<?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-4082118006638408561</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:59:56.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's waiting to begin</title><subtitle type='html'>“It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-1857289759346883714</id><published>2009-04-04T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:37:04.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What words really mean!</title><content type='html'>It's funny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; 19 years old and am very familiar with these words and their definitions that women use with a man, but some men still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand what they are getting themselves into when these words are being used, So here is a little dictionary for anyone who may be in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the football before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer quickly to No 9 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot', which is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' - that will bring on No. 7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying, "F-- YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to No. 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in "Fine"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-1857289759346883714?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/1857289759346883714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-words-really-mean.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/1857289759346883714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/1857289759346883714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-words-really-mean.html' title='What words really mean!'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-4932178326449081700</id><published>2009-04-02T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:23:49.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mitch hedberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdWPAd2phyI/AAAAAAAAACg/PKdus1ndFXI/s1600-h/lovey11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdWPAd2phyI/AAAAAAAAACg/PKdus1ndFXI/s320/lovey11-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320315772984723234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am waking up at 6am to take my mom to the airport, i am SO tired.&lt;br /&gt;but i do love my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdWPABVL_mI/AAAAAAAAACY/a7y8i8mirig/s1600-h/alexsbday+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdWPABVL_mI/AAAAAAAAACY/a7y8i8mirig/s320/alexsbday+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320315765328182882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, on another note here is just something to laugh at! I love how comedians can say things that run through everyone's head that just don't seem all that funny, but when said on stage and in a clever manner it's hilarious. It's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If you go to the grocery store and stand in front of the lunch meat section for too long, you start to get pissed off at turkeys. You see turkey ham, turkey pastrami, turkey bologna -- somebody needs to tell the turkeys, "Man, just be yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One time, this guy handed me a picture of him, he said,"Here's a picture of me when I was younger." Every picture of you is when you were younger. "Here's a picture of me when I'm older." " How'd you pull that off? Lemme see that camera!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Whenever I walk, people try to hand me out fliers, and when someone tries to hand me out a flier, it's kinda like they're saying, "Here, you throw this away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I got a king sized bed. I don't know any kings, but if one came over, I guess he'd be comfortable. "Oh, you're a king, you say? Well you won't believe what I have in store for you! It's to your exact specifications! I believe I can set up your lady friend, too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="fullpost"&gt;5. My belt holds up my pants and my pants have belt loops that hold up the belt. What the fuck’s really going on down there? Who is the real hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;6. I was walking by a dry cleaner at 3 a.m., and it said "Sorry, we're closed." You don't have to be sorry. It's 3 a.m., and you're a dry cleaner. It would be ridiculous for me to expect you to be open. I'm not gonna walk by at ten and say, "Hey, I walked by at three, you guys were closed. Someone owes me an apology. This jacket would be halfway done!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-4932178326449081700?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/4932178326449081700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/04/mitch-hedberg.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/4932178326449081700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/4932178326449081700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/04/mitch-hedberg.html' title='mitch hedberg'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdWPAd2phyI/AAAAAAAAACg/PKdus1ndFXI/s72-c/lovey11-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-6930357021968310613</id><published>2009-04-01T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:58:21.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciating what you have</title><content type='html'>“We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Frederick Keonig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this way too often, for example, in January i moved out of my house because i complained it was too cramped and too much commotion, but shortly after i moved back home. The place i had moved to was just not the same as being around my families chaos. If i had just learned to appreciate what i had before moving out i wouldn't have to gone through all i did being without my family for the short 4 or 5 weeks i was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at work, i got the kids to sleep around 830! it was awesome! now i am relaxing till eleven :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-6930357021968310613?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/6930357021968310613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/04/appreciating-what-you-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/6930357021968310613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/6930357021968310613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/04/appreciating-what-you-have.html' title='appreciating what you have'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-268518223696222697</id><published>2009-04-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:11:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;50 Ways To Make Yourself Miserable&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compare yourself frequently with others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belittle yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don’t believe in dreams, you think dreams only happen when you are sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Say yes to everybody and everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work in a job you hate.&lt;a href="http://www.healthmoneysuccess.com/815/love-your-job-no-learn-to-love-it-now/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complain about everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complain about everything to your friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suspicious of everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Counting your troubles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harbor negative thoughts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to please everyone and let everyone walk all over you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly think about the past.