tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83287088173656827332024-02-18T20:53:14.763-05:00Southern SensibilitiesMJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.comBlogger250125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-40932276221581874962013-06-16T21:18:00.002-04:002013-06-16T21:27:07.401-04:00PassionLet's talk passionate. Let's talk emotional, in your face, just raw unadulterated FEELING.<br />
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To clarify: I don't mean the bumping uglies passion, I mean the heart kind. What gets your blood going when you do it? What do you do on a normal basis that you can't NOT just do?<br />
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For some people it's a TV show, or knitting, or body harvesting (just kidding...I hope.) But for others, it's READING.<br />
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Reading is...magical, breathtaking, transforming, and most of all, it's EMPOWERING.<br />
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How many people can say that they've been to Italy, Montana, the Catskills up north, marched across the Sahara Desert while waiting to be rescued, been held hostage in an 19th century pirate ship, rescued hostages from hostile countries, or sailed to a new world? I can. I've experienced all of these and more from the comfort of my own home. I can sit on my bed and save a 5 year old girl on a rescue mission. <br />
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Do you ever just get so into something that when it ends you kind of just want to cry? That's what reading is like. You become so absorbed, absolutely carried away, that it's almost hopeless to try and escape it. And the crazy part is how much you begin to enjoy it. Enjoy yourself.<br />
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One of the very first things my children will learn is how to read. Reading opens doors for everyone who cares to indulge. Reading teaches you, it strengthens your vocabulary, gives you confidence in your abilities. Anyone who reads is dangerous.<br />
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I pray that you find something you're passionate enough about to want to shout it to the world. I pray that you find something that moves you to tears occasionally. Mostly I pray that you find something that makes you so happy that you don't mind to do it over and over again.MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-36918234973157507072013-05-23T22:17:00.001-04:002013-05-23T22:17:02.612-04:00Southern Sensibilities So I'm changing the directions of this blog for one final time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INTRODUCING....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The blog a<span style="font-size: small;">bout, for, and inclu<span style="font-size: small;">ding Southern-isms t<span style="font-size: small;">hat I've learned and made up (mostly made up) in my 20 years of living in East Tennessee. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first one we'll talk about is sweet tea. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yes, we're starting commonly. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sweet <span style="font-size: small;">tea is the life blood that pumps through our veins. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner<span style="font-size: small;">, it doesn't matter hwne we drink it as long as we have some<span style="font-size: small;">. I don<span style="font-size: small;">'t mean a <span style="font-size: small;">tablespoon of sugar in some hot tea. I mean <span style="font-size: small;">6</span> tea bags in a huge pitcher</span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></span></span>left out in the sun at noon and brought inside right before supper. 2 cups of sugar added, and briskly stirred with an old wire whisk. Pour it over some ice and it's the most refreshing drink you'll ever have.<br />
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While it is something that's wet and sweet, it's also go a scientific purpose that was probably never taken into account when the tradition started.<br />
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Tea lowers the iron count in the blood stream, which in turn leads to a slight anemia. Which can make you feel colder than you already are. Which, if you've ever been south of Kentucky in mid July at high noon, is a blessing and a half.MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-87287947422035179202013-04-24T21:11:00.001-04:002013-04-24T21:11:22.032-04:00When God Makes LemonadeI'm not going to lie, I read the description for this book and I honestly didn't think that I would be interested. But, being the nerd that I am, I had to read it just to challenge myself, and because I loved the title.<br />
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Ladies, and gentelmen?, let me tell you. I laughed, I cried, I made my mom read a story or two, and I finished reading this book feeling like a different person.<br />
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I cried when I read about a father suffering the loss of a child due to miscarriage, I cried when a teenage girl was raped and her abortion attempts were thwarted THREE times. God spoke to her three times in a row. Can you imagine, hearing that still small voice in your heart the first time? A second? The third and final? <br />
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I was brought to my knees when I read about a little baby girl who saved her family's life. <br />
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This book was so well written, many of the authors are free lance writers themselves, and almost all of them are bloggers just like you and me. How crazy is that?<br />
