<?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: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-9115790577267570622</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:43:52.443-08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='jennie&apos;s bday'/><category term='jackson'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='kentucky'/><category term='random'/><category term='Panera'/><title type='text'>Random Writing</title><subtitle type='html'>A little insight from the craziness that is my life... come along with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-6629001662847333562</id><published>2009-05-04T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:10:57.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's...  (long and TMI)</title><content type='html'>...the update Ive been forgetting to put on.  My "date" was an extremely eventful evening.  LAO and I ended up having dinner at Sonic fromt he dollar menu because the boys kinda sorta stood us up for the dinner at Eddie's.  So we hung out until around 9:30 and then I finally called TWL and told him that we were coming to get him, no questions asked, we'd made plans and I was meeting SOMEONE period.  He laughed and LAO drove to where he was hanging at and picked his already drunk behind up.  I drove LAO's truck back to Eddie's and then went along with her and TWL to pick up MCS.  MCS was kind of distant at first and then the next thing I know we're sitting on the couch all cuddled up watching SPEED tv.  Not that Im a big motor head but I like watching sometimes. It can be entertaining and educational.  So we hung out until about 2:30 and I edned up driving LAO's truck home and dropping MCS off on my way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing about that night was the fact that MCS took no as an answer even thought he knew he could talk me into giving him a yes. And he chose to meet me rather than go to someone he knew would give him some, hands down.  Since then we haven't technically hung out.  On Thursday however MCS, TWL, LAO and I ended up goig to Fast Eddy's.  It started out as TWL, LAO, TIM &amp; I going to dinner and then to a local bar.  {{Side Note: TIM is someone else TWL is trying to set me up with}}  MCS shows up at the restaurant and doesnt give me 2 looks once he sees that I'm sitting beside TIM.  Then he says he's going to The Bee's and then home. Our little group goes on to the bar and about 20 minutes after being there guess who walks in.... thats right MCS. Can you believe it?  I couldn't.  I was so stoked.  One minute we're cool just chillin there the next thing I know TWL walks up and says oh we're going to Fast Eddy's. &lt;strong&gt;I love to dance&lt;/strong&gt; So Im definately down for anywhere with a dance floor.  But first of course we had to go to another of TWL &amp; MCS's friend's house to pre-game.  There MCS acts like we're cool and it's all good.  We get in the truck to head over to Fast Eddy's and as soon as we get across state lines.. I dont exist.  No comments, no looks, nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im the queen of confusion at this point, well still at this point right now early tuesday morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im trying not to get my head too far ahead of where everything really is... but TWL acts like Im on the right trac, but MCS acts like I barely exist... so whatev... this can all be so frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I have to get back to work now.... Other news to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-6629001662847333562?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/6629001662847333562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=6629001662847333562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/6629001662847333562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/6629001662847333562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-heres-long-and-tmi.html' title='So here&apos;s...  (long and TMI)'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-533210397981985685</id><published>2009-04-21T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:10:21.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im so pathetic</title><content type='html'>I cant help but realize how truly transparent I can be.  Coke can see right through me and it makes me feel so childish and unprotected.  Im trying not to be the crazed person that I once was.  And really Im doing much better, its more that I have a friendship with Frenchie that Im not ready to let go to just nothing more than friendship.  Im just a real attachment forming girl. Coke said that if I could I would get my hands on French and never let go.  But its not true.  I would have liked to gotten to know him better, but that doesnt mean that I would have wanted to spend all of my time with him, like he does with his gf or that I would have really wanted to maintain a relationship with a man who can be as high maintenance as French can be.  I just would have liked to give it a try.  I really didnt mean for anyone at work to find out about going to dinner tomorrow with Eddie , Trey and Leigh Ann but now its too late and Coke think that Im a crazy bitch who can't let go of someone who doesnt want me and I just seem so pathetic... and I can only imagine how this is all coming off to those of you who are reading this and have no clue about female insanity.  But really I am quite sane and really I am just trying to be friends with guys that I think are really amazing people and extremely entertaining. and I think that some people may see it as insanity but really Im just grabbing onto the people that tend ot make the most sense to me at the time.  And I cant really help it if the people who make sense are the ones that I was hanging out with or the ones that Ive started to have a close friendship bond with.. ARG why does ti have to be so difficult because French has a penis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also havent told Jazz or Colie about my date, and I JUST told Vicki so its not like Im just keeping it from French... Im trying not to get to exited about it ebfore anything comes of it.  AND NOW im just over thinking all of it. WTFE!!! Im just trying to get myself moving into a positive relationship direction.  Im not obsessing, im not attached Im just ready to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just had to vent.. if you read through the craziness till now you are truly amazing people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-533210397981985685?