<?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-3662067632432964213</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:02:31.926-08:00</updated><category term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Tetelestai</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12546007595425041971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0uxefIF2OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eqt4K-jpKF0/S220/l_2d1184d9c370442882e0fed03fc44573.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662067632432964213.post-8134675352416123982</id><published>2010-01-13T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:59:58.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH seriously I just have to vent. I am so sick of everything and everyone, I feel like it's all just one big lie. I am trying to stay positive and see the good in everyone but it's like how can I trust anyone or anything when my gut instinct tells me not to. It's not that I want to stop caring but it's like this is some serious bullshit... I'm done being strung along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aslkj falisjdfipoajsuajwerkj ;ljajeriupoiusfas;lkjf ;ljs f. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation, like right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662067632432964213-8134675352416123982?l=maamaabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8134675352416123982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/8134675352416123982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/8134675352416123982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12546007595425041971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0uxefIF2OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eqt4K-jpKF0/S220/l_2d1184d9c370442882e0fed03fc44573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662067632432964213.post-6415826518915735201</id><published>2010-01-11T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:24:42.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bahahaha I just have to share this with my own little blogging world, this one goes out to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabcast! &lt;a href="http://www.gabcast.com/index.php?a=episodes&amp;b=play&amp;id=24979&amp;cast=106317" target="_BLANK"&gt;Because Of You #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="150" height="76" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/mp3player.swf?file=http://www.gabcast.com/casts/24979/episodes/1227085125.mp3&amp;config=http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/config.php?ini=mini.0.l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/mp3player.swf?file=http://www.gabcast.com/casts/24979/episodes/1227085125.mp3&amp;config=http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/config.php?ini=mini.0.l" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="150" height="76" name="mp3player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662067632432964213-6415826518915735201?l=maamaabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6415826518915735201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/bahahaha-i-just-have-to-share-this-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/6415826518915735201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/6415826518915735201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/bahahaha-i-just-have-to-share-this-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12546007595425041971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0uxefIF2OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eqt4K-jpKF0/S220/l_2d1184d9c370442882e0fed03fc44573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662067632432964213.post-5859723580337726999</id><published>2010-01-10T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T06:49:05.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;good morning&lt;/span&gt;..... last night was amazing. Worked my ass off yesterday then had a couple blue moons with my aunt and watched fear, then a movie from the 30's. Her house is so quaint and nice and relaxing. I took a shower because I was all dirty and gross from working in the church all day and the soap she let me use I am officially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with. It's called sugared spruce by a company called Noel, apparently you can get them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maxx&lt;/span&gt;.... hells to the yea, made me feel like a brand new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided if you feel like something is wrong in your heart or your intuition, its going to be. I'm just really sick of lame excuses from guys or how things change, its like something can be so awesome and exciting and dwindle into nothing like an amber going out. I know rejection hurts and I accept that but an adult male and an adult female need to be able to tell one another if their not feeling that person, me personally I would rather do it face to face if not at least the on phone (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; lame ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;) however I didn't have the chance to do that so I ended something last night that I really felt in my heart because I just had a feeling he wasn't a very good guy who has probably hurt a lot of people/girls, and I'd rather not waste anytime on that anymore because I'm getting my act together and I need family friends and potentially a man around me that builds me up and that I can build up, and to not have to question something so ridiculous like if he is going to call..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pathetic on my part and his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Whhaatteeevvveerrr&lt;/span&gt;..... another one bites the dust, it just made me sad because I really was hopeful, Oh well God will give me what I need, and I should only be trusting in that, not what I wish would/should happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And on that note I would like to share that gets me by is Peter 5;7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; do... YO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662067632432964213-5859723580337726999?l=maamaabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5859723580337726999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhhhhhhh-good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/5859723580337726999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/5859723580337726999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhhhhhhh-good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12546007595425041971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0uxefIF2OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eqt4K-jpKF0/S220/l_2d1184d9c370442882e0fed03fc44573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662067632432964213.post-4835072728746751802</id><published>2010-01-09T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:05:37.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a day that I Totally needed. I am at my Aunt and Uncles house in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Topeka&lt;/span&gt; helping out around the house working and it is really a great escape. I feel like I am actually accomplishing something on top of being around people that are here for me and can talk me through some of the things I am handling and going through right now. Blessing in disguise? I don't think so, this was all already planned in my book. This is all the great I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now back to work, this was a nice little break. Oh and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. My uncle has the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bombbbbbbbbbb&lt;/span&gt; computer screen ever, its like I'm typing on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; screen. COOL BEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt; he just said this is a television screen... a great man once told me " its a thirty two inch for the visually impaired &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... someday the VA will get his &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;perscription &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; right" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; spent.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662067632432964213-4835072728746751802?l=maamaabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4835072728746751802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-day-that-i-totally-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/4835072728746751802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/4835072728746751802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-day-that-i-totally-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12546007595425041971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0uxefIF2OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eqt4K-jpKF0/S220/l_2d1184d9c370442882e0fed03fc44573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662067632432964213.post-7219974459551088581</id><published>2010-01-08T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:43:19.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>First of hopefully many.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0d8QlC2G-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yVaEyQxb7s0/s1600-h/m_b5c7a4a03b1ce1d3357e93e4a389d034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424440900454849506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0d8QlC2G-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yVaEyQxb7s0/s200/m_b5c7a4a03b1ce1d3357e93e4a389d034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well well well... here I am talking to myself about things I don't even think I am sure about. I hate this first feeling of doubt when I start to type, because when I am halfway through a sentence I stop and question if I even want to finish the thought. Then backspace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I figure this is a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outlet&lt;/span&gt;. One that I probably need more than anything else right now in my life. Because as of now, life isn't going so great. See here I go again. After typing that I think to myself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jill&lt;/span&gt; really? There are so many more people worse off then me that I should suck it up and quit bitching. This is true, but at the same time, that doesn't take away the fact that I'm just not happy. And I'm sick of pretending that I am because my own self tells me I shouldn't be and to just bury the discontent. But what good will that do? Hasn't been working thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I screwed up. I screwed up big time. And I know I can fix this, and to just consider it a break, but how I feel about it and my confidence changes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; going to put my nose to the grindstone and work my little ass off... I feel like a mental case talking to myself on this thing. Maybe my next blog can be about something, instead of just me and my psychosis I have currently ... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ehm&lt;/span&gt; anyway...I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; blame it on watching Girl, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Interrupted&lt;/span&gt; last night with my good friend Karly. Its really hard for me to open up to people because I firstly always assume that when I talk they don't care about what I'm saying so its a lost cause at the start. Sad I know. So I just listen to others peoples problems and then become a doormat. But I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; it that way because then people can't get too close. cliche cliche cliche, but seriously true in my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never felt more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eeemmoo&lt;/span&gt; in my life. But it feels good to get it out and on paper. or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; enough for now, gotta keep it interesting... or suspenseful for all of my readers out there (cough cough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to vow (I'm sure everyone says this bullshit) to write &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every other&lt;/span&gt; day for my own benefit... but who knows maybe I'll become a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; geek and do it all the time. Scratch that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smartphone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662067632432964213-7219974459551088581?l=maamaabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7219974459551088581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-of-hopefully-many.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/7219974459551088581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662067632432964213/posts/default/7219974459551088581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maamaabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-of-hopefully-many.html' title='First of hopefully many.'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12546007595425041971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0uxefIF2OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eqt4K-jpKF0/S220/l_2d1184d9c370442882e0fed03fc44573.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O96eQY2_EFQ/S0d8QlC2G-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yVaEyQxb7s0/s72-c/m_b5c7a4a03b1ce1d3357e93e4a389d034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