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Do you have any stories where God has made you your own personal lemonade? Did you recognize it at the time? Have you heard your own small still voice? If you have, I would love to do guest posts about everyone's individual stories, the email is mjpeters193@gmail.com MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-58716234579739612262013-04-17T00:42:00.000-04:002013-04-17T00:42:13.598-04:00Book ReviewingI recently signed up with booksneeze, which is just the most awesome thing ever. You literally get books and you review them, all for free. If you're a bookworm like me, this is a huuuuuge deal!<br />
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Best birthday ever (oh yeah, I'm 20 as of 40 minutes ago)<br />
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Easter Bunny turns out to be Channing Tatum<br />
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I cannot wait to post my first book review, on what who knows?? I'll announce it when I get it :)MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-67029607788837409162012-03-07T15:07:00.000-05:002012-03-07T15:07:22.281-05:00It's good to be backI can't believe I haven't blogged in over two months. So much has happened I don't even know where to start. Wil and I broke up Feb 9th. To put it simply he was too much of a pot head and a compulsive liar. Sooo it didn't work out. BUT while we were together something happened.<br />
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I was almost a mommy <3 I say almost because at about a month a half along I had a miscarriage. It was awful and horrible but it's okay and I'm okay. It took me a while to come to terms with the fact that I was almost a mother but now that I have I see that everything happens for a reason. Wil and I broke up shortly afterwards, and I'm thankful there isn't a child involved at this point.<br />
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I've just been enjoying being single...until I met Ryan :) It's nothing serious, I don't want anything serious again for a long time. I don't NEED anything serious. It's good to be bck <3MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-13084578339464821782011-12-14T08:34:00.000-05:002011-12-14T08:34:17.591-05:00It's OverAfter two years and 8 days, Bear and I are over. For good this time. I don't regret a single second of our relationship. He taught me how to love, what I needed to receive, and what I needed to give. He will always have an insanely huge part of my heart, and I can't do anything about that. I'm going to delete this blog in a few days, I don't have the heart to right now.<br />
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We've been broken up for a week and two days, and he hasn't said a word to me. I had to do it in a Facebook message because due to money issues he still doesn't have a phone. He was supposed to get one December first. It sucks, because I wanted to do it over at least Skype or something, but he never tried to contact me. That's what really ended it for me. I just need a fresh start I guess.<br />
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I've already gone down a pant size. Woo and hoo. I miss him. Every day. Every morning I wake up and realize we aren't together anymore it kills me. I know this was my decision. I can't be in a relationship where we don't communicate. Where we don't even talk. And his attitude about this? Enforces my decision. <br />
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He told his mom that I don't deserve a conversation and he doesn't wanna talk to me. Can't blame him though.MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-15669221540076857802011-11-27T23:40:00.000-05:002011-11-27T23:40:07.468-05:00Two years laterOhh my Lord. My Bear and I have been together for two years now...this is insane to me. I look at my posts from right after we got together...and ohh man<br />
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omgeez so much has happened lately...i dont even know where to start!!!! Okay, well lets start with the fact that me and my ex from freshman year are dating again...awesomeness right? It's like a good but then a bad thing at the same time...<br />
Good: love him dearly and am seriously happy; he's amazing; i feel like i don't have to be anything i'm not with him; comfortable together because we dated for 9 months before; feels right after all the crap that happened between us, like a new new beginning!<br />
Bad:He's in the Marines, and is leaving on Monday for training and will be gone for forever...but hey gotta get used to it right?<br />
I know that I have GOT to get used to this, because its gonna be his life, and if I wanna be a part of it then I'd better suck it up and move on, you know? Plus when I do get to see him it'll be ten times better because we know that we only have a limited amount of time together so thats another good thing. omgeez...well thats my blogpost for this time, talk to you laters!<br />
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First off, how horrid is my grammar/diction?? Ahh lol. I can't believe I ever thought Camp Geiger and Fort Sill were hard. Pfft. If only I knew what was to come...<br />
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Bear and I have had such a hard year since our first anniversary. And the hard stuff didn't even happen until after his deployment. He won't get to come home for Christmas, no money so he's going to his best friend's for Christmas. My heart hurts to have him away on Christmas, but there's nothin I can do about it. All I can say is I love him more today than I did one year ago. And I never thought that would be possible! He doesn't know when he will be home again, and that kills me. I know I should be used to this, it HAS been two years. But I'm not. Maybe next year, the thought that he'll have less than a year left will make this easier :))MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-42663421611164735742011-11-13T20:20:00.000-05:002011-11-13T20:20:15.345-05:00What happens in Vegas...<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Alright this may be super long but it's my ball weekend :)<br />