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly think about the future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focusing on what you lack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focusing on what you don’t want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need others to validate you constantly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think of everything that can possibly go wrong in your life.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being jealous easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always envy others and never grateful of what you have instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imitating others due to lack of self confidence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lacking self esteem and cause others to dislike you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think the world revolves around you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly judging others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absorbing all the bad news daily in the papers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Junk food is your best companion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Exercise is your worst enemy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think that things can only go your way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not accept others opinion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of goals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worry consistently about the sky is falling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan but never take action.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fail to plan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feel that people around you are all jerks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking there is no purpose in living.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being the “If Man”. If my father is  the president, then I will be successful. If ____ then I will be _____. (fill in the blanks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lottery is the only way to success.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to control everything that you can’t control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expect to be appreciated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expect others to be grateful t&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will not forget about criticism.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hate people around you to be successful&lt;a href="http://www.healthmoneysuccess.com/586/how-to-achieve-success-in-everything/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shirk responsibilities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receive and never give.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do things that are easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overwork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never forgive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never give your best effort in things you do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfectionism.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choosing to be miserable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know about you, but i probably do half of those without even thinking about it. Maybe if we all stopped and realized the things that make us miserable and tried to stop doing them life would be a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compare yourself frequently with others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belittle yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;those two are the ones that i do daily, hourly, minutely, secondly, ALL the time. And to be honest, it is really hard for me to be happy when i put myself down so frequently. I find that its hard for other people to want to be around someone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; think high enough of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; to realize the good things. For example, when i am out with someone who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;undoubtedly&lt;/span&gt; beautiful and they say "oh i look terrible," i become annoyed, but i do that same thing. So maybe i should wake up and stop being so annoying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, a friend of mine died last night and i hope (even though none of you know him) that you will keep his family and close friends in your prayers, he was 19 or 20 and was t-boned by a vehicle going 80mph. Life is short, and unexpected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-268518223696222697?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/268518223696222697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-ways.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/268518223696222697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/268518223696222697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-ways.html' title='50 ways'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-5631779468767504849</id><published>2009-03-30T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:14:06.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oy1uWAm4SnI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oy1uWAm4SnI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in the recipe of life, the most important ingredient is friends"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-5631779468767504849?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/5631779468767504849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5631779468767504849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5631779468767504849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='friends!'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-4751951963120759166</id><published>2009-03-29T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:00:12.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything life is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1rGBk40I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sydJwA7Y4Qg/s1600-h/yters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1rGBk40I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sydJwA7Y4Qg/s320/yters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318810174392427330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1rPpTluI/AAAAAAAAACI/lnHeo6ZZXB4/s1600-h/ytedrte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1rPpTluI/AAAAAAAAACI/lnHeo6ZZXB4/s320/ytedrte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318810176974984930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1qxYthZI/AAAAAAAAACA/KW1bEiNWZ_M/s1600-h/yokdsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1qxYthZI/AAAAAAAAACA/KW1bEiNWZ_M/s320/yokdsf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318810168852317586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1q433UOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hIpm10zj1EU/s1600-h/yiuoui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1q433UOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hIpm10zj1EU/s320/yiuoui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318810170862031074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1qo68TfI/AAAAAAAAABw/mU8kWcEveOY/s1600-h/yfgghf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1qo68TfI/AAAAAAAAABw/mU8kWcEveOY/s320/yfgghf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318810166579973618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is beauty, admire it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a dream, realize it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a challenge, meet it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty, complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game, play it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a promise, fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sorrow, overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song, sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tragedy, confront it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an adventure, dare it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is luck, make it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too precious, do not destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is life, fight for it."