<?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-64911895813626070</id><updated>2012-01-16T19:34:53.758-06:00</updated><category term='Arkansas'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='Rosey'/><category term='Cat'/><category term='Snowday'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Inadequate Boundaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3742219138127348848</id><published>2011-06-02T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:05:31.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>I feel like i'm waiting for something... though i'm not sure what i'm waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im waiting for something to spark out of my fingertips; magical words that would make everything OK and logical... maybe i'm waiting for a tiny voice to whisper into my ear the path i should take to carve out my future, but lets be honest, I would take all the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading books, listening to great music, spending time with awesome friends, enjoying summer, doing well in classes. I have a comfortable and safe home, I have clothing on my back and food in my cabinets. Im having some of the best nights in my life and yet, i'm still waiting for... more? less? something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Have.No.Clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to start meditating... I would say; sell all of my materialistic chains and become a traveling gypsy... but thats not really logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm being selfish, needy, dramatic, complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue about that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose the great thing about waiting is.... that I have plenty of time to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3742219138127348848?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3742219138127348848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3742219138127348848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3742219138127348848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3742219138127348848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-8244894726980861323</id><published>2011-02-09T18:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:59:33.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arkansas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snowday'/><title type='text'>Snowplosion 2011!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attention: Arkansas has snow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of snow!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHdMEjhlwGM/TVMx_0f7tMI/AAAAAAAAANc/_8gYPxGwpGs/s1600/DSCN2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571852136481535170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHdMEjhlwGM/TVMx_0f7tMI/AAAAAAAAANc/_8gYPxGwpGs/s320/DSCN2543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvle_pqfgCk/TVMxr0HB_QI/AAAAAAAAANU/ozfLtK3spD0/s1600/DSCN2540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571851792779705602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvle_pqfgCk/TVMxr0HB_QI/AAAAAAAAANU/ozfLtK3spD0/s320/DSCN2540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTSoabU2y7g/TVMxYfqDC0I/AAAAAAAAANM/mu8hSZRGhFc/s1600/DSCN2537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571851460871916354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTSoabU2y7g/TVMxYfqDC0I/AAAAAAAAANM/mu8hSZRGhFc/s320/DSCN2537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As of 12:30 this afternoon we had 5 inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571851000488150834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAzRKX9ujeA/TVMw9smARzI/AAAAAAAAANE/-S4mlhwgD9U/s320/DSCN2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nA40JfZEn5M/TVMwiUcReBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jacSFoQmGVo/s1600/DSCN2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571850530148415506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nA40JfZEn5M/TVMwiUcReBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jacSFoQmGVo/s320/DSCN2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7bLv8lUU-A/TVMwOLC8qeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HdXD3CF5CPY/s1600/DSCN2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571850184028891618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7bLv8lUU-A/TVMwOLC8qeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HdXD3CF5CPY/s320/DSCN2532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1maNK6DOIOg/TVMv947kxzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SK08hQeFUzU/s1600/DSCN2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rare treat for us here in central Arkansas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Snow for us means: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- campus/schools close (sometimes before it even starts snowing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- work closes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- everyone &amp;amp; their grandmother goes to Walmart and stocks up on milk,eggs, and bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- compiling a stash of movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-making sure you have a surplus of clean PJs available!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes it's just nice to go outside and listen to the silence of the snow... and as annoying as it may be sometimes, it's nice to be forced by such a compelling act of nature to slow down, relax, rest, and enjoy some time with friends and family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Classes have already been canceled for tomorrow; so I plan on staying up late tonight and starting season 2 of How I Met Your Mother, sleeping in tomorrow morning, and making cinnamon buns for breakfast. That's as far as I've gotten on the plans for snow day #2... and I'm OK with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aint' no day like a snow day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-8244894726980861323?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8244894726980861323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=8244894726980861323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/8244894726980861323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/8244894726980861323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowplosion-2011.html' title='Snowplosion 2011!!'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHdMEjhlwGM/TVMx_0f7tMI/AAAAAAAAANc/_8gYPxGwpGs/s72-c/DSCN2543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-7527162893261404890</id><published>2011-01-11T17:02:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:30:48.