Wednesday- Traveled all damn day. At my last lay over before Vegas in LAX and Bear calls from his friend's phone asking all this random information about my flights and such and I'm like Why...and he tries to be evasive at least :p So he surprised me and picked me up from the air port :)) The first thing he does is grab me and we spin ♥ He takes me to his friend and is like "This is MJ. I'm not going crazy anymore" *SIGH*<br />
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Thursday- We got up and checked out of the hotel and the RIO let us check in earlier than we expected so we napped. All day. Lmao. We got up and I got ready and we're sitting there waiting for a good time to go down and he just keeps looking at me. I was like "What?!" And he goes "Nothin, can't I just look at you?" I almost started sobbing right then and there. We get down there and meet up with this friends, one goes "There she is!!" And runs up to me like a puppy dog lol. Everyone "heard so much about you!!" I'm sure ya'll knows how that feels, I felt so special. We ate and left, because Bear got sick. He almost passed out and I was literally holding one arm and had one around his waist, rules be damned. He was better after we ate though. We went out on the strip with his friends and it was amazing. <br />
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Friday and Saturday we just together as much as possible. Went to some tourist attractions, him and his buddy shot at a gun shop. It was a great weekend. When he dropped me off I wanted to die. He was still sick and it killed me to leave him like that :( But his friend is sending me updates and keeping me informed. He promised to take care of Bear for me ♥ </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">I haven't gotten to talk to him yet, his phone won't be back on until Tuesday. But honestly the first day sucks!!!!! </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">PS I LOVE VEGAS :)</span></span></h6>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-10537898347430322082011-11-03T12:19:00.000-04:002011-11-03T12:19:46.235-04:00Vegas Vegas Vegas VegasI'm leaving for Vegas in exactly 6 days!!!!! I have been counting down from 135 days so six is soooooo close I can't stand it! I'm staying with Bear from the 9-12 my flight leaves Vegas at 1 am on the 13 :( I'm so super excited to get to see him! He's been in the field for almost 3 weeks now, he finally comes back tomorrow, and I cannot wait to just get to talk to him again. So much has happened!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">EEk I hope he likes it, I also dyed my hair back dark for the ball, the other color had faded waaaay too much to even look decent. But anywho I gotta get to Chemistry! </div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-84996834355450661732011-10-21T09:43:00.000-04:002011-10-21T09:43:10.236-04:00Meet up!So today sometime around noon I get to FINALLY meet the one, the only, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/fatehappens.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Jessikuh</a><br />
Words cannot describe how excited I am! She is one of my first followers, we "met" a year and a half ago! She was from Knoxville and we started texting and she's one of the only people that I go to for reliable relationship advice haha. We're both so alike when it comes to that stuff, I know she won't steer me wrong. We even go to the same school, weird right?? I can't believe we haven't met up on campus before, I mean I know our campus is huge but dang!! I'm going to see her after I meet up with my Social Work advisor.<br />
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Oh yeah, I switched majors :) Social work feels right, but weirdest part is, my advisor shares first names with my Bear. >.< My life lol<br />
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So to end, I'M SO EXCITEDAND I'M TAKING PICTURES!! Haha Jessikuh be prepared :)))) MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-64310043600817197912011-10-18T01:02:00.002-04:002011-10-18T01:02:44.466-04:00You're perfect50 Things You Need To Give Up Today<br />
Give up trying to be perfect. – The real world doesn’t reward perfectionists, it rewards people who get things done. <br />
Give up comparing yourself to others. – The only person you are competing against is yourself.<br />
Give up dwelling on the past or worrying too much about the future. – Right now is the only moment guaranteed to you. Right now is life. Don’t miss it.<br />
Give up complaining. – Do something about it.<br />
Give up holding grudges. – Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness.<br />
Give up waiting. – What we don’t start today won’t be finished by tomorrow. Knowledge and intelligence are both useless without action.<br />
Give up lying. – In the long-run the truth always reveals itself. Either you own up to your actions or your actions will ultimately own you.<br />
Give up trying to avoid mistakes. – The only mistake that can truly hurt you is choosing to do nothing simply because you’re too scared to make a mistake.<br />
Give up saying, “I can’t.” – As Henry Ford put it, “Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you are right.”<br />
Give up trying to be everything to everyone. – Making one person smile can change the world. Maybe not the whole world, but their world. Start small. Start now.<br />
Give up thinking you’re not ready. – Nobody ever feels 100% ready when an opportunity arises. Because most great opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort zones, which means we won’t feel totally comfortable at first.<br />
Give up setting small goals for yourself. – Many people set small goals because they’re afraid to fail. Ironically, setting these small goals is what makes them fail.<br />