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/533210397981985685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=533210397981985685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/533210397981985685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/533210397981985685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-pathetic.html' title='Im so pathetic'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-5902781600937653173</id><published>2009-04-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:48:59.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....Rawr Babes, Rawr....</title><content type='html'>So the latest and the greatest.  Im meeting my counsin's kind of boyfriend's friend on Wednesday. She told me that he drives a big truck.. im totally loving that!  I want a big truck, WOOOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added mobile blogging to this blog so I can share WHENEVER I feel it's neccesary. Yay for me, because alot of times I have random things i want to say/share and no one to say/share them with.. so you are the lucky contestants on the luck's gone south! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So random update-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently 'owned' by 2 guys Coke, who I work with and Simon who lives in Australia.  Im definately more sane than i used to be.. im also a little more spastic when it comes to thought processes. but we'll see... I got busy talking to Linda and forgot what I was going to say.. Some thing will NEVER change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-5902781600937653173?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/5902781600937653173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=5902781600937653173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/5902781600937653173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/5902781600937653173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2009/04/rawr-babes-rawr.html' title='....Rawr Babes, Rawr....'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-7138633721784499427</id><published>2007-10-31T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:46:32.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kentucky'/><title type='text'>Update.... Because I procrastinate</title><content type='html'>So I was cleaning out my mom's suitcase, I mean purse and found a CD with all of our pictures from her Desktop computer. Of course that meant I had to hi-jack all the pictures I wanted off of that CD immediately. There would be no waiting on that for sure. And I found all kinds of interesting pictures that I forgot had been taken... So here I am going to show you what my family is really like.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh3jPkUc0I/AAAAAAAAACE/U-djQYybTsc/s1600-h/sar+%26+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh3jPkUc0I/AAAAAAAAACE/U-djQYybTsc/s320/sar+%26+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127479623119303490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, my sister (SARS) and that arm belongs to my Granny. &lt;br /&gt;A very natural looking picture, dont you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh3jfkUc1I/AAAAAAAAACM/e2uIJUY9R8c/s1600-h/typical+mom+%26+sar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh3jfkUc1I/AAAAAAAAACM/e2uIJUY9R8c/s320/typical+mom+%26+sar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127479627414270802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and Sars... she maybe a bit on the drunker&lt;br /&gt;side of things at this point of the picture taking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2ZvkUcvI/AAAAAAAAABc/lY_gWMul6no/s1600-h/bill+drivin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2ZvkUcvI/AAAAAAAAABc/lY_gWMul6no/s320/bill+drivin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127478360398918386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be Billy, my younger brother, driving the four wheeler.  And that is our "uncle" Donald behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2Z_kUcwI/AAAAAAAAABk/kTj3Zvo9evU/s1600-h/errr+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2Z_kUcwI/AAAAAAAAABk/kTj3Zvo9evU/s320/errr+ok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127478364693885698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me... almost smiling.. closer to grunting and bearing it, i suppose.  I think I was worried about my safety with Bill driving something, anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2hvkUcxI/AAAAAAAAABs/n7XKayY9ZZU/s1600-h/im+riding+what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2hvkUcxI/AAAAAAAAABs/n7XKayY9ZZU/s320/im+riding+what.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127478497837871890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin, LA and my self.  I have no clue how to drive 4-Wheelers, so I dont.  I let her do all that driving business, and I just enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2ifkUcyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XvYxOnqMTWA/s1600-h/mama+%26+jimbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2ifkUcyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XvYxOnqMTWA/s320/mama+%26+jimbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127478510722773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle is driving my Mom around in this here picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2ivkUczI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r6WuihbMZ7U/s1600-h/me+in+org+state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh2ivkUczI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r6WuihbMZ7U/s320/me+in+org+state.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127478515017741106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling someone something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; important.  I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is all for pictures right now.. I think that is plenty.   I am currently procrastinating studying for my accounting test at 10 o'clock... because who studies before a test? Thats what I'd like to know!   Okay... so I should be studying.. but I dont really have the drive right now.  Im having a hard time getting motivated.  I'm thinking about transferring to an online school... that would be so much easier for me to do... not only because then I can just attend lectures in my pj's, literally.  