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/838305.Mother_Teresa" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Mother Teresa"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would life be if you didn't benefit from it, admire it, realize the dream, meet the challenges, complete the duties, play the games, fulfill promises, overcome sorrows, sing songs, accept struggles, confront tragedies, adventure, make your own luck, and fight for what is yours to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jake, bealer, mark and i went for a little bit of an adventure this evening, here are some photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-4751951963120759166?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/4751951963120759166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-life-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/4751951963120759166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/4751951963120759166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-life-is.html' title='everything life is'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SdA1rGBk40I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sydJwA7Y4Qg/s72-c/yters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-1730057155867143735</id><published>2009-03-28T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:53:34.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to mother nature</title><content type='html'>Dear Mother Nature,&lt;br /&gt;    First off I want to thank you for bringing me my monthly gift, ......not. I don't enjoy this time at all, and I am cranky and in pain. Second, I want to point out that I'm am fully aware of the fact that it is difficult for us, as women, to make up our minds but this is ridiculous. You need to choose, warm, cold, cool, hot, rain, snow, sunshine! Please! It's very confusing, one day I walk outside and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; wearing shorts, and the next day it is snowing. I just don't understand how you could be so indecisive. Honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a pretty indecisive person myself, but if you need help choosing I'll be more than happy to help. *cough*sunshine*cough* just a suggestion... I know a lot of people who would be thrilled if you would just pick one season to throw at us at a time, trust me. In saying those things I want to let you know that I have been sick more than once in the past month or so, and I'm not blaming you, but um, i mean...you sure cant blame my immune system with the weather acting the way it has been acting, now can we? I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mother N, I hope you take all that I said into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Until Later,&lt;br /&gt;          -Mary-Elizabeth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-1730057155867143735?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/1730057155867143735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-mother-nature.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/1730057155867143735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/1730057155867143735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-mother-nature.html' title='letter to mother nature'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-5655782068660199124</id><published>2009-03-15T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:54:01.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>i realized rainy days bring me down, not only that but i need to figure out a normal sleep schedule because without sleep i am a grouch. I did notice one thing about me though, no matter what kind of mood i may be in, children cheer me up. they are so funny and cute. I went to a 5 year olds ballerinas birthday party today and i was so thrilled to be part of it. Poor jake, he had to sit around with a bunch of little girls in too toos haha! I will post photos very soon, they are precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i have had a lot on my mind but i dont think im ready to share yet. Maybe i will share soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is aching and im not exactly sure why. my legs, toes, shoulders, arms, fingers, and back.And on top of my body aching, im breaking out on my forehead! I NEVER get pimples, ughhh. It is not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was so nice, today she bought me two side tables and a window curtain thing. So my room is coming together nicely. For those who dont know, my room was just sort of created out of a random part of the house. And i insisted it was to be painted purple with black and white everything. So it's a work in progress but i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, work at 7:00am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-5655782068660199124?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/5655782068660199124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5655782068660199124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5655782068660199124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-7702367485450002433</id><published>2009-03-14T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:25:27.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regret</title><content type='html'>oh, how i regret staying up till 3:30am when i had to work at 6:30am. I am dumb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-7702367485450002433?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/7702367485450002433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/regret.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/7702367485450002433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/7702367485450002433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/regret.html' title='regret'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-5112188915550185338</id><published>2009-03-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:56:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday</title><content type='html'>Lately i have been examining my life and looking back at the things i had to go through to get where i am right now and it's crazy. Life definitely works itself out in amazing ways. I find it funny that god knows me so well. I'm almost positive i was born to be a mother and raise a family younger than others. The things that i have gone through in my life have definitely given me the tools i need, to do what i was born to do. For example, i have been in so many relationships with people so i could see what i like and what i don't like in a mate, also, i have worked in multiple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;day cares&lt;/span&gt; and have been raised taking care of friends children. I may go through things that you have never experienced because you were meant for a completely different purpose than i was. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; graduate high school, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; continue in college, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a particular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt; that i am good at, and most of those things would help other people live out their future but not mine. It's just strange, i love having my late night talks with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Catherine&lt;/span&gt;. She helps clear my mind so well. Our friendship is so unique, and special to me. Anyways, i have to work at 5 so i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to start getting ready. I will most likely post later on this weekend. :) life is beautiful, no matter how it comes at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-5112188915550185338?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/5112188915550185338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5112188915550185338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5112188915550185338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyday.html' title='everyday'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-5978842438390687096</id><published>2009-03-09T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:15:52.