Give up trying to do everything by yourself. – You are the sum of the people you spend the most time with. If you work together, you will be far more capable and powerful than you ever could have been alone.<br />
Give up buying things you don’t need. – Manage your money wisely so your money does not manage you. Do not spend to impress others. Do not live life trying to fool yourself into thinking wealth is measured in material objects. <br />
Give up blaming others for your troubles. – The extent to which you can live your dream life depends on the extent to which you take responsibility for your life. When you blame others for what you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give others power over that part of your life.<br />
Give up making mountains out of molehills. – One way to check if something is worth mulling over is to ask yourself this question: “Will this matter in one year’s time? Three years? Five years? If not, then it’s not worth worrying about.<br />
Give up trying to live up to the expectations of others. – Work on it for real and exceed your own expectations. Everything else will fall into place.<br />
Give up the ‘easy street’ mentality. – There is too much emphasis on finding a ‘quick fix’ in today’s society. For example taking diet pills to lose weight instead of exercising and eating well. No amount of magic fairy dust replaces diligent, focused, hard work.<br />
Give up making promises you can’t keep. – Don’t over-promise. Over-deliver on everything you do.<br />
Give up letting your thoughts and feelings bottle up inside. – People are not mind readers. They will never know how you feel unless you tell them.<br />
Give up beating around the bush. – Say what you mean and mean what you say. Communicate effectively.<br />
Give up avoiding change. – However good or bad a situation is now, it will change. That’s the one thing you can count on. So embrace change and realize that change happens for a reason. It won’t always be easy or obvious at first, but in the end it will be worth it.<br />
Give up your sense of entitlement. – Nobody is entitled to anything in this world. We are all equal. We breathe the same air. We get what we give. We get what we earn.<br />
Give up waiting until the last minute. – Those who fail to plan, plan to fail.<br />
Give up being dramatic. – Stay out of other people’s drama and don’t needlessly create your own.<br />
Give up being anti-athletic. – Get your body moving! Simply take a long, relaxing walk or commit 30 minutes to an at-home exercise program like the P90X workout.<br />
Give up junk food. – You are what you eat.<br />
Give up eating as a means of entertainment. – Don’t eat when you’re bored. Eat when you’re hungry.<br />
Give up foolish habits that you know are foolish. – Don’t text and drive. Don’t drink and drive. Don’t smoke. Etc.<br />
Give up relationships with people who bring you down. – Saying “no” to right people gives you the time and resources required to say “yes” to right opportunities. Spend time with nice people who are smart, driven and likeminded.<br />
Give up being shy. – Network with people. Meet new people. Ask questions. Introduce yourself.<br />
Give up worrying about what others think of you. – Unless you’re trying to make a great first impression (job interview, first date, etc.), don’t let the opinions of others stand in your way. What they think and say about you isn’t important. What is important is how you feel about yourself.<br />
Give up trying to control everything. – Life is an unpredictable phenomenon. No matter how good or bad things seem right now, we can never be 100% certain what will happen next. So do you best with what’s in front of you and leave the rest to the powers above you.<br />
Give up doing the same thing over and over again. – In order to grow, you must expand your horizons and break free of your comfort zone. If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting.<br />
Give up following the path of least resistance. – Life is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something worthwhile. Don’t find the easy way out. Do something extraordinary.<br />
Give up persistent multi-tasking. – Do one thing at a time and do it right.<br />
Give up thinking others are luckier than you. – The harder you work, the luckier you will become.<br />
Give up filling every waking moment with commitments and activities. – It’s okay to be alone. It’s okay to do nothing sometimes. Think. Relax. Breathe. Be.<br />
Give up making emotional decisions. – Don’t let your emotions trump your intelligence. Slow down and think things through before you make any life-changing decisions.<br />
Give up doing the wrong things just because you can get away with it. – Just because you can get away with something doesn’t mean you should do it. Think bigger. Keep the end in mind. Do what you know in your heart is right.<br />
Give up focusing on what you don’t want to happen. – Focus on what you do want to happen. Positive thinking is at the forefront of every great success story. If you awake every morning with the thought that something wonderful will happen in your life today, and you pay close attention, you’ll often find that you’re right.<br />
Give up taking yourself so seriously. – Few others do anyway. So enjoy yourself and have a little fun while you can.<br />
Give up spending your life working in a career field you’re not passionate about. – Life is too short for such nonsense. The right career choice is based on one key point: Finding hard work you love doing. So if you catch yourself working hard and loving every minute of it, don’t stop. You’re on to something big. Because hard work ain’t hard when you concentrate on your passions.<br />
Give up thinking about the things you don’t have. – Appreciate everything you do have. Many people aren’t so lucky.<br />
Give up doubting others. – People who are determined do remarkable things. Remember, the one who says it can’t be done should never interrupt the one doing it.<br />