But because I can work it around my schedule and not the other way around.. and with the possibility of stuff going insanely wrong with my family.. I think it's probably a smarter way to do things.  So now I have to decide on an online school, and figure out when I want to transfer to it.  For Spring 08 Semester or Fall 08 Semester.  And now I'm starting to stress myself out before a test, which is also a bad idea.  So I'm going to not stress out... and just ask advice from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt; who stumbles across this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of any decent online schools with business majors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME!  Okay.... now that I've done that I'm going to fix a second cup of coffee and get ready to drive my 40 minutes to school... How I love thee traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-7138633721784499427?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/7138633721784499427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=7138633721784499427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/7138633721784499427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/7138633721784499427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-because-i-procrastinate.html' title='Update.... Because I procrastinate'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DYTGyPqrw9I/Ryh3jPkUc0I/AAAAAAAAACE/U-djQYybTsc/s72-c/sar+%26+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-5708934614471695735</id><published>2007-09-30T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T11:14:39.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ontarioexplorer.com/Region1/WindsorSkyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ontarioexplorer.com/Region1/WindsorSkyline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing quite like waking up from a deep sleep to the cheesy ring of a cheap portable phone.  Especally when that deep sleep is induced by the consumption of almost illegal beverages, the crossing of an international border, and 4 hours of continuous dancing or walking.  But I do have to say that I enjoy Windsor.  It's always fun to go over the bridge or under the tunnel and see the skylines.  Jazz took most of the pictures last night, so I'm waiting on her to upload them to Facebook.  Then I'm going to manipulate them a little for optimum viewing with Paint.Net.  And then I'm going post them. &lt;br /&gt;    I have today off.. which is always fun... so I've been sitting around in my hanes boxers and a hoodie watching Law and Order: Criminal Intent.  Apparently there's some kind of Marathon on USA for it.  There is just something about the way that every show is basically the same, with tiny variations.   Well, Mom is going to be picking me up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-5708934614471695735?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/5708934614471695735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=5708934614471695735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/5708934614471695735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/5708934614471695735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-is-nothing-quite-like-waking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-6962838137379091934</id><published>2007-09-27T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:41:35.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jennie&apos;s bday'/><title type='text'>Should be....  Focus.. I need focus</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to write about.... these always turn into the most interesting posts, in my mind.  But everything is interesting in my mind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably be packing, as I'm heading to Jackson tonight after work, to do some laundry (cause it's free at mom's), and we're going car shopping for her tomorrow. :)  Her not so old, clunker of a Sable died on Monday.  And she's been using a rental car to get around but, let's be honest, rental cars are no where near affordable for everyday use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I have rather big plans.. I'm going to Canada with a few friends to celebrate Jennie's Birthday.  She's turning 23.  Yes at 23 you can drink in the US... however most of us who are going aren't 21, myself included.  So we're going to celebrate with her in Canada, it was her idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Jennie                                               Me                                                       Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa211/tapruitt/Concordia/n36200825_30439387_9274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we are adorable. And yes, we do know this. Anyhow, this weekend is sure to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RATHER&lt;/span&gt; exciting. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to see Ruth clearly you need to somehow get to the picture.. cause this layout doesnt move.. argggg!  But I lover her anyhow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;while posting this rather short entry, i did some "researching" and have lost all direction for where I was going... hopefully I will really write an entry that won't be cut off by me saying that I lost my direction.... but until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;yall come on back now, ya hear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-6962838137379091934?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/6962838137379091934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=6962838137379091934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/6962838137379091934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/6962838137379091934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/09/should-be-focus-i-need-focus.html' title='Should be....  Focus.. I need focus'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa211/tapruitt/Concordia/th_n36200825_30439387_9274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-7037618790095394782</id><published>2007-09-17T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:20:00.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright Already</title><content type='html'>I'm posting, dang it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wait and have something really worth while to write about.. like how I fell in love (haha right.) Or was graduating and being offered a "real" job.  