<?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-7370484060889387357</id><updated>2011-11-16T11:13:51.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos &amp; Confusion</title><subtitle type='html'>In spite of the influence of my writing, it stills feels great when I can get some of my crazy mind down in words. So here's to whatever happens next.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8414540989634212139</id><published>2011-11-16T10:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:13:51.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For You - If You Still Read This</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This goes out to a person who I used to call a really good friend. Last time I heard from you, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a sweet and ironic tune. This is my tune for you. I hope you are well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Scars"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you channel all your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our scars remind us that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against my own advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I offered you my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion's in my nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our last stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't ever come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to grab your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left my heart open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-8414540989634212139?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8414540989634212139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8414540989634212139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8414540989634212139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8414540989634212139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-you-if-you-still-read-this.html' title='For You - If You Still Read This'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1896908290297945117</id><published>2011-10-14T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:11:33.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><content type='html'>She sings the song from the bottom of her soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears running down her tired face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Gotta Be The Good Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks alone with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only dreaming of a fresh start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Could Really Be A Good Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to hold her head up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing she's wound up back where it all began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Gotta Be The Good Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sigh she picks up the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to let it all out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Could Really Be A Good Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he takes the news, she knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did what she had to with nothing to loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Gotta Be The Good Life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1896908290297945117?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1896908290297945117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-3434767503761919953</id><published>2011-08-10T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:13:32.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YUP!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM strong enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL get past/through this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPABLE me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639338085201220770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3geIO2mxp8/TkL0HCjAFKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nkvizeypy4c/s200/nc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-3434767503761919953?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3434767503761919953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=3434767503761919953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3434767503761919953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3434767503761919953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/08/yup.html' title='YUP!! :)'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3geIO2mxp8/TkL0HCjAFKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nkvizeypy4c/s72-c/nc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8309250244289456103</id><published>2011-07-18T09:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:08:25.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Honestly OK" by Dido</title><content type='html'>Speaking from my heart today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I just want to feel safe in my own skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to be happy again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to feel deep in my own world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a different day, if I was safe in my own skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I wouldn't feel so lost and so frightened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, this is today and I'm lost in my own skin..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-8309250244289456103?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8309250244289456103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8309250244289456103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8309250244289456103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8309250244289456103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/honestly-ok-by-dido.html' title='&quot;Honestly OK&quot; by Dido'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4449913778569549558</id><published>2011-07-08T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:18:53.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Silly Little Thing Called....</title><content type='html'>I hate that place between yes and no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right between maybe and probably,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fits in next to unsure and definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s one place I don’t want to go…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I always have a one way ticket there and end up having to hitchhike home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I’ll be handed a ticket to a real destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4449913778569549558?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4449913778569549558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4449913778569549558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4449913778569549558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4449913778569549558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-silly-little-thing-called.html' title='That Silly Little Thing Called....'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-773338933679281354</id><published>2011-06-27T12:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:14:08.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for the record...</title><content type='html'>I recently have experienced some events that have made me consider my actions/thoughts on things. My reason for this post is just to remind me in another year, six months, twelve years.. whatever... that I noticed this and felt this way at some point in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is definitely something to be said for poor decision making and the human mind. Now, what my opinion is on that will stay in my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the evidence of thought processes, lack of thinking actions through, failing to consider the consequences/outcomes and the lack of ability to complete said processes without an ounce of maturity has blown my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote that goes something like... "It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt" has been running over and over in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I don't find myself fitting any of the above descriptions. I hope I can find it in me to tolerate and dismiss any of the above that I may come in contact with in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-773338933679281354?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/773338933679281354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=773338933679281354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/773338933679281354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/773338933679281354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-record.html' title='for the record...'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5054754463699651722</id><published>2011-06-22T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:23:41.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>I'm a rushing, chugga-chugga-choo-choo, train headed down the wrong tracks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a salmon trying so desperately to swim upstream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lost child in a sea of people at the street fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wandering soul, searching, traveling the world over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a speeding car, driving down the wrong side of the highway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ignorant tourist in a foreign land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pocket full of quarters when the machine only takes dollar bills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes you wonder why I don't fit in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5054754463699651722?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5054754463699651722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5054754463699651722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5054754463699651722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5054754463699651722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-788256153979169293</id><published>2011-06-16T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T16:18:21.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that things worth waiting for can be painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes they aren't always what you think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Occasionally, they really aren't what you should have had in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long while, I hurt. &lt;br /&gt;I ache, like heartache. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, you have your normal pride-ache and ego-ache... but, I haven't let myself get close to anyone for fear of entanglements of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This one snuck up on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I didn't even realize how I truly felt before it was really too late. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bring myself to say anything, never seemed like the right time. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that was God's way of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; me it isn't right or isn't what's right, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it aches. I had forgotten what it is like to feel that. &lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to forget and never feel it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it's what was planned so that I can remember that others feel this too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe on the account of my actions. Maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a sore reminder that I have a heart. Bitter - it is. Yet still requires care and feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But, regardless of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pondering&lt;/span&gt;, I know I'll do what I do best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll bury it... Hide it... Patch it... Try my best to forget it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try even harder to ensure it doesn't happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-788256153979169293?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/788256153979169293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=788256153979169293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/788256153979169293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/788256153979169293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7236985237592698707</id><published>2011-06-07T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T12:04:28.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that I do not like myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I do not like the way I let people come into my life and take control. I have once again let that happen after I vowed not to let it happened again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've heard it's a personality trait... but I'm not down with that. There is no reason some other human being needs to control my life.. unknowing or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's time for me to find my own life or create it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've found that there is nothing better than a hot summer day or friends/family that accept you for what you are and what you aren't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nothing better than being out in the country, big trucks, fast cars, family and feeling like you have accomplished something for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm sure there is nothing better than phone calls/texts/messages/pictures from your family/nieces/nephews to brighten the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Appreciating the small things today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7236985237592698707?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7236985237592698707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7236985237592698707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7236985237592698707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7236985237592698707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/things.html' title='Things..'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8474773016974880663</id><published>2011-04-20T11:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:49:45.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the fly</title><content type='html'>My lips are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I won't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away with me and not a peep will be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did can't be undone and none will be the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's go away and play all day and forget we were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-8474773016974880663?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8474773016974880663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8474773016974880663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8474773016974880663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Take a breath.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Open wide; your heart, your mind and step aside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What you can do is never enough for those who look on and simply judge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o, go on now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Live.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry about what other people give.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6298551939298130400?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6298551939298130400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6298551939298130400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6298551939298130400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6298551939298130400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-thinkin.html' title='Just Thinkin&apos;'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5325757911617088941</id><published>2011-04-07T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:44:59.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Yeah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some say.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, I know....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just the same old love song.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5325757911617088941?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5325757911617088941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5325757911617088941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5325757911617088941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5325757911617088941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah, Yeah....'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5570003902894254034</id><published>2011-02-20T18:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:25:21.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no words</title><content type='html'>Pathetic, useless, worn down &amp;amp; torn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me the reason I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hell I've created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has me suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's time I open my eyes for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5570003902894254034?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5570003902894254034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5570003902894254034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5570003902894254034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5570003902894254034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-words.html' title='no words'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-9000418308472944252</id><published>2011-02-20T18:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:22:49.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Way It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the words to every man &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hatin&lt;/span&gt;' song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shes got tattooed on her heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 'Don't Mess With Me' attitude &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is printed all over her t-shirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you choose to do her wrong, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll set her anger in motion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, if she's ever treated right,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That will be the day she'll see the light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-9000418308472944252?