Give up fussing with every beauty product on the market. – Good looks attracts the eyes. Personality attracts the heart. Be proud to be you. That’s when you’re beautiful.<br />
Give up trying to fit in. – Don’t mold yourself into someone you’re not. Be yourself. Oftentimes, the only reason they want you to fit in is that once you do they can ignore you and go about their business.<br />
Give up trying to be different for the sake of being different. – Nonconformity for the sake of nonconformity is conformity. When people try too hard to be different, they usually end up being just like everyone else who is trying to be different. Once again, be yourself.<br />
Give up trying to avoid risk. – There’s no such thing as ‘risk free.’ Everything you do or don’t do has an inherent risk.<br />
Give up putting your own needs on the back burner. – Yes, help others, but help yourself too. If there was ever a moment to follow your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now.<br />
And remember, mistakes make us human, failures help us grow, hope keeps us going and love is the reason we’re alive. So keep learning, loving and living. Never give up on yourself.MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-26024701625675188132011-10-10T14:41:00.000-04:002011-10-10T14:41:00.093-04:00Love Don't RunThat song has been on constant replay this weekend in my head! That and Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift.<br />
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I have a Chemistry Exam tomorrow...I should probably be studying to be honest with you. But I have archaeology homework to do as well. We have to write a research paper and I don't even know what I want to write about. :/<br />
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The lovely Jessikuh has made me a new bloggy back ground!! I'm completely in love with it, I keep refreshing my page to look at it :)<br />
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My Bear is out in the field for the next gazillion days. Not really but it feels like it. They're dividing 18 days up into segments. How the heck does that make any kind of sense? Just do the straight 18 days, don't tease me with a weekend off every now and then.<br />
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Bear's been weird lately :/ Before the field we hardly talked for the entire week leading up to it, and I know that he was probably busier than crap but he always found time to talk to me before. Now it's just blah.<br />
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One of the main reasons I can't wait until Vegas?? Which is in 30 days!!!!! I'm going to play a prank on my mommy :)) It's going to have something to do with a chapel and a dress ;)MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-33855135781494250952011-10-06T11:16:00.001-04:002011-10-07T23:02:38.526-04:00Ball newsIt's been a while. But school is going slightly better, I'm doing my homework now. But I have bigger and better news :)))<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I BOUGHT MY VEGAS TICKET MONDAY!!!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">and</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I GOT A DRESS LAST NIGHT!!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's not the best picture, I still have somethings to work on before the Ball, but my friend was talking to me last night, walks over to her closet and gets this dress out. She was like well I don't need it right now. It's brand new!!! And I get to wear it??!! Buck yeah! I love it, it's the style I wanted for my prom dress but never got because I fell in love with my dress lol. I've decided to get my nails done, but makeup and hair is going to be super simple. I'm going to work my natural curls and do something spectacular with them?? Lol That and I get to take a shower right before hand so it all works out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ummmm what else??? Oh I'm in love with Tumblr. Here are some pictures I hope they make you smile!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTPbUamQ9f4pbiB1kme9RkXULLcb900I9P3N4hO74CbqvvhhO8QCdvZByQOavY3J8-D0SBzStksIly-sj_wfpua4pYHtsMWm8roRlWPtXzURfALKvP2DpE_Nlpzj1j2SaR6O20LAa6RcQ/s1600/tumblr_lrbpisy3iU1qaaowno1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTPbUamQ9f4pbiB1kme9RkXULLcb900I9P3N4hO74CbqvvhhO8QCdvZByQOavY3J8-D0SBzStksIly-sj_wfpua4pYHtsMWm8roRlWPtXzURfALKvP2DpE_Nlpzj1j2SaR6O20LAa6RcQ/s320/tumblr_lrbpisy3iU1qaaowno1_500.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvy41OWy4ZB0uyIK5pHOMyXPQiIYJV_2zgwET7PoXgV4iUC6xSehLgiSBAAvr0mAIjG28MNc1J89L2v9zUdaYQZ02sK6sywnRxWKFfLQG9yDSVJnbSKTW_rehAd2k-SH3uL__6xmZryp7-/s1600/Some.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvy41OWy4ZB0uyIK5pHOMyXPQiIYJV_2zgwET7PoXgV4iUC6xSehLgiSBAAvr0mAIjG28MNc1J89L2v9zUdaYQZ02sK6sywnRxWKFfLQG9yDSVJnbSKTW_rehAd2k-SH3uL__6xmZryp7-/s1600/Some.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and ps, I'm doing a lot of blog redesign, and I've been asked to be a Maid of Honor, what do I do as a Maid of Honor???</div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-49155328946626691872011-09-21T15:56:00.000-04:002011-09-21T15:56:17.659-04:00PerfectSomething I'm not. Something I wish I was. I'm struggling so bad in my Calculus and Chemistry classes. I don't think I'm cut out for Nursing, I have so many doubts about myself and what I can handle. I want to switch my major to Social Work, but I don't want to be called a quitter. I feel stupid in my classes because I don't understand and everyone around me does. I just don't know. I feel like I'm letting everyone downMJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-22076592482094356692011-09-02T09:58:00.000-04:002011-09-02T09:58:19.574-04:00Eight Fears and Seven Wants<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hFJfeWPRmpBR7gUHdkI0INttCfBjbC-RmXrG3Ssswj84rFplArj5RlZLPOIsG9DRQPoeazoGHjG7g4qBv1MoIvB5Z82NDJVhrOsAM5Md3mAFWCJl6o8FBc6GrCe7sa7QTAE4ik9nyIBT/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hFJfeWPRmpBR7gUHdkI0INttCfBjbC-RmXrG3Ssswj84rFplArj5RlZLPOIsG9DRQPoeazoGHjG7g4qBv1MoIvB5Z82NDJVhrOsAM5Md3mAFWCJl6o8FBc6GrCe7sa7QTAE4ik9nyIBT/s1600/10.jpg" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eight Fears:</div><ol><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Being married and getting those knocks on the door</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Being engaged and getting a phone call from his mom </div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Getting married. Period.