But it just ain't happening right now.  Right now I'm busy trying not to fall asleep in my contemporary selling class.. My professor isnt very good at speaking English.. and has this snort cough nasal thing he does every 35 seconds when he pauses awkwardly in the middle of a lecture.  I'm not trying to pick on the man, honestly.. it just is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enjoying Miz Ree's &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; about how she met her husband, MM.  I have to admit that since I started reading her blog I've re-fallen in love with the idea of marrying a farmer/rancher in Kentucky and just raising a brood of my own chitlins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new photo editing software last night, so I will be posting some pics soon.  I know better than to promise when I can't deliver, but I gotta figure out how it all works, before I really post anything. :)  Now I think I'm going to mess with some pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-7037618790095394782?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/7037618790095394782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=7037618790095394782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/7037618790095394782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/7037618790095394782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/09/alright-already.html' title='Alright Already'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-3357345558547012510</id><published>2007-09-12T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:37:58.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>.... Deep Thoughts about my future</title><content type='html'>I'm one of those people who has the crazy thought patterns where they start thinking about eating something for lunch and the next thing you know theyre thinking about the people who live in India and worship cows and how sad their lives must be because they don't get to eat cheeseburgers big ol' greasy ones from McDonald's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give that small disclaimer so that you understand how, while I was sweeping the bakery, I started to think about posting this blog and I got to thinking about how I always thought I'd be married by 21.  I'm turning 21 in under six months and I'm not married. I know HOW RUDE of me.  My generation is truly outrageous, truly truly outrageous (that was for the Dane Cook fans).  Anyhow, I just always figured I would be.  There's nothing wrong with not being. I just thought i'd be one of those people who would find their true love at 2 and a half and be ready to get married as soon as they graduate high school, and really have already started a family.  Instead in the world i call reality, I am about to turn twenty one, havent been in a real relationship in years.  The guy at seven I thought I was going to marry is about to get married to a girl who isn't worth his holey underpants.  And I'm going to be hanging out at home this friday night with my mom.  Not that I dont love my mom.. its just not quite what I'd like to be doing on a Friday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a concious decision though.  If I am not in a serious relationship by my 28th birthday I'm going to look into getting artificially inseminated.  I want to be a mother before I'm 30.  And if I can't do it the classic way, then I'll go the more unnatural way.  I'm alright with that.  I've already told my mom that too.  So she can prepare herself for all the bullshit grandparents have to put up with when their kids aren't from the A+ American family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. it's too late for this much thought.. i need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-3357345558547012510?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3357345558547012510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=3357345558547012510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/3357345558547012510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/3357345558547012510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/09/deep-thoughts-about-my-future.html' title='.... Deep Thoughts about my future'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-3221461843232005935</id><published>2007-09-11T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:48:34.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panera'/><title type='text'>Panera-Isms</title><content type='html'>I love my job.. okay maybe not love... but I enjoy my job on most occasions.  A main part of the reason I love my job is because of the customers who come in.  Alot of the regulars always have a smile on their face, which makes me want to smile sincerely, instead of the 'grin and bear it' Panera Warmth.  Alot of the people who come in are unique to Ann Arbor, and you'll understand once I start to tell about them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the older gay couple who comes in.  They are hilarious guys.  They come early on the weekends and late on the weekdays.  They're out there with their love.  They both have handicaps, but i don't believe either of them is mentally disabled.  They remind me of my dad because they always have on a good amount of jewelry.  They're not ostentatious about their orientation, which makes it easier for me.  I can just tell because I've been exposed to the undercover homo's most of my life.  They wear rainbow bracelets and just have certain things that I recognize as pride symbols.  And on top of that, they're really nice guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is our lesbian couple.  They come in every weekend and get breakfast.  They're cute.  I'm not absolutely sure who has the more masculine role, but I have ideas.  One of them always gets the same thing, and the other will switch it up.  I think i like them so much because they are funny and they like to laugh.  Even if they're not having the best days, they still have a smile on their face, or a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luigi* is in every morning, rain or shine.  He rides his bike, sometimes his son comes with him.  His order &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; changes.  He always gets a medium soda, a cinnamon crunch bagel and a cinnamon chip scone.  He actually steps inside the store and we've got it ready in under 30 seconds.  