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><title type='text'>Meet Rosey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzj0q96p6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/MqwyqOO5-Cc/s1600/kittylove9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561070133922408354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzj0q96p6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/MqwyqOO5-Cc/s320/kittylove9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Name: Rosey&lt;br /&gt;Age: 4&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food: Indoor cat formula (Purina), I also enjoy the occasional Fancy Feast salmon meal and Pounce moist Caribbean catch cat treats but I'm watching my figure so I try to not indulge too much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzjpd9i2ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/z3R83FcNKec/s1600/kittylove6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069941452626322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzjpd9i2ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/z3R83FcNKec/s320/kittylove6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - My favorite subject to read about is Geography.. I enjoy learning about all the places that exist outside my cute little house that I share with my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzjSZVmNZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KxFWfrm4wHc/s1600/kittylove5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzjJXK2qpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ud33_4NgRjc/s1600/kittylove8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069389873588882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzjJXK2qpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ud33_4NgRjc/s320/kittylove8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I REALLY enjoy napping... especially on soft blankets mom leaves out on the couch for me.. sometimes you just gotta stretch out and catch some ZZzzzzs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzjENOO2_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/f1ptu9xYghc/s1600/kittylove7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069301304056818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzjENOO2_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/f1ptu9xYghc/s320/kittylove7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite blanket belongs to my mommy, it was a birthday gift from one of her friends but mom usually shares it with me... she knows its my favorite =-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzi9kAqOkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dm17JL7UPNQ/s1600/kittylove5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069187162061378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzi9kAqOkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dm17JL7UPNQ/s320/kittylove5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes mom will take naps with me, but she can be a cover hog... but i still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzi4572iHI/AAAAAAAAALw/3NT10hDtvRE/s1600/kittylove4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069107148130418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzi4572iHI/AAAAAAAAALw/3NT10hDtvRE/s320/kittylove4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like it when mom is on the computer, sometimes i can trick her into letting me curl up and rest my head in her hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzite-sDgI/AAAAAAAAALo/EPWOXw_S8RU/s1600/kittylove3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561068910933708290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzite-sDgI/AAAAAAAAALo/EPWOXw_S8RU/s320/kittylove3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's me and mom playing on the bed.. she likes to snap pictures when I'm not looking... she's tricky like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzilT3tw8I/AAAAAAAAALg/1MckpO87D98/s1600/kittylove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561068770512716738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzilT3tw8I/AAAAAAAAALg/1MckpO87D98/s320/kittylove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If mommy doesn't give me enough attention sometimes I have to demand it... but I don't think she minds too much ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzicD0OMjI/AAAAAAAAALY/ot4BfJiiChQ/s1600/kittylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561068611584274994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzicD0OMjI/AAAAAAAAALY/ot4BfJiiChQ/s320/kittylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At night time I like to cuddle up with mom in bed... its always nice and warm and she keeps extra blankets at the end of the bed for me.. I love her a lot... and I'm pretty sure she loves me =-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7527162893261404890?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7527162893261404890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7527162893261404890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7527162893261404890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7527162893261404890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-rosey.html' title='Meet Rosey!'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TSzj0q96p6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/MqwyqOO5-Cc/s72-c/kittylove9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-7840139651047579469</id><published>2011-01-06T18:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:24:40.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So this really is...</title><content type='html'>... goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems people, like seasons, seem to rotate in and out of my life constantly. &lt;br /&gt;With the holidays gone and life returning to normal, I'm left with a feeling of uncertainty that I've become familiar with. I've always had a general idea of what my purpose in life is, I've just never known whether I would be doing those things alone or with someone I love. &lt;br /&gt;... I think I've realized it doesn't really matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explaining to someone that despite how much you love them, you love yourself more... and in loving yourself you've realized whats best is to no longer be with that person, is heartbreaking. Dealing with the selfish feeling you're left with after that conversation is excruciating. I'm refusing to play the pity card and feel the deep grieving I so badly want to feel because I'm afraid of what it would do to my logical thinking. Never in my life have I so desperately NOT wanted to feel so sure about something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'll miss you like you're dead&lt;br /&gt;And find a way to grieve you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need to try and start again&lt;br /&gt;And your ghost will have to leave, Like a child would his mother&lt;br /&gt;Or a lover Who has to say goodbye"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7840139651047579469?