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Being a mom</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Being hypocritical</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Being alone</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Walking alone at night when there are reports of a guy attacking people wearing a clown mask and carrying a baseball bat. This is currently happening.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Being late to the airport</div></li>
</ol><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seven Wants</div><ol><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trampoline</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Plane ticket</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trip to Colorado</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Live in Scotland</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To be in bed right now</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fall!!!!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">November <3</div></li>
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9 Loves:<br />
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<ol><li>Cool Fall days</li>
<li>Cuddling :)</li>
<li>Curious puppies</li>
<li>Baby laughs</li>
<li>My Mister of course</li>
<li>Supportive Family</li>
<li>The love of my God</li>
<li>The salvation of my God</li>
<li>Bargain Shopping</li>
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10 Secrets<br />
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<ol><li>I make fun of people in my head all day.</li>
<li>I don't like short shorts</li>
<li>I think the majority of girls are skanks</li>
<li>23 months until Mr gets outta the Corps</li>
<li>I'm excited for that ^^</li>
<li>I'm afraid to tell Mr that I might not be able to go to Vegas, no ticket money</li>
<li>I hang up on people at Papa Johns when I cant understand them</li>
<li>I'm a closet baby doll enthusiast lol it's sad</li>
<li>I think my laptop is broken</li>
<li>Blogger frustrates me -.-</li>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> "SO I'm not naming any names, but for the record, my FIANCE not BOYFRIEND does NOT whore around behind my back. I'm sorry if my relationship offends you because it's not with a guy I'm constantly in fear of getting pregnant with. I don't know where you got your facts wrong, but before you call me out make sure you get my last name right, it's PETERS not PETTERS. Pfft silly little girl." And my Second reply was, "Before you talk about how he whores around talk to his mama (Lori Robinson) about how she raised him, and then talk to his brother (Djizzle Davis) about how he's an example of fidelity, and then talk to him, you know, my fiance, Matthew about your opinions about him. You are NOT bringing lies into this argument."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I know, I had two replies...But what his mama said really made me feel better, </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"<span data-jsid="text">Yes, it would tear both him and DJ apart to cheat. I taught them both, that "you have to live with the choices you make in this life, can you get up every morning and look yourself in the face, and say I like the person I am today and the choices I have made that got me here?" I know he would never cheat on you, I remember what it was like when he thought he lost you forever (my fault, and I can never apologize enough) I remember his depression, his tears, his heartbreak, I know he never wants to feel that again. He can't even handle it when he thinks you're mad at him, he's not perfect by any means, but he truly loves you, and would die to protect you. What you two have is what everyone wants, it's rare and beautiful. No, it's not always gonna be roses, but it is true and genuine. Your love for him is just as true, I see that, I feel that,and I know you were meant for my son. I thank God everyday, that he brought you back into his life, and that one day you will become his wife, to stand at his side, as his equal partner in good times as well as bad. I love you MJ as my daughter, and you know how hard it is for me to trust anyone and let them in, but my arms are wide open for you as one of my own."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><span data-jsid="text">"I don't always like you, but not once have I stopped loving you" </span></div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><span data-jsid="text">And I believe that's true for everyone, if we always liked the person we lived with there would be no excitement, no adventure. So, "haters gonna hate" but I'm gonna live my life, with my fiance and not feel the need for a back up plan :) I have my life, and she's gonna have hers. </span></div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><span data-jsid="text">So that's my summer, crazy, eventful, and dramatic as all hell. </span></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-61916684918268162552011-08-12T09:52:00.002-04:002011-08-12T10:18:27.918-04:00Synopsis of a Summer- part 1Good Lord this summer has been...dramatic to say the least. Can I first say, how absolutely GLAD I am not to be in high school anymore? I can? Okay good because I am! I am so happy I'm not in high school with little girls who like to start drama. But to tell that story I have to start at the beginning. Of the summer that is.