Of course if there's a line he has to wait anyway, buts okay.  He is really nice, as is, his son.  Before classes started back they would eat breakfast together and read the paper.  It's nice to see that kind of a connection in families in this day and age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an older guy who comes in everyday and gets the same thing with little change.  He gets a bowl of soup (mostly French Onion, every once in a while Broccoli Cheddar) and "brown bread" which means whole grain baguette.  I didn't know that the first time, and gave him a plain baguette and he brought it back up to me and asked for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brown &lt;/span&gt;bread.  I figured out what he meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the "2 sugar" latte lady, the oatmeal cookie on Sunday guys, Pam's guy, the mother of two that i'd like to suffocate, McHott-Arms-Man, Mr. Bike Jerk, Apple Store guy, and what is Panera at the Colonade without   Passion Fruit Bagel Bunch Lady.  I'll tell you guys about these ones later. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-3221461843232005935?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3221461843232005935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=3221461843232005935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/3221461843232005935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/3221461843232005935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/09/panera-isms.html' title='Panera-Isms'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-3868236428631057035</id><published>2007-09-05T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:06:56.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was that shawty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NOT KID FRIENDLY LANGUAGE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of classes at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;astern.  There are 85 people in my business law class, and the professor seems to be hilarious.  The accounting professor started to put me to sleep today which means that I'm going to have to start going to Starbucks before I go to class.  My Contemporary Selling professor has an accent that I can't place.  I'm not sure if it just keeps changing, or if I'm just not used to placing them.   I'm excited about my classes tomorrow too, Macro Econ and Linear Models &amp; Probability. Yeah.. I'm going to need caffeine fo' sho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Last night I was up extremely late, because I was talking to Bryan, and i didn't want to leave him alone.. because I dont get to talk to him very often.  I've been talkin to him for like.. almost 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to insert a few snippets of our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us Talking about Me starting School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :i start class tomorrow... im kina freakin, cause i transferred schools.&lt;br /&gt;Me :what if they dont like me? lol&lt;br /&gt;Him:same shit as b4?&lt;br /&gt;Him:from the other new school&lt;br /&gt;Him:u hadnt been there long&lt;br /&gt;Me :2 years. thats long.&lt;br /&gt;Him:oh that long already?&lt;br /&gt;Me :yeah&lt;br /&gt;Him:damn&lt;br /&gt;Me :lol.&lt;br /&gt;Him: so what if no1 likes u ?&lt;br /&gt;Me :i dont know. i'll come home and cry?&lt;br /&gt;Me :youre supposed to say that it couldnt happen. im too easy to like.. geez&lt;br /&gt;Me :i may as well give myself a pep talk.&lt;br /&gt;Him:it cant&lt;br /&gt;Him:duh&lt;br /&gt;Me :lmao. right&lt;br /&gt;Him:we all love ur T+A&lt;br /&gt;Me :lmfao. if for no other reason&lt;br /&gt;Him:lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Body/Your Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME :    i found a pic of what i want to look like.. its the one im going to take to the plastic surgeon's with me..&lt;br /&gt;ME :    wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    hang on k&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    go ahead&lt;br /&gt;ME :    like this &lt; link &gt;.. only a little more boob.. and a little more ass&lt;br /&gt;HIM :    more tits?&lt;br /&gt;ME :    yup&lt;br /&gt;HIM :    so more boobs then that?&lt;br /&gt;HIM :    ur boobs are bigger then that?&lt;br /&gt;ME :    lol. No. thats why im going to the plastic surgeon&lt;br /&gt;ME :    i have C cup.. which is like..average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;him&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM :    boobs&lt;br /&gt;ME :    yes. what about them?&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    i like em?&lt;br /&gt;ME :    congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    and a big ass like u linked&lt;br /&gt;HIM :    or yours&lt;br /&gt;HIM :    for that matter&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    especially yours&lt;br /&gt;ME :    especially mine?&lt;br /&gt;ME :    why's that?&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    they are nice?&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    and big&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    and so is ur ass&lt;br /&gt;ME :    lol.&lt;br /&gt;ME :    thanks&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    arent they?&lt;br /&gt;ME :    i guess?&lt;br /&gt;ME :    ima girl.. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    u do know&lt;br /&gt;ME :    lol&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    u have a real big ass&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    and real big tits&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    and sexy lips&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    thick theighs&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    everything&lt;br /&gt;ME :    lmao. you like the way i look more than i do..&lt;br /&gt;HIM:    yes&lt;br /&gt;HIM :    u prolly like the way i look more then i do too?&lt;br /&gt;HIM :    if that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;ME :    lol.&lt;br /&gt;ME :    i do like the way you look&lt;br /&gt;ME :    lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a good few minutes to realize that he had just said that he liked the way i looked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... Im tired and my tummy is grumbling.. So im gunna go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE LOVELIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-3868236428631057035?