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7840139651047579469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7840139651047579469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7840139651047579469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7840139651047579469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-this-is-goodbye.html' title='So this really is...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3172170634385865505</id><published>2010-10-21T18:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:48:55.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it." - Henry Ford</title><content type='html'>... I'm a horrible blogger. I'll admit that now. I dont do a great job at keeping up, time just doesnt allow it, i'm afraid. I'm the same way with planners and diaries/journals... I buy them with the best of intentions but time gets the best of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  I do however want to share some beautiful Arkansas Fall pictures. There are a lot of things about living in the 'Bible' belt South that can be frustrating at times, but the beautiful landscaping of this state is definitely not one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDP90R5jYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rKzYCLi1iRY/s1600/DSCN2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDP90R5jYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rKzYCLi1iRY/s320/DSCN2470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530649003323657602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDQTqZHDtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4omKpXGzoUE/s1600/DSCN2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDQTqZHDtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4omKpXGzoUE/s320/DSCN2482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530649378626670290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDQyPyscKI/AAAAAAAAALA/0QUgRaeCSlc/s1600/DSCN2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDQyPyscKI/AAAAAAAAALA/0QUgRaeCSlc/s320/DSCN2515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530649904062165154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDRJ8NStFI/AAAAAAAAALI/8m6wdMp_SCw/s1600/DSCN2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDRJ8NStFI/AAAAAAAAALI/8m6wdMp_SCw/s320/DSCN2456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530650311121876050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3172170634385865505?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3172170634385865505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3172170634385865505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3172170634385865505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3172170634385865505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-everything-seems-to-be-going.html' title='&quot;When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.&quot; - Henry Ford'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TMDP90R5jYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rKzYCLi1iRY/s72-c/DSCN2470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3255095573536329162</id><published>2010-08-23T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:16:05.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Goodbye// William Fitzsimmons</title><content type='html'>The thing never now, were you&lt;br /&gt;You're gone and I won't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;You left my love on the run&lt;br /&gt;And said that you were leaving&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And you won't come home again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss you like you're dead&lt;br /&gt;But I never got to grieve you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I saw you In the arms of someone else&lt;br /&gt;So your phantom follows me Like a child would his mother&lt;br /&gt;Or a lover who never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It's only saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And you thought I was happy&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely&lt;br /&gt;Had nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;And I heard that you moved on&lt;br /&gt;Found a brand new family&lt;br /&gt;And changed your married name&lt;br /&gt;And everything has changed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss you like you're dead&lt;br /&gt;And find a way to grieve you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need to try and start again&lt;br /&gt;And your ghost will have to leave, Like a child would his mother&lt;br /&gt;Or a lover Who has to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's always say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3255095573536329162?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3255095573536329162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3255095573536329162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3255095573536329162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3255095573536329162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-this-is-goodbye-william-fitzsimmons.html' title='So this is Goodbye// William Fitzsimmons'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3044790201108034273</id><published>2010-07-27T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:03:21.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a joyous thing, really...</title><content type='html'>... I have successfully worked a shift without ANY lower back pain and without the help of any pain meds!!! No sharp pains, no nausea because of my back hurting so much, no need to sit down to make it through the day... NOTHING!! What a glorious feeling!! I just want to kiss and hug my chiropractor to death!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over my X-rays yesterday and I was told that my spine looks great! No signs of arthritis and everything looked aligned properly, he said my spine has a perfect curve and the only problems he saw was in one of my lover vertebra, it was slightly tilted and he doesn't believe there is any reason it cant be corrected soon. What a blessing!! I can't even remember the last day i've gone without my back hurting while participating in daily activities! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm instructed to sit on ice 2-3 times a day to help the inflammation in the right side of my lower back and to do stretches 2-3 times a day. I have another appointment Thursday and I cant wait to tell him the good news! He's a miracle worker! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another happy note, my mister and I are headed to Branson next week!! I've been bugging him for WEEKS to give me some dates so we can go on a trip together before school starts. This will be the first time in the 16 months that we have been dating that we have done something ALONE. Any time we take a trip we always have family with us or Hayden. In fact, this will be the first time that we have ever spent an entire day without one of us working or going to school or having Hayden. I cant wait!!! As much as I love Hayden and our families and am grateful for a good job and the ability to receive an education... I CANT WAIT to have my mister all to myself. It is long overdue and desperately needed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall classes start in apprx one month and I am SOOOOOOO ready!! I am so excited to get back into the classroom and start on my final 2 years. I'll actually be taking classes that will benefit me in my career and I'll also be in the classroom every Friday observing! And honestly, I'm a bit excited about the fact that i'll only be working weekends! Due to my sporadic and hectic class schedule the next two years I'm only able to work Friday nights through Sunday mornings, thankfully God has provided (as He always does) enough extra money for me to be able to afford to do that... I've always worked 4-6 days a week + being in classes full time... it will be a nice relief and unless I start to get lazy or bored, I plan on sticking to the 3 day work schedule all semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized over the past few years of working 30 hours a week and going to school full time that it keeps me on track, it helps keep me motivated and I tend to do better in school (keeping a 3.7 GPA or above). I'm hoping the lax schedule this year wont hinder any of that motivation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's to the ending of summer rapidly approaching and to a new season of life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3044790201108034273?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3044790201108034273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3044790201108034273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3044790201108034273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3044790201108034273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-joyous-thing-really.html' title='It&apos;s a joyous thing, really...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-2670954358690858614</id><published>2010-07-12T11:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:20:12.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime and the livings easy...</title><content type='html'>Ohhh the joys of summer!! Sleeping in, watching movies into ungodly hours of the night, tanning, the lake, pool time, water parks, free time for reading, more time for friends and family, and best of all??? -- NO SCHOOL, NO HOMEWORK, and NO STUDYING!! w00t, w00t!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say there is only one month left of these glorious lazy days... I will miss getting to spend so much time at my new home with my mister and lil' stink pot. I am however, excited about getting into my last two years of school and my first block of education classes. It's both liberating and terrifying to think that I only have 2 years of school left until I will be pushed into the 'real' world and forced to interact with 'adults'.... blah. Maybe i'll just stay in school forever. Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I havent taken any awesome summer trips or gone to any cool countries these past two months... I went to Heber for the fourth of July with the mister and his mom and stink pot. We met up with my parents and a couple they are friends with. My parents rented out a 13 person cabin on the little red river with a pool literally in the front yard. It was a blast! Stink pot didn't get out of the pool for more then 20 minutes the WHOLE day! He's such a water baby!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOFJ1jBWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yne_cMeAV5g/s1600/hayden-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOFJ1jBWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yne_cMeAV5g/s320/hayden-water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493070020955276642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOPudd6QI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Zt09NNP4oHU/s1600/me-hayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOPudd6QI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Zt09NNP4oHU/s320/me-hayden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493070202585082114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOYur4cXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5BHw5bkBIP4/s1600/BJ-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOYur4cXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5BHw5bkBIP4/s320/BJ-me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493070357264363890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mister and me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOjSyO_aI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sHDtDoYNG-o/s1600/bunkhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOjSyO_aI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sHDtDoYNG-o/s320/bunkhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493070538753375650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunkhouse we stayed in, it was so comfy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-2670954358690858614?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2670954358690858614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=2670954358690858614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/2670954358690858614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/2670954358690858614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/summertime-and-livings-easy.html' title='Summertime and the livings easy...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/TDtOFJ1jBWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yne_cMeAV5g/s72-c/hayden-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-1916741876923987018</id><published>2010-04-17T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:59:09.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers... bring May movers!</title><content type='html'>Ya know, its not for the lack of something to say that I dont update this blog. It's quite to opposite really... I often have too much to say and don't know how to narrow it down or organize it in a way that would be worth you reading... if 'you' even really exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spring semester is winding down quickly and i'm welcoming it with open arms! This is my last semester of remedial courses and i just have 2 years left!! I'm so ready to graduate and have my own classroom!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other exciting news, the mister and I are moving in May!!! We found an adorable 2 bedroom house in Roland for us and the little munchkin... (who just turned 2 by the way!!) It's both exciting and a bit unnerving to be making such a large leap, in one sense its comforting to feel as though i have another person fighting on my side who lays his head next to me every night. I feel like for so long now i've been fighting the fight on my own... dealing with the stresses of work, school, family, friendships, bills, and money on my own... and its a comforting feeling knowing someone is there to share those stresses with me &amp; someone who is there to help relieve some of those stresses. On another hand its a bit scary to be making this leap... even though I love him as much as I do, it's a big leap that we're making and i'm sure this road will be bumpy at times but we have faith in our love and hopefully the common sense to know when we should keep our mouths shut. =-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure to put up some pics of our cute home when we get settled in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-1916741876923987018?