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9000418308472944252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=9000418308472944252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/9000418308472944252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/9000418308472944252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-way-it-is.html' title='Just The Way It Is'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6295710492619613781</id><published>2011-02-17T11:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:59:33.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wits End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;set out to learn some self discipline.   oh help me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6295710492619613781?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6295710492619613781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6295710492619613781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6295710492619613781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6295710492619613781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/wits-end.html' title='Wits End'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6367804564625505510</id><published>2011-01-09T21:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:47:32.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic, Don't You Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wall to wall people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wait anxiously to be booked, boarded and flown to their destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each their own agenda, their own things to remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All forgetting their journey may be surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Stop and take stock of what your life has been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know... this may be the very end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6367804564625505510?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6367804564625505510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6367804564625505510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6367804564625505510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6367804564625505510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/01/ironic-dont-you-think.html' title='Ironic, Don&apos;t You Think?'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8902040975201202576</id><published>2011-01-04T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:13:06.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;What's around us will drown us with all its worthless wonder, &lt;br /&gt;So look within yourself and deeper, dig around and plunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Please share with me what you can find and tear it open wide,&lt;br /&gt;After you're through, I'll share with you and then we both can hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-8902040975201202576?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8902040975201202576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8902040975201202576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8902040975201202576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8902040975201202576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-much-thinking.html' title='Too Much Thinking'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5059670193484527748</id><published>2010-12-27T12:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T12:36:28.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Next, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that feeling you get when you stand at the edge of a cliff or a tall, tall building?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That rush of fear, anxiety and excitement?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The suspense of what might happen next... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A leap, a flight, a fall...?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the edge of... &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's where you'll find me; waiting for what happens next! :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5059670193484527748?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5059670193484527748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5059670193484527748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5059670193484527748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5059670193484527748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-please.html' title='Next, please!'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6502911396958633142</id><published>2010-12-08T15:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:56:17.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a grand past few days :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Problems? you say,&lt;br /&gt;Troubled? you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a drink &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a really hard think......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe all your reflection&lt;br /&gt;Is a mere detection&lt;br /&gt;Of issues of your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If nothing comes of it;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548433319353516418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TP_-tQQCAYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VW6USA-wcA8/s200/smile.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6502911396958633142?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6502911396958633142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6502911396958633142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6502911396958633142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6502911396958633142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-grand-past-few-days.html' title='It&apos;s been a grand past few days :)'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TP_-tQQCAYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VW6USA-wcA8/s72-c/smile.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6586260231985384498</id><published>2010-11-23T13:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:07:54.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it awful that I'd rather die than deal with any of this anymore?   &lt;/div&gt;I'm just tired of petty people, tired of sneaky snakes and smart mouths, tired of not knowing what my job is, tired of waiting for a change to happen, tired of the necessity of money, tired of depending on the weather, tired of trying to fit into my clothes, tired of watching what I eat, tired of the same daily routine and... tired of not having any ambition to change any of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6586260231985384498?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6586260231985384498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6586260231985384498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6586260231985384498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6586260231985384498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-tired.html' title='Just tired...'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2469270338599645145</id><published>2010-10-29T14:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:44:46.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TMsj831jOGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KoRlhmfQpjk/s1600/halloween102.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533556095842465890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TMsj831jOGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KoRlhmfQpjk/s200/halloween102.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TMsj9d2ydAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZXxiC-ICics/s1600/halloween10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533556106048205826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TMsj9d2ydAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZXxiC-ICics/s200/halloween10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My costume for work today... Batgirl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2469270338599645145?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2469270338599645145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2469270338599645145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2469270338599645145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2469270338599645145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TMsj831jOGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KoRlhmfQpjk/s72-c/halloween102.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6172945258179181714</id><published>2010-10-29T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:04:19.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Way</title><content type='html'>He said they were like poison... and Dang, I should have listened.&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit here in aw as my eyes tear up and glisten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No good could come of it and all of their lies and stories,&lt;br /&gt;Would only take root and grow like morning glories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what's done is done and nothing can be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;They'll find another to use their nasty bag of tricks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6172945258179181714?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6172945258179181714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6172945258179181714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6172945258179181714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6172945258179181714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/10/hard-way.html' title='The Hard Way'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2917725508238029327</id><published>2010-10-14T12:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:33:20.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been made aware of an unfortunate situation that I have little to no power of changing/helping at this point in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made me re-evaluate myself and the way I interact with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also, it's made me really appreciate those people in my life that are&lt;strong&gt; selfless&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;humble&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just hope that, in time, things will work out for the better for all involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2917725508238029327?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2917725508238029327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2917725508238029327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2917725508238029327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2917725508238029327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-thoughts.html' title='Today&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-953463766258483143</id><published>2010-10-05T17:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:13:59.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That feeling...</title><content type='html'>Ya know that feeling that lands in the pit of your stomach like a ton of bricks?&lt;br /&gt;That one that leaves you feeling lost and empty after losing that guy/girl that meant the world to you?&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that there isn't anything left to live for?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. that one.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would go away...&lt;br /&gt;I know that I haven't lost anyone recently and I know I have a lot to live for.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's there...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling.. if you read this, please just go away and leave me alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-953463766258483143?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/953463766258483143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=953463766258483143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/953463766258483143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/953463766258483143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-feeling.html' title='That feeling...'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5063792456791963030</id><published>2010-09-13T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:55:15.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All the paths my life could take, looking at the options, what if I make a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and take a deep breath, spin in a circle and point out the next step.&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes to the destiny before me and realize my choice should have been made for me.&lt;br /&gt;So, on my knees, I turn to Him who knows best, and pray for guidance and hope for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5063792456791963030?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5063792456791963030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5063792456791963030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5063792456791963030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5063792456791963030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/todays-choice.html' title='Today&apos;s Choice'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-3693175452573041348</id><published>2010-08-26T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:24:07.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:30am came mighty quick on Wednesday morning.  But, with Jillayne's encouragement, we crawled out of bed, got hospital ready and packed up our things and were in the car shortly after 6:00am.  We were able to park, get in the building and were directed to the Surgery Registration quite promptly.  There, I signed my rights away and then was ushered off to the waiting area to get prepped for surgery.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jay was a trooper. She waited with me and then after I was gowned and all set up for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anesthesiologists&lt;/span&gt;, they let her come sit with me again.  Then came the IVs and drugs and hair net...  Then, from what I remember, I was rolled out and up to the operating room.  I remember the nurses and doctors asking how many sisters I had and I remember their reactions... Then, I remember waking up in the recovery unit asking if I was ready to go in for surgery yet. :)  Oops!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recovery was great.  I was moved through two stages of recovery and with the second one, Jay was able to come back and be with me (and bring me my clothes).  They took my vitals and gave me pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, and ice pack and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt;. I had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; nurse and before I knew it, they let me get dressed and we were heading for the car! (this was about 11:00am)  Once we got in the car, I was pretty snoozy... But, we stopped at Target at Ridgedale for some last minute things, then at Walmart (close to Jillayne's) for Popsicles and ice cream! :)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jay has really been a peach; made me homemade frozen yogurt, pudding, brings me my meds and ice packs and makes sure i'm comfy.  Turbo even came to greet me last night and didn't want to leave my room! :)  He's a sweety.  Today, I took a walk around the farm to see what had changed and see the guys and Turbo found me and wouldn't leave my side.  I think he might know I'm a little under the weather.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, it's been a favorable experience! Thanks to my awesome friends, I have plenty of magazines, books and movies to keep myself occupied with! Thank you again!! :)  Jay did take some pictures, so I might try to post some at a later date :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-3693175452573041348?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3693175452573041348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=3693175452573041348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3693175452573041348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3693175452573041348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/surgery-complete.html' title='Surgery Complete'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2912943136799146081</id><published>2010-08-19T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:19:08.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quarter of a Century"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turning 25 wasn't so bad.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had cupcakes the size of small rodents, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a huge bouquet of lilies and roses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was taken off campus for lunch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I ate so much I thought I might die) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and accidently felt up the waitress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (who quickly confirmed her breasts were fake.. NOT), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worked late, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate a large deLite Papa Murphy's pizza (all. by. myself.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and was in bed by 8pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GO ME! :)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In short, I work with some great people, who contantly remind me I'm not all that old :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2912943136799146081?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2912943136799146081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2912943136799146081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2912943136799146081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2912943136799146081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/quarter-of-century.html' title='&quot;Quarter of a Century&quot;'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6985918122314959170</id><published>2010-08-11T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:31:49.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;winds of change&lt;/span&gt; are never too far away.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be careful what you do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they may &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6985918122314959170?