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i am so glad its beautiful outside again, although I'm not taking advantage of it. I work tonight from 9:30pm-3:00am so i am just laying in my bed watching music videos with the window open. My mom is out of town and more often than not when she's gone i am upset. I just like having her around me, even though sometimes we fight and disagree. I need to learn how to handle her being gone because she has to leave a lot so she can work and make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was talking to Catherine the other night and something she said to me really made me feel a little better. I think that a lot of people are better than me, or I'm better than certain people. But she told me that no one is better than anyone else because even though i make mistakes that are evident to others the people who seem perfect in my eyes may have thoughts that are worse than my actions and in gods eyes that is the same thing. None of us deserve anything we have and i should remind myself of that every day. I am blessed to have the things i have and i will not take advantage of the fact that god died for my sins and downfalls. God has recently showed his love to me more than i have ever noticed and it makes me extremely happy! And i find it strange that he showed up when he did because i had hit ROCK BOTTOM and definitely embarrassed him and i was the last person he should have helped out. But none-the-less never left my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream a long time ago, the most realistic dream ever. I was walking down the beach holding gods hand, he was a LOT taller than me and i was a child. I was walking on the side closest to the water and i would run and play in the water and run ahead in the sand but would always come back and hold his hand. Behind us was darkness and ahead of us were seagulls. God told me not to look back because he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;. That's powerful. That dream was a while ago, when i lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;. I think about it, and it totally applies to my life right now! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; look back and worry about all that i have done because god sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;. He is always with me no matter what i do. Also, if  god isn't judging what i have done then who are you or who am i to judge all that i have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-5978842438390687096?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/5978842438390687096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5978842438390687096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5978842438390687096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-9041456441455648601</id><published>2009-03-08T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:46:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine!</title><content type='html'>what a beautiful weekend, it was spent well! Most of the days were outside and thats the best way to utilize sunshine! i spent every day with my lovely boyfriend. I dont have much on my mind today, im super tired and have to work ALL week. All i have to say is im so lucky to be in the relationship that i am and jake couldnt make me happier. ALSO catherine is my very best friend and she is such a great person when i need to vent. i love them both so much. the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-9041456441455648601?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/9041456441455648601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/9041456441455648601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/9041456441455648601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine.html' title='sunshine!'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-7653480196594601412</id><published>2009-03-04T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:37:05.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>march 4, 2009</title><content type='html'>i'm in a not so great mood today, i dont know whats wrong. Everything is upsetting me. Maybe i miss jake, i havent seen him for 2 days i think, thats not that long! geez i just need something to cheer me up! im usually always so happy, and i just dont feel like myself! Until tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-7653480196594601412?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/7653480196594601412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-4-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/7653480196594601412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/7653480196594601412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-4-2009.html' title='march 4, 2009'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-4045570916021443936</id><published>2009-03-03T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:19:56.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>march 3, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well today is the first official day i am in a new relationship. It's a bit odd for me, but i will get used to it. I adore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt; so all is well! He is the complete opposite of my last boyfriend which i find to be a huge relief. I'm a bit scared of the future but none-the-less welcome it with open arms. I feel like people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand change cant live life to the fullest. People, sometimes, try and stay in one spot (physically and/or mentally) out of fear, but i love change! The change in my life has helped me grow so much and i appreciate it more and more every day. As cliche as this may sound, life is definitely a book and each new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; should be considered a new chapter. Sometimes the chapter youre reading is great but, who knows, the next may be better than the last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work right now, I'm a nanny to a 2 and 6 year old. Precious girls, Amya and Azaria. I just put them to sleep so i get to relax and watch tv. *i get paid to do this, haha!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream time! Last night i had such an odd dream, i was with two relatively close friends and we were all supposed to go to someones house for a party or something and apparently i forgot socks. So i asked them to wait for me and instead they ran off laughing together and i had to find the house on my own. Sometimes i feel like that in real life with these two particular friends, so maybe it's symbolic of something. The socks i dont quite understand but thats alright, haha! My dreams are crazy. For example: Sushi Your Name! ----&gt;explaination! There is this resturaunt called 'Sushi Your Name' but they did not sell sushi. When you got to the window you had to say "sushi mary" (in my case) but whatever your name is you put in after sushi. You had to do this so you could get your food. It was strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, until tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-4045570916021443936?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/4045570916021443936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-3-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/4045570916021443936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/4045570916021443936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-3-2009.html' title='march 3, 2009'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-4958570131941236913</id><published>2009-03-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:20:57.