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1916741876923987018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=1916741876923987018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1916741876923987018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1916741876923987018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-showers-bring-may-movers.html' title='April Showers... bring May movers!'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3666505495590438597</id><published>2010-01-17T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:27:34.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to update this popsicle stand..</title><content type='html'>Well hello there 2010... It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a lot of fun together this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to Minnesota for New Years was great, but there's no place like home... I must admit. It was wonderful to spend some quality time with my brother and his girl friend Allison... it was also comforting to spend time with friends from High School... which seems like such a long time ago... even though it wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2010 semester has commenced.. surprisingly well. I'm taking Concepts of Geometry (an education class), Cultural Anthropology, Teaching People Other Cultures, and an Integrated Science course (also an education class). My science class is already causing me to curse it silently... it seems to be making its way into my 'dread' list already; a list that I pride myself on keeping short. It's a Saturday morning class from 8:30am to 12:30pm and is followed by working 3-9pm which makes for one long day! I've never been a fan of Science, though I do find Earth Science and Biology extremely interesting. However, once you throw math into the mix, count me out please. I request much prayer for patience and understanding for this class!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life outside of work, school, and my mister is pretty much non-existent... I don't have much time for anything else. I find myself using my free time for crazy things like sleeping, eating, and doing laundry. I hate that I don't have more time for friends and family but I keep reminding myself this is something I HAVE to do and that one day it will pay off. Yes... pay off indeed... pay off by working long hours with screaming/hormonal preteens, dealing with over zealous administrators, and taking home not much more money than i make now as a part time waitress at a burger joint... I honestly cant wait. =-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in making new years resolutions but I will list some things i WONT do this year:&lt;br /&gt;* I wont diet or worry about my weight in any form.&lt;br /&gt;* I wont worry about others perceptions of me..... as much.&lt;br /&gt;* I wont dwell on a relationship that should have ended 2 years sooner than it did.&lt;br /&gt;* I wont spend more time interacting with the digital world than the real one.&lt;br /&gt;* I wont spend more time watching TV and/or Facebooking than I will studying/doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;* I wont limit my reading to only required text.. I wont feel bad indulging in mindless, pointless novels and murder mysteries. &lt;br /&gt;* I wont let anyone make me feel belittled or unimportant based on things that i'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to a bright future year that I hope is full of happiness, health, success, and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3666505495590438597?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3666505495590438597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3666505495590438597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3666505495590438597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3666505495590438597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-to-update-this-popsicle-stand.html' title='Time to update this popsicle stand..'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3205572722892669947</id><published>2009-12-12T19:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:31:47.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a warm... glass of hot chocolate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finals are OVER!!!!..... and I made it through alive!&lt;div&gt;It wasn't as bad as I had expected, just a rough couple days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is fast approaching... and I have nothing to do between now and January 11 besides work, rest, and enjoy time with my friends and family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last weekend we celebrated B.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Js&lt;/span&gt; (the mister) Christmas present by going to the Kansas City Chiefs vs. Denver Broncos NFL game in Kansas City, MO. He had never been to an NFL game so I thought it was a great gift idea. We were joined by his mom and step-dad who are huge Bronco fans as well. We got into KC about 10pm Saturday night and checked into our beautiful comfy hotel (we stayed at the Holiday Inn express across the highway from Arrowhead Stadium). The hotel was adorned with towering Christmas trees and window treatments. We were welcomed by a cozy lobby with comfortable furniture and a warm fire. After we settled into our room, we went down to the bar and had some drinks with fellow visiting Bronco fans, where we also (almost) witnessed a fight between an avid female Nebraska fan and an avid male Texan fan... luckily there was not fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We woke up Sunday morning and had a big (yet slightly disappointing) breakfast and Tawnya and I got our faces painted with Bronco heads... then while the boys made an emergency trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for batteries and ponchos to keep us dry from the possible rain and snow; Tawnya and I finished packing and putting on our game gear. We got our car packed and met up in the lobby to wait for the shuttle that took us to Arrowhead Stadium where the game commenced! ... As we knew they would, the Broncos stomped the Chiefs and we made it through the game without freezing to death!! My toes were a little numb but i made it through none the less. We left KC about 5 after stopping for a warm dinner and made it back into Little Rock about 11pm. It was a