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6985918122314959170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6985918122314959170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6985918122314959170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6985918122314959170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts-for-today.html' title='Thought for today'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8771015950131322310</id><published>2010-08-05T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:55:46.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*tonsils out*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;August 25th @ 7:45am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lovely sister Jillayne will be my nurse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is coming down the night before to help me prep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then will take me in that morning at 6:15am (ugh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I will be escorted back to her place for the rest of the week and weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(isn't she sweet!!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hasn't really set in yet... But, i'm sure it will :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-8771015950131322310?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8771015950131322310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8771015950131322310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8771015950131322310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8771015950131322310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/tonsils-out.html' title='*tonsils out*'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5640287268902717334</id><published>2010-08-04T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:46:44.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SwollenNeckEm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)  that's me these days... so tomorrow... I'm going in for my surgery consultation to have my tonsils removed... :)  i'll be back with the 'big day' date.. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5640287268902717334?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5640287268902717334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5640287268902717334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5640287268902717334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5640287268902717334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/swollenneckem.html' title='SwollenNeckEm'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1147706176534311674</id><published>2010-07-28T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:56:36.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Results*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the biopsies came back clean! No cancer here!! :)  I have a clean bill of health :) They just want to see me back in a year... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now to remove those darn tonsils... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1147706176534311674?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1147706176534311674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1147706176534311674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1147706176534311674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1147706176534311674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/07/results.html' title='*Results*'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4299095072615532025</id><published>2010-06-26T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:51:35.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Week Concluded...Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday was a bust for my planned miracle (to make an appointment for a consultation for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tonsillectomy&lt;/span&gt;)... But, on a better note, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; my Service Excellence Award for work, along with a Visa Gift Card.  I promptly went to the store to see if this dress I had been eyeing for weeks was still there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******ONE... in my size***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That, ladies.. is a miracle! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4299095072615532025?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4299095072615532025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4299095072615532025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4299095072615532025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4299095072615532025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/miracle-week-concludedfriday.html' title='Miracle Week Concluded...Friday'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7806511817021960619</id><published>2010-06-24T18:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:41:46.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Week - Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm holding on strong!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I scheduled myself for yet another *sigh* doctor's appointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(have I mentioned I'm not a fan of going to the doctor??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway... after my physical, I was asked to come back in for some more preventative testing... Not enthused but, might as well get it over with and get on with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED... for today. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For those of you wondering.. this one is set for July 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day of Miracles... and i'm afraid the last day will be the worst one... ugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7806511817021960619?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7806511817021960619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7806511817021960619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7806511817021960619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7806511817021960619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/miracle-week-thursday.html' title='Miracle Week - Thursday'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4385127509000100556</id><published>2010-06-24T00:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:46:52.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Week... Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rough day. But... Miracle for today...........(drum roll pleeeease)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL MY CLOTHES ARE PUT AWAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of you who know me.. probably won't believe me... So.. here's proof! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486211104784239634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TCLv7r93zBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IKmqPxgDkvg/s200/June+10+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4385127509000100556?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4385127509000100556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4385127509000100556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4385127509000100556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4385127509000100556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/miracle-week-wednesday.html' title='Miracle Week... Wednesday...'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TCLv7r93zBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IKmqPxgDkvg/s72-c/June+10+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2245694262497915421</id><published>2010-06-22T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:01:28.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A buddy of mine and I have dubbed this week "Miracle Week" for me... Each day, I am completing a task that has been hanging over my head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Monday- I consolidated my credit card debt to something convenient and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;manageable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today (Tuesday) - I made my appointment with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt; Allergy and Asthma Consultants to get tested for allergies.  (I've had numerous food and seasonal allergy issues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far, it's been a good week!  I'm not making any promises on what the rest of the week will bring, but I'm hoping to continue to complete at least one miracle a day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2245694262497915421?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2245694262497915421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2245694262497915421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2245694262497915421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2245694262497915421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/miracle-week.html' title='Miracle Week'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-221463261788929070</id><published>2010-06-22T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:43:30.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny how situations of our own feel so huge and daunting until you listen to someone else's story... and quickly your problems seem quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt;.  Thankful for perspectives today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-221463261788929070?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/221463261788929070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=221463261788929070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/221463261788929070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/221463261788929070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7359455585798271414</id><published>2010-06-20T23:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:55:38.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Words Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TB7v4IHwEzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RAPTjJWa0Rw/s1600/June+10+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485085143715550002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TB7v4IHwEzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RAPTjJWa0Rw/s200/June+10+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Confusing, floundering.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seeking, hoping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Refuge, safety.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Comfort, solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7359455585798271414?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7359455585798271414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7359455585798271414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7359455585798271414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7359455585798271414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-words-today.html' title='Just Words Today...'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/TB7v4IHwEzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RAPTjJWa0Rw/s72-c/June+10+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1140979589781021701</id><published>2010-06-14T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:02:32.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatcha complainin about???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life isn’t so bad dear, &lt;br /&gt;Take it from me… sittin’ here ,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I was somewhere other than.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nowhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1140979589781021701?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1140979589781021701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1140979589781021701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1140979589781021701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1140979589781021701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/whatcha-complainin-about.html' title='Whatcha complainin about???'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1886351296997474098</id><published>2010-05-25T09:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:31:50.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not entirely sure what is going on with me lately... I keep remembering all the bad things that I've gotten myself into... ei... friends, situations, places... But, I'm becoming more at peace with them... Not thinking they are okay, but just accepting that they happened and that they aren't anymore. Hoping that this will help me to get on with life and not wallow in my failures.. Weeeeeeee!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1886351296997474098?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1886351296997474098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1886351296997474098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1886351296997474098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1886351296997474098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/thinkin.html' title='Thinkin....'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2404797339491733203</id><published>2010-05-19T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:10:35.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~ugh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya ever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; want something so bad, you just can't live without it??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2404797339491733203?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2404797339491733203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2404797339491733203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2404797339491733203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2404797339491733203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugh.html' title='~ugh~'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4549313625035772897</id><published>2010-05-08T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:27:00.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*P*H*O*T*O*  *S*H*O*O*T*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPO_jD6_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/qu4Vqm-Cd_4/s1600/Collage+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469075547739122674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPO_jD6_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/qu4Vqm-Cd_4/s200/Collage+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPOc1gQfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yYkfdGsWG-E/s1600/Collage+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469075538421236210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPOc1gQfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yYkfdGsWG-E/s200/Collage+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPNpPD8TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Yt8aAYWac_A/s1600/Collage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469075524569788722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPNpPD8TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Yt8aAYWac_A/s200/Collage+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPNa326lI/AAAAAAAAAN0/g6O07kVGpI0/s1600/Collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469075520714369618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPNa326lI/AAAAAAAAAN0/g6O07kVGpI0/s200/Collage+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of the highlights of the photo shoot that Karissa Wagner did with me in Minneapolis... :) Feel free to let me know which numbers you like best! :) Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4549313625035772897?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4549313625035772897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4549313625035772897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4549313625035772897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4549313625035772897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-shoot.html' title='*P*H*O*T*O*  *S*H*O*O*T*'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S-YPO_jD6_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/qu4Vqm-Cd_4/s72-c/Collage+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5435211215128522138</id><published>2010-05-02T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:17:35.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Special Meeting here today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We were fed abundantly, but I clearly remember the first few words of a prayer... and can't get them out of my head.... "Hearken and obey"   We also heard that we are thankful for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; of meetings, but we need to remember that with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; comes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. Also, that there is a message for all of us, and maybe we don't think that the message we are hearing is for us... But, we should heed to the messages for us.. So, I guess that from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of Special Meeting today, those little words that won't leave my head might be my message... which leads to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to heed to my message... Hearken and obey... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it funny how things make so much sense?? (maybe it just makes sense to me... and then.. I guess it really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my message!) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5435211215128522138?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5435211215128522138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5435211215128522138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5435211215128522138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5435211215128522138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-remember.html' title='What Do You Remember?'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4697319271556203479</id><published>2010-04-21T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:06:30.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes... it's the little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I let go of yet another facebook/myspace type account. feels good.... i'm getting too old to be that connected with technology!! &lt;strong&gt;ha&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4697319271556203479?