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<br />May 31- MOVE IN DAY!!! Fun times fun times :)) NOT. First, housing lost the list of names for the program that I'm in, so we had to be manually put into the system. As if that's not annoying enough, we randomly got stuck with people. Wouldn't it just be my luck if I got put with the girl that I had two years ago, the one that we both dislike each other? Yeah that was my thought right before this "Okay so she will be in room *** with MJ? Alright thanks!" Yeah. My life right?
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<br />Anywho, we went up to the room, my mom helped me move in :)) Yeah, my mother's amazing, I know :) My roomie hid out in her horsey friends room the whole time I was unpacking and only came back when I was gone, mature right?
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<br />So. For about a day and a half we just studiously ignored one another and went about our lives. Until the day of Orientation. June 1st. This little witchy Roomie kept turning the A/C off when I was out of the room because "she gets cold" easily. Bull snot. She knows I get hot easily and wanted to make it miserable for me. Well in order to do this on this particular instance she decided to move my things off of the A/C to get to it. WHOA BACK UP. Touching my things?? When I'm not even in the room??? Who died and made her room mother? So I confronted her about that. She tried to play it off as me being childish, I said "No, it's not childish to want my things left alone in my own room. If this happens again I'm going to someone about it."
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<br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Little did I or anyone else know, she had been running to her mommy every night and talking about how threatened she felt by me, and so on and so forth. My first clue should have been how she treated Mr when he was home. As if he weren't there, in the room with us. I mean I just passed it off as rude. But apparently that threatened her and all of this other bunk. Whatever, she switched rooms and it's just whatever at that point. That brings us all the way through mid July, yes this is how long this drama played out, pathetic I know. </span></div>
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<br /><div align="left">So she left, for good. Left the program in a mess, left the director in trouble (which really pisses me off but that's a different story), and as the final topper, decides two weeks later to try and start stuff with me. She, Horse Friend, and their friend Nympho *(I love my nicknames for these people)* told a really good friend that I had been talking about her behind her back. Which I hadn't, and when friend texted me like wtf I was like "Oh HECK NO" and...I feel this post is long enough, part 2 coming soon</div>
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<br /><div align="left">ps how would you have handled the situations?</div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-57211657502863638822011-08-09T00:01:00.003-04:002011-08-09T00:05:44.815-04:00Isn't it ironic?<div>He thinks I'm the strongest girl in the world. He doesn't think twice about asking me to be strong for both of us, because he just doesn't know. He tells me that it's so hard for him to be away, and yes, I can understand that. But he doesn't understand that it's hard for me too. </div><div> </div><div align="left">I had a friend tell me today that she doesn't think she could ever handle being with someone in the military. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"You miss him all of the time, and you cry. I don't think I could do that MJ. You almost cried last night when you got to see him on Skype, I'm surprised you didn't."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm surprised I didn't too. I wanted to. His friend called me on Skype and Mr was in the room with him and I was like it's my baby!!! I got so happy, and I started to shake and everything. I know that most of y'all know what I mean when I talk about this. It's just so hard to be strong for two people :/ </div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-89194174645316658802011-08-06T14:24:00.008-04:002011-08-08T09:08:57.905-04:00You can call me God mommy :))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFV00bO6j1-Aw963_yJpeDBTk-uG85GXcv4yidUcwrSEPKsskKVEXk3g8cXfJ5bFTRCa4rxbrbB_UhBJGc7u_Sdwr98QUYCmTRk-0FMFP6tKES5SbcJ1q6Hs_Avu4PtfKWuzL67bFER_e1/s1600/Mommy+and+SApph.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637812609558423954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFV00bO6j1-Aw963_yJpeDBTk-uG85GXcv4yidUcwrSEPKsskKVEXk3g8cXfJ5bFTRCa4rxbrbB_UhBJGc7u_Sdwr98QUYCmTRk-0FMFP6tKES5SbcJ1q6Hs_Avu4PtfKWuzL67bFER_e1/s320/Mommy+and+SApph.jpg" /></a>