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3868236428631057035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=3868236428631057035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/3868236428631057035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/3868236428631057035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-was-that-shawty.html' title='What was that shawty?'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-8249221517307582022</id><published>2007-09-01T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:41:16.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup.</title><content type='html'>Soo... &lt;br /&gt;We're moved in.&amp;nbsp; Concordia started classes last Wednesday, so jessica and sarah are attending classes.&amp;nbsp; jessica is officially transferred to the Ann Arbor/Ypsi store.&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to get nervous about EMU.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good news is that my next check should be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANK&lt;/span&gt;. Which brings me to a funny little antcedote about jessica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ima make bank next paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;Jess: What? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(stares at me completely confused)&lt;/span&gt; Like, have money? Not all of it going to pay bills?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right. Like money in the bank... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(staring at her like, really? &amp;amp; then i remember she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt; white)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;That was my mom on the phone..I knew you heard the phone ringing, while I was seasoning my meat... I know that you were missing my typing as well... se la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, my eldest aunt is 'officially' dying.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and my mom is depressed about it, and not having made more time for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another side note.. &lt;br /&gt;Nichole is again, talking about how she's got the right.. whatever it is that our conversation is about.. Meals, Clothes, Boys, Cars, House, Schooling.. BLAH BLAH BLAH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im irritated now.. I'm leaving.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-8249221517307582022?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/8249221517307582022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=8249221517307582022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/8249221517307582022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/8249221517307582022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/09/yup.html' title='Yup.'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-3097734615585054604</id><published>2007-07-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:02:41.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yupp.. its Almost August</title><content type='html'>Billy's birthday is pretty soon, the 8th to be exact.  I'm working a whopping 35.5 hours this week at Panera.  I move into my apartment on the 9th.  Sarah is moving in on the 10th.  I still have to buy furniture.  I have a feeling I maybe sleeping on the loveseat that Amanda gave me until the 15th. &lt;br /&gt;On the 15th Tom is loaning me $2500 for school.  Well techincally he is loaning it to mom, but its going to my schooling.  I currently owe Jenny $25, for the weekend from Rachel &amp; Aaron's Wedding.  But I will be paying that off soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying a $50 giftcard from Ruth for $40, because it's to JoAnns and she doesnt need anything from there, and I need fabric out the BUTT.  So I'm going to take that off of her hands.  I need to start packing up things, so that I can move more easily, but its not working very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to have to deal with my mom crying or my brother &amp; sister being assholes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Jonathan, but I currently &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to shoot my &lt;em&gt;foot&lt;/em&gt; off right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se La Vie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random irish phrase for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maireann croí éadrom i bhfad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A light heart lives longest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-3097734615585054604?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3097734615585054604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=3097734615585054604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/3097734615585054604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/3097734615585054604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/07/yupp-its-almost-august.html' title='Yupp.. its Almost August'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115790577267570622.post-7996211329972345938</id><published>2007-07-19T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:19:22.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this here is my attempt at yet another journal.  I'm not so sure how its going to work out.  I've never used blogger before.. and I hope that this turns out well. and it is a long lasting blog for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's my first post.. and I'll probably be posting more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Resa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115790577267570622-7996211329972345938?l=teresas-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/7996211329972345938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115790577267570622&amp;postID=7996211329972345938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/7996211329972345938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115790577267570622/posts/default/7996211329972345938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresas-writing.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome!!!!'/><author><name>MommaResa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBjY7yVdQGQ/TgASEtgeddI/AAAAAAAACTo/aLFffxh5aPk/s1600/14762955895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