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4697319271556203479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4697319271556203479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4697319271556203479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4697319271556203479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-its-little-things.html' title='Sometimes... it&apos;s the little things'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2205677593650292885</id><published>2010-04-20T21:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:54:11.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bestie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This girl is the bestest... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S85oiYleDKI/AAAAAAAAANk/zEop_S70MXc/s1600/trip+to+lous!+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462418337971440802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S85oiYleDKI/AAAAAAAAANk/zEop_S70MXc/s200/trip+to+lous!+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There aren't words to describe this most adorable couple... Or what they mean to me. Love you!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S85oNwlOMUI/AAAAAAAAANc/o8-SH019VPg/s1600/trip+to+lous!+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462417983635599682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S85oNwlOMUI/AAAAAAAAANc/o8-SH019VPg/s200/trip+to+lous!+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2205677593650292885?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2205677593650292885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2205677593650292885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2205677593650292885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2205677593650292885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-bestie.html' title='My Bestie'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S85oiYleDKI/AAAAAAAAANk/zEop_S70MXc/s72-c/trip+to+lous!+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1222299777507130015</id><published>2010-04-20T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:40:49.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>....and here it is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This isn’t a suicide note, resignation letter or a short biography… It’s just a little tale of a young (yes, I’m admitting I’m young) girl’s struggle and some brilliant realizations about life and the people in it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have made a few friends in the past two years I’ve been here. Some have already moved on, others are on their way to better places and a few are still hanging around. But, there is one friend that I had before I moved here and we kind of lost touch. Over the course of some friendships here, I realized it was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;friendship which I had let slide that really would have been a benefit to me the most. One thing that I had to learn the hard way (this seems to be a common trend with me) is that not everyone is going to be a good influence/friend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, the most common sense thing since the world began… BUT… some of us (like me) tend to think that their own influence would out weight the bad influence around. Sometimes, that is the case… and others it’s not. With that said, I have a friend or two whom I have learned that I cannot, will not and do not like the influence they have on me. At first it seemed okay. Then, I found myself doing things that I don’t agree with and started to think that they were okay to do. I had some heartache, pride-ache and headaches. But, I now realize what on earth I was doing. I don’t want to and won’t let it happen again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;All in all, I have to be extremely thankful for a loving family and the world’s greatest roommates (that includes all of them I’ve had since I’ve moved up here).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have helped me to see what exactly I’m missing out on, and what exactly I’m not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I’m thankful for their faithful lives and for their accepting of my wayward experiments and journeys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are not words to express what each one of you has meant to me and done for me by just being there and not judging what I’ve done. Just being there, listening to me rant, watching me hibernate in my room and the greatest unspoken help… prayer. I know most of us would not be where we are right now if it wasn’t for those who have been faithful “on their knees.” Thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That friend that I lost touch with… You all know who that is… Our only true and everlasting friend, Jesus. I just hope that this peace and these satisfying realizations won’t pass as another phase in my life, but start a new way of life… again. We all know every day is a struggle and the Lord knows I still have a few things to work through, a few people to distance, and a friendship to feed. But, I know where my strength to face those things comes from. Here’s to diligently seeking that daily. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1222299777507130015?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1222299777507130015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1222299777507130015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1222299777507130015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1222299777507130015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-here-it-is.html' title='....and here it is....'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5392676649664126675</id><published>2010-04-12T13:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:39:33.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralyzed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, some of you know I've been having a time at life as of late.... Just like everyone else in the world, I know. In the past two weeks, there have been some incidents (good &amp;amp; bad) that have pulled me out of my coma, so to speak. I had the privilege to catch Eau Claire Special Meeting this past Sunday and I prayed that something there would just speak to me to let me know that God hadn't given up on me yet... As we know, "ask and ye shall receive" and I did... in abundance. One thing I heard there that has kept my spirits up since then is this... "Let today be the day that we stop being paralyzed by 'the giant' and we fight with God on our side and gain the victory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will blog more this week... so stay tuned. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5392676649664126675?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5392676649664126675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5392676649664126675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5392676649664126675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5392676649664126675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/paralyzed.html' title='Paralyzed'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2517001056747340958</id><published>2010-04-07T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:22:33.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CoLOrS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;...... &lt;strong&gt;out of all the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; that you shine, this is surely not your best&lt;/strong&gt; ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2517001056747340958?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2517001056747340958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2517001056747340958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2517001056747340958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2517001056747340958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/colors.html' title='CoLOrS'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8357116537496722901</id><published>2010-02-11T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:47:28.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya want it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So, what if you've been accused of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; knowing what you want... But, you do, in fact, know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;what you want, but you don't want anyone to know that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; what you want and you aren't ready to admit to anyone that you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; what that is? Yeah.. so then what?&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/7370484060889387357-8357116537496722901?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8357116537496722901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8357116537496722901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8357116537496722901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8357116537496722901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/ya-want-it.html' title='Ya want it?'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2962881487998478505</id><published>2010-02-08T22:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:44:52.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sillyness-necessities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, story is Meg &amp;amp; I went on a hunt for a calendar for me... (I specifically stated, "I don't even care what it is... I NEED a calendar!!") So, off we went... and all to be found at Target was two... Jonas Brothers calendars... for a whopping $1.58. I tried to make an excuse, but Meg is good at holding me to my word... So, I brought it home and did some silly work with magazines.... here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3Dng75OwEI/AAAAAAAAANE/8N1HPx02QeE/s1600-h/DSCF5613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3Dng75OwEI/AAAAAAAAANE/8N1HPx02QeE/s200/DSCF5613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436099303255752770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnIuHzlHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/R4XYNJRbkss/s1600-h/DSCF5609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnIuHzlHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/R4XYNJRbkss/s200/DSCF5609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098887241929842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3Dnhk6FQcI/AAAAAAAAANU/s0KeZYH8i_0/s1600-h/DSCF5615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3Dnhk6FQcI/AAAAAAAAANU/s0KeZYH8i_0/s200/DSCF5615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436099314265178562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnhMig0BI/AAAAAAAAANM/Om88qIdK6xM/s1600-h/DSCF5614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnhMig0BI/AAAAAAAAANM/Om88qIdK6xM/s200/DSCF5614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436099307723870226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DngcinzHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OCOFjnlzAhs/s1600-h/DSCF5612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DngcinzHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OCOFjnlzAhs/s200/DSCF5612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436099294839426162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3Dnf9XDKgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-vVCpOTTOIY/s1600-h/DSCF5611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3Dnf9XDKgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-vVCpOTTOIY/s200/DSCF5611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436099286469388802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnIL6-6nI/AAAAAAAAAMk/D0bXs05kZZY/s1600-h/DSCF5608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnIL6-6nI/AAAAAAAAAMk/D0bXs05kZZY/s200/DSCF5608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098878061341298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnHuCNJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/KFCWN_ZGADA/s1600-h/DSCF5606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnHuCNJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/KFCWN_ZGADA/s200/DSCF5606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098870038570818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnGwhxQbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZCyQkUXYvR0/s1600-h/DSCF5604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnGwhxQbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZCyQkUXYvR0/s200/DSCF5604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098853527962034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnHOnjyZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SlgV-6KoALM/s1600-h/DSCF5605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3DnHOnjyZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SlgV-6KoALM/s200/DSCF5605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098861605308818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2962881487998478505?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2962881487998478505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2962881487998478505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2962881487998478505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2962881487998478505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/sillyness-necessities.html' title='Sillyness-necessities'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/S3Dng75OwEI/AAAAAAAAANE/8N1HPx02QeE/s72-c/DSCF5613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-216829509864289026</id><published>2010-02-07T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:25:25.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If all you are to me, is a reason to be what I need to be, that is fine with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-216829509864289026?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/216829509864289026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=216829509864289026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/216829509864289026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/216829509864289026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2527574889700268384</id><published>2010-01-30T20:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:27:16.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*My thought for today*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone quoted today... "you can't defeat a girl in love" and I thought.. yup, that's right. But, for those of us that aren't in love... with anything, all it takes is a soft breath of air to send us flying.&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/7370484060889387357-2527574889700268384?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2527574889700268384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2527574889700268384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2527574889700268384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2527574889700268384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-thought-for-today.html' title='*My thought for today*'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-828691944898872630</id><published>2010-01-26T14:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:00:57.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>um... yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;span &gt;         Feelings no words can express,&lt;br /&gt;                         Leave me alone and feeling distressed.&lt;br /&gt;        Opening my heart,&lt;br /&gt;  Would only leave me falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;                                            Waiting, wishing, and wondering,&lt;br /&gt;                   Can only leave me floundering.&lt;br /&gt;                                                               So here I go,&lt;br /&gt;                                   Yeah, I’m a fool you know.&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/7370484060889387357-828691944898872630?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/828691944898872630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=828691944898872630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/828691944898872630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/828691944898872630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-yeah.html' title='um... yeah.'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8947039001501602573</id><published>2009-12-03T22:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:28:11.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what this one is.. it just came out of my fingers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears glisten as they fall down her pretty face…&lt;br /&gt;She wishes she knew more about the human race…&lt;br /&gt;Trials, they pass and struggles, they linger,&lt;br /&gt;She yearns for solace and holds out her finger.&lt;br /&gt;“One more for the road,” she whispers in his ear.&lt;br /&gt;His footsteps depart, never to be near.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-8947039001501602573?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8947039001501602573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8947039001501602573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8947039001501602573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8947039001501602573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-what-this-one-is-it-just.html' title='I don&apos;t know what this one is.. it just came out of my fingers..'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5518712305390716586</id><published>2009-12-03T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:26:30.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed and Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting by the phone, she knows nothing will free her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Any answer that will come will never appease her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sleep will come difficult and dreams nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What she doesn’t know will be too persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Filling her mind with everything around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She falls in to bed and wishes to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5518712305390716586?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5518712305390716586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5518712305390716586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5518712305390716586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5518712305390716586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/dazed-and-confused.html' title='Dazed and Confused'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7668468558424005952</id><published>2009-08-05T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:11:34.