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>march 2, 2009</title><content type='html'>well what a strange day, it snowed first of all. By the time i woke up at 2pm most of the snow on my side had melted, but thats alright im not a fan of icey mess anyways. Well i slept so late that i forgot to eat, so around maybe 5 i went to see jake at work with catherine sanda and my mom. i ate fried mac and cheese, and thats about it. plus the 5 cups of sweet tea...i LOVE sweet tea. after dinner catherine and i waited until jake got off work and then we all went to a movie (slumdog millionaire) but before the movie i got VERY sick. I think im hypoglycemic, i was shaking terribly. It sucked big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was so great, i loved how the main character would do anything to be with the girl he loved from the start. It puts many men to shame. Love should be like it is shown in movies, it makes a girl just melt. I have been wanting something like that my whole life and in finally feel like that is happening to me, just a lot less dramatic. haha, i love my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im tired! until tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-4958570131941236913?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/4958570131941236913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-2-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/4958570131941236913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/4958570131941236913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-2-2009.html' title='march 2, 2009'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-2507479781770931556</id><published>2009-03-01T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:30:59.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.1.09 cont...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/Sat74XtNVyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AJLZDcsLKqU/s1600-h/jakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/Sat74XtNVyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AJLZDcsLKqU/s320/jakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308472794152785698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; We should get jerseys cause we make a good team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt; And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt; I spend with you is the new best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everyone watching us just turns away with disgust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's Jealously, they can see that we've got it going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You're OK with the way this is going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is going to be the best thing we've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If anyone can make me a better person you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All I gotta say is I must've done something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I came along one day and you rearranged my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All I gotta say is I must've done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I must've done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe I'm just lucky cause it's hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I know that it's so cliche to talk about you this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I'll push all my inhibitions aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's so very obvious to everyone watching us That we have got something real good going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre so special to me jake holland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-2507479781770931556?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/2507479781770931556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/3109-cont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/2507479781770931556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/2507479781770931556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/3109-cont.html' title='3.1.09 cont...'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/Sat74XtNVyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AJLZDcsLKqU/s72-c/jakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082118006638408561.post-5002630809206063177</id><published>2009-03-01T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:35:58.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>march 1, 2009</title><content type='html'>Sundays are always a chaotic day for me, most of the time i have to wake up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; than 2pm which is more difficult than it sounds, then i have to proceed to showering and heading to church by 11. After church i do whatever i want but then i have to play taxi to my brother (s). Today was no different. Today was the first day i got to sit down, talk, meet, and eat lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jake's&lt;/span&gt; parents, which i enjoyed. Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;azteca&lt;/span&gt;, chicken cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quesadilla&lt;/span&gt;, sweet tea, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;..what more could i ask for. [not too much]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with a friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night and it's funny, she's about 4 or 5 years younger than me and i hear the way she talks and i understand her thought process immediately. I find it so hard to believe that i once thought that same way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; no old women but i do know more than she does about life, boys, school, future, and whatever else takes time and maturity to grasp. The way i view things now compared to when i was a freshman or even sophomore in high school is almost the complete opposite as to the way organize my thoughts now. for example: When a 15 year old boy says something like "we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to hang out today." My 15 year old girl friend hears "i understand that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have much time for me today," but what i hear is "i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to hang out today." I wish i could just tell her exactly what every boy she talks to is thinking so she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get hurt, but at the same time i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a good thing for someone to learn. People &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; always say what they mean in attempts to avoiding conflict or hurt feelings but sometimes people need to hear what they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to hear. The longer something is drawn out the more difficult it is to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on a funnier note, weird dream from last night. It was a dark night, maybe one or two street lights, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; walking down the side walk and i suddenly feel a mans presence behind me. I turn quickly and ask him to "go away," he then continues to ask me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;girllll&lt;/span&gt;, you wanna get together!?" "of course not!" i reply. he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get the hint...he catches up to me but is now in the middle of the road parallel to me. i ask him if he wants to race and he is excited at the thought of competition. We both take off, as he continues to run, i stop and turn around! He was gone forever! the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082118006638408561-5002630809206063177?l=allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/feeds/5002630809206063177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-1-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5002630809206063177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082118006638408561/posts/default/5002630809206063177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmilesmarye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-1-2009.html' title='march 1, 2009'/><author><name>mary-el!z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917258901483485576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SgblRA1g18/SatBX0O4RCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LrpLYf1ReFM/S220/msd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
