so huge, I have trouble climbing into it. I&#39;m not even kidding right now. I would like to wake up on a rainy Saturday morning and decide we&#39;re camping out with Netflix, breakfast, lunch and dinner {and each other}. All I really need would be right there with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENS_4nqgcuY/VUGYn5w7kNI/AAAAAAAABqI/DF3ItwBby8E/s1600/a66163991c60d6d0de9bdea0ca2aeb5a.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENS_4nqgcuY/VUGYn5w7kNI/AAAAAAAABqI/DF3ItwBby8E/s1600/a66163991c60d6d0de9bdea0ca2aeb5a.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;243&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;4. I would like it if our children grew up seeing our affection for each other. And even more importantly, I&#39;d like them to hear us openly encourage &amp;amp; praise each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;5. I would like it if you pretend that you don&#39;t hate my writing. I&#39;m not saying you should lie. Okay, maybe I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;6. I would like it if you were here {right now} to whisper in my ear that everything will be okay. And that the life we&#39;ve been hoping and praying for is no longer just a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;                                                        


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