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SnpX4Zcv51I/AAAAAAAAAJg/DOxNgX5rLfs/s1600-h/Bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366698532381124434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SnpX4Zcv51I/AAAAAAAAAJg/DOxNgX5rLfs/s320/Bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E time keeping my room clean. It gets worse if I'm stressed or busy or just plain can't take it anymore... So... here was the worst it has ever gotten here and hopefully it won't get that bad again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7668468558424005952?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7668468558424005952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7668468558424005952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7668468558424005952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7668468558424005952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/room.html' title='The Room'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SnpX4Zcv51I/AAAAAAAAAJg/DOxNgX5rLfs/s72-c/Bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8763899738921869519</id><published>2009-07-20T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:49:43.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Death.  It surrounds me, like silence in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death. It reminds me, what all is left unsaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death.  It can be dark and maybe even dreary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death. For some it is rather cheery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-8763899738921869519?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8763899738921869519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8763899738921869519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8763899738921869519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8763899738921869519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2171786924370559449</id><published>2009-07-20T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:46:59.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bennett's First Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lisa asked me to write something HAPPY for these pictures.. hereeee we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SmUdaC6nBmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0z2B7JZ1tBI/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360723264750945890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SmUdaC6nBmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0z2B7JZ1tBI/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took me out to play today&lt;br /&gt;And what did I find?&lt;br /&gt;Something wiggly and jiggly&lt;br /&gt;And so very full slime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked it up and stretched it&lt;br /&gt;And looked it in the eye&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t quite sure&lt;br /&gt;Which end I should try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made Nenna yelp&lt;br /&gt;And sent shivers up her spine&lt;br /&gt;But, with that little earthworm&lt;br /&gt;I’ll spend so much time. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2171786924370559449?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SmUdaC6nBmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0z2B7JZ1tBI/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1013487088143186164</id><published>2009-07-20T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:30:46.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling</title><content type='html'>An open shell, an empty hell, is all I am to me.&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs of praise never seems to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;I call out in need, looking to feed on all things good and gracious&lt;br /&gt;And in return I hear the echo through my vast and empty spaces. &lt;br /&gt;This void I fear will never be filled with love divine and true.&lt;br /&gt;So, praying, I plead and mercy I need for each day to begin anew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1013487088143186164?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1013487088143186164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1013487088143186164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1013487088143186164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1013487088143186164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/struggling.html' title='Struggling'/><author><name>Emily  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href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7330171929509182870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7330171929509182870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7330171929509182870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7330171929509182870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-knows.html' title='Who Knows?'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-8632288781227489128</id><published>2009-04-08T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:37:30.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering how to deal.....</title><content type='html'>What do you do when a friend cares too much about something they don't quite understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what am I to do, with no one to confide in… keep it all bottled up inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love it, but I hate it just the same.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wears on me like a rushing river on the hardest of rocks, but warms me like the hot shining sun.  So, where do I turn and what bridges do I burn?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do I let it all out and make my friends pout and others jump about?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do I bury it alive and hope it dies somewhere deep inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;’m okay; I’ll be just fine, just leave me alone and bear in mind… things aren’t always as they appear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, take my hand and be my friend; have no fear… I’m always here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-8632288781227489128?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8632288781227489128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=8632288781227489128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8632288781227489128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/8632288781227489128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/wondering-how-to-deal.html' title='Wondering how to deal.....'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7479899258726802156</id><published>2009-04-04T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:21:35.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old?</title><content type='html'>I was reminded today that no matter how old we are, we are still all ages up to our current age.  While fixing a frozen pizza during a lazy Saturday afternoon, my roommate and I were puttering around the house: doing dishes, cleaning showers, straightening up the house and chatting.  I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to get done but knew that I wouldn't get hardly anything accomplished today, but, I would try.  My pizza was done and I was finishing up some last minute dishes that I had hoarded in my room (oops).  I grabbed some veggies from the fridge along with my pizza and headed out of the kitchen to my room. On the way out, I grabbed the last of the cardboard my pizza was packaged with and attempted to toss it in the trash.  As I bent down to assure a 'hole in one' in the trash, a slice of my pizza went flying off my plate and into the living room, spreading pizza sauce and crust crumbs in its path.  Disgusted, I hurriedly set down my plate and went for the pizza.  The sauce did a number on our already stained carpet.  As I was expressing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; and clumsiness, I snorted, " I thought I was done with this when I quit babysitting!"  My roommate giggled and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;, we will always do stuff like that.  You might be 23 but, you are still 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17..... "   So, yes, for all those times when we react or act immature or slip and do something silly, it's still us.  We are still all those ages.  Guess we never grow up :).  There's no wonder in my mind now while older people struggle the most.... They have more ages inside them struggling to get free. It's a silly thought, but it helped ease my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; and see things a little differently.  So thanks roomy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7479899258726802156?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7479899258726802156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7479899258726802156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7479899258726802156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7479899258726802156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-old.html' title='How Old?'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7422408975317279664</id><published>2009-03-07T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:44:49.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think its time for Spring!.... Please!!!</title><content type='html'>This winter was my first full winter in Minnesota. Not sure how to feel about it, but I must say it leaves me wanting sand, sun and palm trees all the more. :) According to the calendar, (and not native Minnesotans) spring is around the corner. The weather around here is taunting us all with above freezing temperatures and partly sunny days! It’s been quite nice. But, no sooner do we start to enjoy these balmy days and it drops 20 degrees and snows! Hence, ice has been a prominent factor in walking and driving conditions. I, myself, have had a few encounters…. None of them flattering….&lt;br /&gt;One of the first times spring peeked its head around the corner, I decided that it was okay to “run” the garbage outside in just my pjs (consisting of sweats and a t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie). I threw on some shoes that were by the door and trotted outside and through the backyard that quite slippery considering it had melted and frozen up again. Our path through the yard to our cars became a little slushy and then froze up, creating frozen footprints and uneven ground. I decided just to run across the untouched snow to avoid any calamity (see, I was attempting to be cautious). I literally ran through the yard and past the cars and thought I had reached the trash in the alley in the clear and then WHAM! Yeah, that “wham” was me slipping on the ice, going airborne and landing on my hip and knee. I bounced across the ice at the end of our driveway… garbage still in hand. When I stopped, I blinked and looked around. Garbage was safe and as far as I could tell, no one had seen me… I hoped. I stood up, limped to the trash, deposited it in the receptacle and then limped my way carefully and quickly back to the house thinking that would have looked really cool on video! I had a bruise on my hip for weeks. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario number 2. It was a common occurrence for me to get stuck in my driveway when it snowed. I don’t have 4-wheel drive in my new vehicle (a mistake I won’t make again) and so when it snowed at all, I would get about ¾ way up my drive and then the tires would just spin. It was a royal pain but it also allowed me to get some quality shoveling time in. Just a quick fyi… our drive way is about 20 feet long and about 10 foot wide with a slight incline (not large at all). So one day, it snowed thick and heavy all day. I got stuck 2 times on my way home. Once it took me about 4 light changes to get out of this intersection and the second time it was about 3 light changes and some people got out of their cars and pushed me out of the intersection. Dumb. So, I got home and got stuck in the driveway (of course). I was shoveling my frustrations away and whoops! I apparently thought it was appropriate to bow on one knee to pay my respects to the crap that kept falling and covering up everything I was shoveling. Under all the white crap was ice. So, I took an involuntary knee and another nasty bruise.&lt;br /&gt;My last direct contact with the nice ice (besides all the slipping, sliding, arm flailing and wobbling that happened everyday) was a few days ago when I got home from a long day at work. It had been sunny that day and probably reached 35 degrees or so. I was in okay spirits as I opened my car door and put one foot out on the ground. As I shifted my weight to remove myself from the vehicle, I feel my foot slide and then next thing I know, I’m doing some form of the splits. I have one leg in the car and the other on my knee on the ice. I couldn’t help but laugh. This whole winter I have slipped and skidded and even almost fell once in the alley with a short skirt and boots on (no I wasn’t hooking). I know I haven’t been the only girl in our house that has done some slipping and sliding. I just really hope that our neighbors haven’t been in cahoots with each other to see who can get the Funniest Home Video! Yes…. I cannot wait until spring really gets here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7422408975317279664?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7422408975317279664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7422408975317279664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7422408975317279664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7422408975317279664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-its-time-for-spring-please.html' title='I think its time for Spring!.... Please!!!'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-157194509868373922</id><published>2009-01-20T10:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:00:28.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Letdown</title><content type='html'>It is a disgrace, yet a useful reminder, that you cannot trust and believe what people (in general) say.  It is, in fact, their actions that prove to ring truth and judgement.  Mere words can persuade, soothe, excite and disappoint a person.  But, the acts before, after and during those words are what makes them honest, demolishes them or begs a complete contradiction.  It has always been natural for me to take words for honest truth (yes, you can say gullible if it makes you feel better).  Over the years I have been through some tough situations and put myself in some tough situations.... BUT, I never seem to learn that people don't always tell the truth.  In their defense, they may have felt what they said at the time, or truely believed in what they were saying at that moment... Never the less, actions won out over time and painted them in black and white, liars and make-believers. &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in New Years Resolutions.  But, I have come to the conclusion that maybe this year, I should start.  Start with training myself to wait for the actions to prove the words instead of taking the words for gospel truth. Maybe then I wouldn't always set myself up for failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-157194509868373922?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/157194509868373922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=157194509868373922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/157194509868373922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/157194509868373922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-letdown.html' title='Beautiful Letdown'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5990868907067205337</id><published>2009-01-18T20:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:58:55.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>View of the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833574320728178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SXPsF9yl6HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wcby1UeLEjw/s320/DSCF4509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SXPsFpB5qqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uyDxNOGWUAo/s1600-h/DSCF4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833568747793058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SXPsFpB5qqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uyDxNOGWUAo/s320/DSCF4508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I found out the other day (only because I was severely late for work) that there is an invigorating view of Minneapolis from the top floor of my parking garage. My being late for work at put me in a semi-awful disposition and the fact that I couldn't find any open spaces on the floor I usually parked on, made it that much worse. So, in my disgust, I floored my lovely Edge to the very top of the parking garage and decided a little hike down 5 flights of stairs might help cool my mood. When I reached the top and veered off to the right, I was taken aback by the view. I know we're not very far from downtown but the way the sun hit the buildings just made me grin all over. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera. But, it was exactly the enlightening boost I needed. So, here are two photos I took, one when it was snowing (yes... it does snow here in MN) and the other I took one afternoon. I will get a good morning sunrise picture up soon.... Enjoy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5990868907067205337?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5990868907067205337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5990868907067205337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5990868907067205337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5990868907067205337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/view-of-city.html' title='View of the City'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SXPsF9yl6HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wcby1UeLEjw/s72-c/DSCF4509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6398229624307040338</id><published>2008-12-30T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:49:29.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Things</title><content type='html'>This is to "those things" no matter how little or how large that change us for the better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty, alone, broken, unhinged. &lt;br /&gt;Completed some things I never should have done.&lt;br /&gt;Scared for myself and what is to come,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my actions will end up on the menu&lt;br /&gt;Probably under “appetizers, main entrees, regrets and never should-have-beens”&lt;br /&gt;All in different sizes to quench any appetite for destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to turn back and change it all but knowing it wouldn’t be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to learn and ask forgiveness of what I am ashamed to have done.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could forget and hoping it goes unnoticed..