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<br />MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-25369279199408471742011-08-01T10:19:00.003-04:002011-08-01T10:30:49.625-04:00Playing Catch Up<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTUPMGD60YhUOJrFsWxV1bdXruMjOqQPk0-3F1tdGysyQ6i02RwxIu35USq73vL_9jU-2EkXKyelIv1rBeOLjBq98mapLJyuY4joql5RscOueWQxEWGG-xhLvRv-Xv-SK5UM3fgPvkK8z/s1600/Sapph.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635892868729157346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTUPMGD60YhUOJrFsWxV1bdXruMjOqQPk0-3F1tdGysyQ6i02RwxIu35USq73vL_9jU-2EkXKyelIv1rBeOLjBq98mapLJyuY4joql5RscOueWQxEWGG-xhLvRv-Xv-SK5UM3fgPvkK8z/s320/Sapph.jpg" /></a> Sometimes we like to sleep in our waterbowls...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlRyVZ4psda7mEbQccEmplutCDOr7SY0KohvMcj7J6KYGyggL6oxwO71C8YFw4IxnRWJa8xWHIpJKA6aB89x-PAe7OeVLnv7LjTDIBeANgPHxgT1fD_l9CMZtZ5QFysRr4kpAMv06wG_R/s1600/Sapphy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635892866306053410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlRyVZ4psda7mEbQccEmplutCDOr7SY0KohvMcj7J6KYGyggL6oxwO71C8YFw4IxnRWJa8xWHIpJKA6aB89x-PAe7OeVLnv7LjTDIBeANgPHxgT1fD_l9CMZtZ5QFysRr4kpAMv06wG_R/s320/Sapphy.jpg" /></a> This is our puppy Sapphire :)) She's part boxer, lab, and husky :)) She's 8 weeks old and HUGEEE!! She's also the sweetest puppy. Ever. Mr and I are in love with her, he pretty much gets daily picture of her and I hate living on campus away from her! When I went home this past weekend she freaked out when she saw me and her little tail was wagging like crazy :))<br /><br />Hmmm what else is going on? Ohhh I need a co-signer for my student loan :/ Mr can't do it because spouses can't be co-signers for each other, my parents can't, and I just don't know who I'm gonna get to do it. :/ Funk funk funk.<br /><br />I got a second job at Papa Johns last week! I work only weekends, get paid every Monday, and it's pretty much my gas money. I need to save up for Vegas and this will help a ton. I have all kinds of insurance junk to worry about, so needless to say I'm pretty stressed.<br /><br />Haha sidenote, this girl in my Engliah 102 class has an Elmo voice. It cracks me up.<br /><br />Anywho, Mr got a new phone the other day! It's touch screen and he's just like "Uh...." about it. My poor non technological Marine. Ohh and he bought a truck yesterday! 2010 Silver Ford Ranger. It's only a 2 seater but we won't need more seats than that for a while so it's good for now :))<br /><br />I might be MIA for a bit, Finals are coming up and then Fall semseter starts. I'll do quick updates every now and then for you!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-32014508836548575192011-07-14T11:38:00.002-04:002011-07-14T11:41:28.626-04:00What's your song?<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZhQOvvV45w">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZhQOvvV45w</a><br /><br />I love this song! It keeps playing over and over in my head, I can't get enough of it! It's just too darn catchy I guess. Anywho this is my first time linking up so..Im not qutie sure how to get the video in the movie screen format thingy so it's rough and just a linky :)MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328708817365682733.post-51090686875645845212011-07-14T07:05:00.002-04:002011-07-14T07:32:45.866-04:00Well I've changedI've had quite a few old friends say this to me lately, "Why are you changing?" One asked why I was turning into a super b**** lately, another asked why I treat people like crap, and another just asked why I'd changed...I didn't know that I had? If we haven 't talked in months and you're suddenly texting me asking why I'm turning into a super B I feel like there's a problem with that conversation...but honestly the more I've thought about it, I changed. And it didn't happen overnight like everyone seems to think it has, it's been happening for a while now.<br /><br />My message? Yes, I have changed. I have gone from a girl who was unsure about herself and her life into a fairly independent semi-adult. I use the words semi and fairly because I'm not there yet. I still have a lot of living left to do. Maybe I've become a super B because my fiance was gone for six months and we got to talk a total of 8-10 times. Maybe I've changed because in the last year and almost 8 months I've been through more than I thought I was getting myself into, and it overwhelmed me. Maybe if you had stuck around and listenend more to what I had to say I wouldn't have gotten a facebook message from you wondering where our friendship went. I don't have time to be friends with people who are "sometimes" friends. My life is moving pretty fast, and I need to know that my friends aren't going to bail when it become inconvenient to them. And I think I've found those friends. So, yes. I have changed, get used to it.MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357611041601315465noreply@blogger.com2