&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6398229624307040338?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6398229624307040338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6398229624307040338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6398229624307040338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6398229624307040338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/those-things.html' title='Those Things'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7046334186180931523</id><published>2008-12-17T21:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:39:43.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Gecko's Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SUnF-IEWYGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4fApvxqlBxo/s1600-h/DSCF4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280969709176905826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SUnF-IEWYGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4fApvxqlBxo/s320/DSCF4309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying desperately to ignore the fact that it's past my time to get up when suddenely someone is rapping on my door. "I found her, I found her" I hear Megan shout urgently! I sit up in bed as Meg opens the door. I screech, "Where is she??" Her response,..... "RIGHT IN MY HAND!" I bolt out of bed and direct Meg to put Amali in her tank immediately! Megan explained that as she was getting ready that morning she just happen to see Amali on the floor in the living room... did a double take and went for her. I am SO happy words can't describe... So thank you Meg for saving my sanity!!!! Amali has returned and seems to be happy, healthy and a little scared of human interaction. She is doing well so far and was eager to eat and drink! She spent about 4 days roaming our house and noone but Ms. Amali knows where her travels took her. I'm just glad she came home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7046334186180931523?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7046334186180931523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7046334186180931523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7046334186180931523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7046334186180931523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-geckos-return.html' title='My Little Gecko&apos;s Return'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SUnF-IEWYGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4fApvxqlBxo/s72-c/DSCF4309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-887111923337229127</id><published>2008-12-11T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:28:37.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gecko on the Loose</title><content type='html'>This evening was a typical winter evening.... Light snow flurries, slow rush hour traffic, sledding with kids, hot cocoa and hot chocolate chip cookies, straight from the oven.  Besides a crack or two from sledding down the hills and singe from hot cocoa and cookies, pain wasn't part of the evening. I fed Amali (for those of you who don't know, she is my beloved leopard gecko as I'm allergic to furry animals) and took her out of the cage to have some human interaction.  She was passed around as usual from person to person crawling about. Time passed and noone had brought her back to me (which happens after about 20min or so) and so I inquired about the location of my beloved pet. Well, that was unknown and the last sight of her was her tail disappearing under the couch.  We searched the room and the vents... Still no gecko.  Believe it or not, I'm actually kind of hurt.  Odd for this cold hearted woman, who typically has no emotion or regard for unhuman life.  So, I'm still on the look out for a crawling Amali and hopefully she'll come home, dragging her tail behind her... looking for mealworms. If she doesn't, this mommy doesn't know what she'll do. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-887111923337229127?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/887111923337229127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=887111923337229127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/887111923337229127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/887111923337229127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/gecko-on-loose.html' title='Gecko on the Loose'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7568226562632738879</id><published>2008-11-28T22:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:38:50.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe &amp; Maybe Not</title><content type='html'>I care too much&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love too often&lt;br /&gt;And then hate it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walking contradiction I am,&lt;br /&gt;In this little room of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come join me&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll have a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7568226562632738879?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7568226562632738879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7568226562632738879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7568226562632738879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7568226562632738879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-maybe-not.html' title='Maybe &amp; Maybe Not'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5973645852250074619</id><published>2008-11-18T16:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:57:20.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old writing... when love was in the... water?</title><content type='html'>Here are two things I wrote when I was blinded... by lies.  But, I thought they were pretty entertaining. It's been over a year since I looked at this stuff.  Guess time does heal. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ONE KINDA SOUNDS LIKE A SONG. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin, my place at noon&lt;br /&gt;With the windows open and the breeze blowin through,&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle up so close I can hear your heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me honey, where are we gonna meet?&lt;br /&gt;On the street corner with a table for two?&lt;br /&gt;Or at the beach and walk beside the ocean blue?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you babe,&lt;br /&gt;I'm missin you like crazy.....&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet up babe,&lt;br /&gt;And hang out and just be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ONE IS QUITE A STATEMENT PROBABLY NEVER TO BE SAID AGAIN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you for foreverand forever isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;To hold you tight everyday&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Is only a privilege and won't be tough.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like no other&lt;br /&gt;And can't believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I've found somebody&lt;br /&gt;That loves me as much as I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5973645852250074619?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5973645852250074619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5973645852250074619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5973645852250074619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5973645852250074619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-writing-when-love-was-in-water.html' title='Old writing... when love was in the... water?'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1948369862301151565</id><published>2008-11-11T18:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:35:20.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The parents (and Jody) visit MN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRokvoOAziI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KTnq7ijtOAM/s1600-h/Nov+08+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267563114831859234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRokvoOAziI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KTnq7ijtOAM/s320/Nov+08+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRoku9xB8qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vvEkpzF_6Hc/s1600-h/Nov+08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267563103436010146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRoku9xB8qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vvEkpzF_6Hc/s320/Nov+08+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRokuhbT6TI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0Dy32KilTYU/s1600-h/Nov+08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267563095828719922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRokuhbT6TI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0Dy32KilTYU/s320/Nov+08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRoktwuV3rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLnHwa2XDqI/s1600-h/Nov+08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267563082755202738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRoktwuV3rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLnHwa2XDqI/s320/Nov+08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRoks3TWu2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/SGk3Ib0t-u8/s1600-h/Nov+08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267563067341192034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRoks3TWu2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/SGk3Ib0t-u8/s320/Nov+08+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum, Pops and Jody came up for a nice snowy weekend! Jody's new bf, Tom came down and got to know the family a little more too! We took Pops to the Mall of America (his new favorite place) and they all came to see my house. Fun times... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1948369862301151565?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1948369862301151565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1948369862301151565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1948369862301151565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1948369862301151565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/parents-and-jody-visit-mn.html' title='The parents (and Jody) visit MN'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SRokvoOAziI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KTnq7ijtOAM/s72-c/Nov+08+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4511134960925664044</id><published>2008-10-27T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:56:24.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration from the first sleet/snow</title><content type='html'>I stood on the street&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he wasn’t coming,&lt;br /&gt;The earth grew cold again.&lt;br /&gt;I waited patiently,&lt;br /&gt;A smile upon my face&lt;br /&gt;Each minute ticking by&lt;br /&gt;My heart grew colder than ice.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I wander aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;Gathering my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping he will come along&lt;br /&gt;And thaw my frozen heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4511134960925664044?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4511134960925664044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4511134960925664044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4511134960925664044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4511134960925664044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiration-from-first-sleetsnow.html' title='Inspiration from the first sleet/snow'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4207995044077129788</id><published>2008-10-22T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:43:25.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Skant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SP_ywjUfmaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aRiAof6y_Gc/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260189805720869282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SP_ywjUfmaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aRiAof6y_Gc/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SP_ywCMUl0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TrMjBrICrjc/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260189796828223298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SP_ywCMUl0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TrMjBrICrjc/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this is what i've been working on.... Hopefully I'll be able to finish it by Thanksgiving.... I lose my ambition quite easily.. ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4207995044077129788?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4207995044077129788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4207995044077129788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4207995044077129788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4207995044077129788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-skant.html' title='My New Skant'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SP_ywjUfmaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aRiAof6y_Gc/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-583605784823570496</id><published>2008-10-09T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:04:38.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awful, Terrible, Very Bad Monday</title><content type='html'>So, most of you have heard about my awful, terrible, no good, very bad Monday.  Here’s another version to the start of a week that I could have done without!&lt;br /&gt;                Monday… usually just another day, the start to yet another endless work week that always leaves one longing for the weekends.  This Monday in particular, was quite poopy.  The 6:30 am alarm on my phone sings Madonna &amp;amp; Justin Timberlake’s 4 Minutes (to save the world), ”Are you ready to go?”  in my ear.  I reach my phone and squeeze the side buttons to silence it… and resituate my arms and happily fall back to sleep.  What woke me up an hour later, who knows?  I slowly push the covers aside and grab my towel and head for the shower.  So far, so good… a little late but I should be okay.  Getting ready in the morning is never one of my favorite things to do and as I get older, it only seems to get worse! Finally, after much struggling with what clothes felt comfy and deciding I had best make the effort to put my contacts in, I decided I was ready to go!  Now to gather the three most important things for work… my keys, my badge and my iPod.  I grab my keys off the table in my room and reach in my bag for my badge.  After emptying my bag a few times, checking my car and turning my already disastrous room upside down, I still couldn’t find my badge (or iPod). [Just as a side note, I cannot even enter the parking garage or building without my badge.]  After driving half way to work being aggravated and grouchy, I slip my hand into the top side pocket and find… MY BADGE.  Oh yes, you can image how dumb and annoyed I felt then.  But, still no iPod. &lt;br /&gt;                I make it into work late, but I have my badge.  Walking through the sky bridge and down the halls and riding the elevator to the 5th floor, my right contact is blurry. If you know me, then you know I spend half my life with my fingers in my eyes trying to retrieve whatever is making them itchy, blurry or agitated.  So, with many attempts to make my vision clear, I didn’t get anywhere.  I tried to work but every time I blinked it got worse!  So, I took my contact out to try and clean it.  I took a deep breath, (more of a huff at this point), and looked at my contact and it is half gone!!!!!!!!  No, I didn’t lose it in my eye and it didn’t break in my eye.  But, there I sat at my desk with a broken contact and no iPod!!!  I quite didn’t know how to take it as my gas permeable lenses that I’ve had since my junior year in High School were supposed to last a lifetime.  Also, they are about $200 a lens to replace.  I worked for an hour or so with one eye (squeezing my eye shut at people in the hall to make sure I knew who they were). It was quite awkward and uncomfortable!  I was given permission to go home and get my glasses.   So, I drove the 3.5 miles home and made the switch and turned my room upside down one more time to search for my iPod.  No luck.  On my ride back to work I received a text from the girl I work with that we were swamped and I had better hurry back!  This only irked me and made me want to drag my heels… Shame on me… I know.  So, I get back and head over to Val’s desk only to find out that there has been a macro problem and some 40+ files needed to have the tax form that I take care of pulled and requested from the IRS. Mind you, that doesn’t include the 30+ requests that are already coming in along with my other duties at work.  I want to leave, escape from the chaos… But, the day has already sucked so it can’t get any worse right??  WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;                I took my snotty, hacking, grouchy self home and decided to finish some laundry I had started the night before.  I grabbed some supper and tried to forget about the dumb day.  I was still bothered by my missing iPod and discouraged by my filthy room.  I turned on some music and started digging through the mess.  I was able to get all my summer shoes into one plastic tub and make it so I could actually close my bedroom door!  Success at last!! Then, my sister Shelley called and brightened my day as well!! I really thought my day was looking up until I went down to get my laundry out of the dryer and I found…. My iPod and headphones at the bottom of the dryer.  Ew. I was so disgusted.   I stomped upstairs and fiddled and messed and still couldn’t get it to work.  The headphones on the other hand are working wonderfully as I type! &lt;br /&gt;Then, Amali was being so weird and wouldn’t let me hold her.  She was stalking herself in the glass and being quite entertaining.  While attempting to take a picture of her standing almost upright against the glass I see something out of the corner of my eye streak across the hall.  I mentioned something to Emery that I thought I saw something and as the words are leaving my mouth, I look down the hall again to see a mouse race towards Karissa’s room!! I yell, “There’s a mouse in here!!”  Emery responds by grabbing a shoe and heading my direction.  While this is happening the mouse has turned around and is heading into the living room. By the time I get the light on I have lost sight of it.  But, Emery spots it heading under her bed in the far corner of the living room!  She heads in that direction and it comes right at her and she puts on a show for me hopping and screaming, hoping and praying the mouse doesn’t run up her leg!  After giggle fits and wiping away our tears, we then witness the nasty little mouse run back into its hole in the kitchen. Dumb mice.&lt;br /&gt;That brings my terrible, no good, very bad Monday to an end.  I haven’t had an awful day like that in a while and the rest of the days this week have followed suit.  Thanks for tuning in and here’s for a better week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-583605784823570496?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/583605784823570496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=583605784823570496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/583605784823570496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/583605784823570496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-awful-terrible-very-bad-monday.html' title='My Awful, Terrible, Very Bad Monday'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7813240781917536252</id><published>2008-10-01T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:33:34.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eyes can’t hide what you’re feeling deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;They will let out all your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;Even the feelings you’ve denied.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes will show if you’re blue or just happy with your new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes will reveal what you’re hiding, if you don’t feel like confiding.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes will call you out on anger, rage, hate and fear and love.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to hide your feelings then avoid me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Because looking at me with your eyes will leave no surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7813240781917536252?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7813240781917536252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7813240781917536252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7813240781917536252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7813240781917536252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-3720691796062666717</id><published>2008-09-22T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:26:14.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNgbWlSnQHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F_2EDaVZas4/s1600-h/IMG_6411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975440481566834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNgbWlSnQHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F_2EDaVZas4/s320/IMG_6411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now don't fight... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNgbWy3OxNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y_bdFaEqSjM/s1600-h/IMG_6414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975444124812498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNgbWy3OxNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y_bdFaEqSjM/s320/IMG_6414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yessss.. i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNgbXH8hNqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kld3PU_5nxM/s1600-h/IMG_6425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975449784137378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNgbXH8hNqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kld3PU_5nxM/s320/IMG_6425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-3720691796062666717?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3720691796062666717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=3720691796062666717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3720691796062666717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3720691796062666717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-car.html' title='My New Car'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNgbWlSnQHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F_2EDaVZas4/s72-c/IMG_6411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4536082936951584749</id><published>2008-09-17T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:33:52.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They see me rollin.. They hatin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNEim-Jg0FI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tJg_ibfxWUw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247013093776609362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNEim-Jg0FI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tJg_ibfxWUw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I won't be ridin dirty... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4536082936951584749?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4536082936951584749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4536082936951584749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4536082936951584749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4536082936951584749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-see-me-rollin-they-hatin.html' title='They see me rollin.. They hatin..'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SNEim-Jg0FI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tJg_ibfxWUw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-7274261781146887153</id><published>2008-09-16T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:42:59.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving it Behind</title><content type='html'>I’m sorry I couldn’t handle it,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I don’t like lies.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry you couldn’t see it, before you made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could take back all those things you said,&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn’t change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;For a short while, you did make my heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you said more words that only covered up the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Confirming my opinion of your way with girls…&lt;br /&gt;Uncouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your filthy lies and cover your silly face,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll go on with what’s left of my dignity,&lt;br /&gt;Walking forward with grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-7274261781146887153?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7274261781146887153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=7274261781146887153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7274261781146887153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/7274261781146887153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/leaving-it-behind.html' title='Leaving it Behind'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-3079821119046904708</id><published>2008-09-10T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:44:26.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing &amp; Hoping &amp; Planning &amp; Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I’ve been told some news… good or bad for me I have yet to determine. Hoping, wishing and praying that it is good; I sit here and ponder…. If it is bad, I will have to change my lifestyle more than I already have and learn to deal with what is. If it be good, I will be able to gain some needed material things that would only make my life easier. So, here I am: fingers, toes, eyes (when able), legs, arms and hairs crossed…. Curled up in a fetal position, praying this will all turn out okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-3079821119046904708?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3079821119046904708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=3079821119046904708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3079821119046904708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3079821119046904708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/wishing-hoping-planning-dreaming.html' title='Wishing &amp; Hoping &amp; Planning &amp; Dreaming'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6995717756592992441</id><published>2008-09-06T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:47:46.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggle Fits</title><content type='html'>So just have to share: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the hall at work today (carrying on with my job as usual) and I was stopped by a guy from correspondent.  He asks, "Did you grow up on a farm?"  I was like, "What?!?!"  I was flattered, yet in the same breath super confused!! Why on earth would he think that I grew up on a farm??  As you all well know, I don't dress like a farmer or talk like one.... So I asked...  The response?  "Well, you carry a lot of files and most of the girls around here only carry four and act like they are going to die.... or they cart around one!"  I laughed... Coming from a family of girls has only made each of us have a "get down &amp;amp; dirty" and "git r done" side! So thanks to Mum &amp;amp; Pops for raising us right! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly....  Some of you know that my driver's side window in my van is stuck open... Recently, the conversation about my window has moved to the "what if you were attacked" level.  Even if I was, it wouldn't do me any good to run to my van!  So, as I'm leaving work today, I walked out with a coworker, Jeff.  He thought he had parked his truck on the 3rd level and took the stairs, while I walked out to my van on the 2nd level.  I get in the van and get settled with my back to my door. Then, someone grabbed my arm and said, "HEY!!"  Needless to say, I about piddled my pants and had a coronary while letting out a quite girlish screech!!  I turned and pulled away and saw Jeff bent over laughing... He stupidly forgot which floor he was parked on and ended up parking a few cars away from me.  He also knew about my window and saw the perfect opportunity.  While it could be scary, it is also quite funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my giggle fits for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6995717756592992441?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6995717756592992441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6995717756592992441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6995717756592992441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6995717756592992441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/giggle-fits.html' title='Giggle Fits'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1387097934351506149</id><published>2008-09-03T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:42:20.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Fuzzy Day</title><content type='html'>So today my boss asked me what my deal was... I responded with a "Huh?".  He said... "You have changed!"  At this point I got a little nervous.  I said "What?".  He replied with, "You are just happy all the time... It's a good change!" &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking the rest of the afternoon what or when or why or how this change took place.  I have come to the conclusion that whoever sent me the email on Ducks vs. Eagles deserves a big hug and a gold star. I have not been able to forget it.... and yes, I will admit it has changed my thinking....&lt;br /&gt;The email goes something like this: ducks sit around and quack and quack and complain while eagles soar above the crowd.  #1... Ducks are not my favorite animal. The only way I like them are stuffed on the wall... and even then, they collect dust and make me sneeze.  In short... I just don't like them.  #2... After reading that email and realizing I was becoming or already was a duck, really made me like ducks even LESS!!  #3... I do not want to be a duck or anything like a duck.&lt;br /&gt;So, my conclusion is that this email has helped me change my outlook on life in general.  One big thanks to whoever that may have been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1387097934351506149?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1387097934351506149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1387097934351506149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1387097934351506149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1387097934351506149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/warm-fuzzy-day.html' title='Warm Fuzzy Day'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-424028951684830374</id><published>2008-09-01T09:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:13:54.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFvYs1GfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TV2zLmJ8aRs/s1600-h/DSCF3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070377994885618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFvYs1GfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TV2zLmJ8aRs/s320/DSCF3583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFvl0FMoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yaoOPbS629w/s1600-h/DSCF3593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070381514961538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFvl0FMoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yaoOPbS629w/s320/DSCF3593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFcV9piEI/AAAAAAAAADY/5otrU7b149U/s1600-h/DSCF3567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070050842609730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFcV9piEI/AAAAAAAAADY/5otrU7b149U/s320/DSCF3567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFc0ssS8I/AAAAAAAAADg/7bjeFEqjql4/s1600-h/DSCF3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070059092986818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFc0ssS8I/AAAAAAAAADg/7bjeFEqjql4/s320/DSCF3569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFdbSsnGI/AAAAAAAAADo/rs1p6PMAXF4/s1600-h/DSCF3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070069452938338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFdbSsnGI/AAAAAAAAADo/rs1p6PMAXF4/s320/DSCF3570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFdlzGKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/vtxqgXVGxls/s1600-h/DSCF3579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070072273185074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFdlzGKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/vtxqgXVGxls/s320/DSCF3579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFdwl66eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GnPTAKBwy4E/s1600-h/DSCF3581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070075170712034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFdwl66eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GnPTAKBwy4E/s320/DSCF3581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwEKifZxCI/AAAAAAAAACw/6E1YUHaVp9A/s1600-h/DSCF3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241068645456135202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwEKifZxCI/AAAAAAAAACw/6E1YUHaVp9A/s320/DSCF3528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwEK9lmfpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yW8zgCNEWT0/s1600-h/DSCF3533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241068652729892498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwEK9lmfpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yW8zgCNEWT0/s320/DSCF3533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwELDRlFSI/AAAAAAAAADA/gpw0SpX6XNw/s1600-h/DSCF3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241068654256526626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwELDRlFSI/AAAAAAAAADA/gpw0SpX6XNw/s320/DSCF3542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwELcKPZgI/AAAAAAAAADI/vuwKgPyqxrg/s1600-h/DSCF3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241068660936631810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwELcKPZgI/AAAAAAAAADI/vuwKgPyqxrg/s320/DSCF3548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwELn5s0rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/piwVIKhuo0U/s1600-h/DSCF3551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241068664088482482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwELn5s0rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/piwVIKhuo0U/s320/DSCF3551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDPDxl8PI/AAAAAAAAACI/DRshLj7ldEg/s1600-h/100_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241067623598649586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDPDxl8PI/AAAAAAAAACI/DRshLj7ldEg/s320/100_2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDPSFzBlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fUX6Po4sl68/s1600-h/100_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241067627441489490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDPSFzBlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fUX6Po4sl68/s320/100_2359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDPlyAIDI/AAAAAAAAACY/_oBdF88WOOA/s1600-h/100_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241067632727171122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDPlyAIDI/AAAAAAAAACY/_oBdF88WOOA/s320/100_2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDQNnohJI/AAAAAAAAACg/k7ScqoCaX5M/s1600-h/100_2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241067643421099154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDQNnohJI/AAAAAAAAACg/k7ScqoCaX5M/s320/100_2362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwDQHk0qFI/AAAAAAAAACo/p8kI5G8IJZ8/s1600-h/DSCF3526.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwCn6u7yxI/AAAAAAAAACA/3p06c9YwcmU/s1600-h/100_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241066951156681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwCn6u7yxI/AAAAAAAAACA/3p06c9YwcmU/s320/100_2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I live around some pretty cool people... My sister surprised me with a cake the Friday before my birthday (to which I was sorely against). Then on my birthday, Joanne took me to the art garden downtown (and Karissa came too) and we finished off the evening by meeting the boys for dinner at Figlios &amp;amp; onto Zenos for dessert! Here are a few photos..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-424028951684830374?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/424028951684830374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=424028951684830374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/424028951684830374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/424028951684830374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SLwFvYs1GfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TV2zLmJ8aRs/s72-c/DSCF3583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1453544883748774862</id><published>2008-08-22T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:59:12.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop singing this song....</title><content type='html'>Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to Heels Over Head :&lt;br /&gt;I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby&lt;br /&gt;Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes&lt;br /&gt;You were worth the hundred thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;But you couldn't stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby&lt;br /&gt;And your little white socks in the top drawer&lt;br /&gt;You were always leaving your shit around&lt;br /&gt;And gone without a sound&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm the first to fall and the last to know&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm heels over headI'm hangin' upside down&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how you left me for dead&lt;br /&gt;California bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a first class ticket to a night all alone&lt;br /&gt;And a front row seat up right by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running out of time&lt;br /&gt;I've got your hair on my pillow and your smell in my sheets&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me think about you with the sand in your feet&lt;br /&gt;Is it all you thought it'd be?&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the first to fall and the last to know&lt;br /&gt;And where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;You're burnin' bridges babyBurnin' bridges, making wishesYeah you're burnin' bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance taker, heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Got me wrapped around your&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll finally see&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll turn it all around and you'll come back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1453544883748774862?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1453544883748774862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1453544883748774862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1453544883748774862'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just searching for my friend I am to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stop &amp;amp; scan the sidewalk &amp;amp; shops....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still no sign of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I meander on with my eyes still searching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taking in every shop, stand and festival goer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I catch a glimpse of someone and I have to look again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's no one I know, but he stares back at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With a charming &amp;amp; disarming curiousity he grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I smile &amp;amp; blush &amp;amp; start to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He calls out to me requesting my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I turn &amp;amp; wander away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just thinking what would have happened if I had stayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1113619975307955967?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1113619975307955967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1113619975307955967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1113619975307955967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1113619975307955967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/wandering.html' title='Wandering'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-2367629903362918080</id><published>2008-08-14T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:57:09.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Will Tell</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated this in a while due to the lack of internet... All is well here, work is still the same and we're moving to a small house at the end of the month... Will be relieved to be out of the apartments!!  Here's a note from last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He confuses me, like some silly riddles and rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But being so close to him makes me want to call him mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He looks at me and smiles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For him, I’d go the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does he know?  Does he care?  Does he notice when I’m not there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time will tell, as it is its claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe this boy won’t be so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-2367629903362918080?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2367629903362918080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=2367629903362918080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2367629903362918080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/2367629903362918080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-will-tell.html' title='Time Will Tell'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4312758576970057179</id><published>2008-06-09T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:20:59.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A certain someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;There he stands, without a clue what he can do, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;By just standing there looking so damn cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;I wish I could tell him to walk away and leave me be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;But, there he stands, not knowing about me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;He makes me shake from head to toe; heart rate increases, heat wave crashing down…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;Boy, sometimes I wish you had an inkling how you make me stupid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;Tripping over my words and feet...&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Wishing you would notice me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4312758576970057179?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4312758576970057179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4312758576970057179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4312758576970057179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4312758576970057179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/certain-someone.html' title='A certain someone'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5593054848084280815</id><published>2008-05-26T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:54:59.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s almost been a year since I’ve met that final person, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since my world was turned upside down &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then he pulled the curtain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best thing that happened was probably what he did, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To end things so abruptly,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knowing nothing is for certain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve learned what I am and certainly what I’m not, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Definitely what I need and clearly what I want.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So pulling pieces back together of a train wreck I thought love, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The track seems quite misleading when I look back from above.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now taking what one learns from incidents like these,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I steer my caboose more carefully, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And stay clear of men with needs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5593054848084280815?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5593054848084280815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5593054848084280815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5593054848084280815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5593054848084280815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6543786078556313006</id><published>2008-05-25T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:38:44.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEAKY GIRLS...  PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SDnAK3tDYMI/AAAAAAAAABY/E0naw1pxOhY/s1600-h/balls+in+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SDnAK3tDYMI/AAAAAAAAABY/E0naw1pxOhY/s320/balls+in+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204402137387458754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SDnALHtDYNI/AAAAAAAAABg/CXtp6iN4daQ/s1600-h/em+with+balls+in+shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SDnALHtDYNI/AAAAAAAAABg/CXtp6iN4daQ/s320/em+with+balls+in+shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204402141682426066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SDnALXtDYOI/AAAAAAAAABo/W26fDjsfcN0/s1600-h/high+five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SDnALXtDYOI/AAAAAAAAABo/W26fDjsfcN0/s320/high+five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204402145977393378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the finished product.... The deed was done... Even if we did try getting into the wrong apartment first... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6543786078556313006?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6543786078556313006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6543786078556313006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6543786078556313006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6543786078556313006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/sneaky-girls-part-2.html' title='SNEAKY GIRLS...  PART 2'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SDnAK3tDYMI/AAAAAAAAABY/E0naw1pxOhY/s72-c/balls+in+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-5551787576225808816</id><published>2008-05-13T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:03:30.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad Its Over Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;A special thanks to the talented musicians and song writers....  I've been inspired once again.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sitting here waiting, as my headache begins… not knowing. That is what kills me in the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life proceeds in wonderment… maybe it’s just me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, this big old world holds no mystery.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Rain falling… wisdom… trying to flood our streets…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Too bad it won’t reflect in the faces that I meet.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The sun shines down on countless agendas, some never to be fulfilled. This world will keep on turning as I pop another pill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-5551787576225808816?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5551787576225808816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=5551787576225808816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5551787576225808816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/5551787576225808816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/glad-its-over-now.html' title='Glad Its Over Now'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-6875462739325364442</id><published>2008-05-10T18:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:28:58.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEAKY GIRLS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SC-UhbXT6aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OsqXo1iWW3s/s1600-h/APRIL+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201539396638337442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SC-UhbXT6aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OsqXo1iWW3s/s320/APRIL+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SC-UhrXT6bI/AAAAAAAAABA/VQbCZphAkqs/s1600-h/APRIL+2008+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201539400933304754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SC-UhrXT6bI/AAAAAAAAABA/VQbCZphAkqs/s320/APRIL+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo he&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SC-XBbXT6dI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GOmPMoAQprI/s1600-h/APRIL+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201542145417406930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SC-XBbXT6dI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GOmPMoAQprI/s320/APRIL+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re we go...&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I were busy one weekend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE PICTURES TO FOLLOW...... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-6875462739325364442?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6875462739325364442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=6875462739325364442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6875462739325364442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/6875462739325364442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/sneaky-girls.html' title='SNEAKY GIRLS...'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfydQwze_Lo/SC-UhbXT6aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OsqXo1iWW3s/s72-c/APRIL+2008+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-3126490768577118001</id><published>2008-05-04T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:13:43.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><content type='html'>So, I must admit that I'm diggin the State of 10,000 Lakes after 3 months (and counting).  My job at Wells Fargo is going really well.... the kids up here are keeping me busy and out of trouble.... and my roommate and I get along amazingly!!  Things are finally looking up for me and I'm feeling comfortable in my skin again!  Joanne (one of my crazy coworkers) has showed me a safe and fun place (a marsh) to run in the middle of Richfield and that has been keeping me active as well.  I am slowly getting settled into the apartment (which we counted today and we have about 4 months left there!) Oops. I started this blog for my recreational purposes.  Once in a while it helps me to just write my thoughts and sometimes my imagination!! So enjoy... or not. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-3126490768577118001?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3126490768577118001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=3126490768577118001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3126490768577118001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/3126490768577118001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-4614859197551399819</id><published>2008-04-24T23:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:58:40.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from December</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;December, winter, snow, ice ….cold. So, I sit by the window watching the snow fall, lightly floating down by the millions. Snow. It is a funny thing. So pretty yet so detrimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The snow falls and covers everything. A world so harsh and noisy and then the snow falls, blanketing the earth with white, cold quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cars move quietly down the roads as if they are moving in a funeral procession: slow, cautious, thoughtful. One false move and they could skid into wreckage, but forward they proceed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Snow. It’s an awesome thing how snow can take something ugly, wretched, and repulsive and cover it, hiding all its flaws and making it beautiful. Hm…. Maybe I should head outside… see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-4614859197551399819?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4614859197551399819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=4614859197551399819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4614859197551399819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/4614859197551399819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/notes-from-december.html' title='Notes from December'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370484060889387357.post-1766187661500559471</id><published>2008-04-24T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:59:22.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the big city</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wake up groggy and wishing for at least a few more hours of sleep.  The breeze comes through my window lulling me back to sleep.  I look at the clock.  6:05am it stares back at me.  Rolling out of bed the breeze hits me and makes me shiver.  I hop into the shower trying to warm up with thoughts of the day ahead wandering in the air.  Voices of other residents and honking vehicles seep through the window of the shower only to make me remember where I am again.  Minnesota.  The big cities too…  I can’t believe it some days.  I make my way back to my room only to be reminded of all the things I have to do.  Half an hour left.  Hoping it is warm outside and not just in the apartment, I pack up a few bags and haul them to the door.    When I get to the exit, I wonder if I should have grabbed a coat.  Whoosh, I push open the door and I’m met with a warm rush of air that brushes over my bare shoulders making me think of the beach.  I stride to the car and deposit my hauling. Walking back to the building, I close my eyes.  The bustling of traffic off I494 is the closest thing I’ll get to waves washing the beach.  With my eyes still closed, I hold onto the few seconds of bliss in the middle of this chaos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370484060889387357-1766187661500559471?l=emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1766187661500559471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7370484060889387357&amp;postID=1766187661500559471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1766187661500559471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370484060889387357/posts/default/1766187661500559471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjoansmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-big-city.html' title='oh the big city'/><author><name>Emily  Pedersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10833110231095267898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5uqvN5340/Tfp1O6DTYjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VUXv1zfbO98/s220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