great trip and plans are being made for more games next season!! I'm hoping one of those games will be a Viking game!! (Fingers Crossed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here's to hoping everyone has a great Christmas and New Years! My mom and I will be traveling to Minnesota December 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; through January 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, my brothers girlfriend bought tickets for us as a Christmas present to my brother and we're keeping it a surprise!! It will be the first time in about 8 years that I have seen the winters snow of MN and I am overly excited!! It will be very cold but it will be BEAUTIFUL!!! (pictures will definitely be posted later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So Merry Christmas and Happy New Years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRRN8Q3y1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XElYxOEVXHo/s1600-h/ftbl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRRN8Q3y1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XElYxOEVXHo/s320/ftbl1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414541951963220818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; right!! Broncos won 44-13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRRGIWxXOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mhkqF0MwHbo/s1600-h/ftbl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRRGIWxXOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mhkqF0MwHbo/s320/ftbl2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414541817770237154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* The only interception the Chiefs made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRQkIzs3vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Qmaa15qGS4k/s1600-h/DSCN1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRQkIzs3vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Qmaa15qGS4k/s320/DSCN1669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414541233776025330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Champ Bailey!! Number 24!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRQRMkP2VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/F6LOL8MEDDY/s1600-h/DSCN1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRQRMkP2VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/F6LOL8MEDDY/s320/DSCN1654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414540908367436114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* KC Chiefs cheerleaders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRQAwI9azI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5DHX4TW8V_Y/s1600-h/DSCN1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRQAwI9azI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5DHX4TW8V_Y/s320/DSCN1640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414540625858882354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Go Broncos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRP2hhG-rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4W2Ab_75pHg/s1600-h/DSCN1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRP2hhG-rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4W2Ab_75pHg/s320/DSCN1633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414540450134948530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Arrowhead Stadium... we were 15 rows from the field! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRPmCBPgHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Bm650SenCBE/s1600-h/DSCN1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRPmCBPgHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Bm650SenCBE/s320/DSCN1639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414540166801883250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Me and the Mister....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3205572722892669947?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3205572722892669947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3205572722892669947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3205572722892669947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3205572722892669947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-is-warm-glass-of-hot.html' title='Happiness is a warm... glass of hot chocolate.'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SyRRN8Q3y1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XElYxOEVXHo/s72-c/ftbl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-7110973165819858931</id><published>2009-12-01T21:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:58:43.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll have a blue Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Christmas 2009 has officially kicked off in my apartment!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;B.J.&lt;/span&gt; and Hayden came over and we decked our halls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SxXkNmXP1HI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KB-erKwUBEY/s1600-h/DSCN1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SxXkNmXP1HI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KB-erKwUBEY/s320/DSCN1627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410481449643005042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Here is my tree decked with blue/silver/purple Christmas balls, white lights, white bows, and candy canes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SxXkkffPxkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/T8SWYVjMzrc/s320/DSCN1628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Here is my penguin advent calendar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SxXk_GOq7vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/30pzq3Qg1TE/s320/DSCN1630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Here is my early Christmas present from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;B.J.&lt;/span&gt; and my Christmas candles and cinnamon scented pine cones!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SxXlWIDnLAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_h80P0J9jP8/s320/DSCN1631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Here is my Snowman candy/cookie jar and my half drank hot chocolate!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yumm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;** Also, notice the cute snowman in his sleigh at the top of my tree?? That was the misters idea and it turned out great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7110973165819858931?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7110973165819858931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7110973165819858931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7110973165819858931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7110973165819858931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-have-blue-christmas.html' title='I&apos;ll have a blue Christmas..'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SxXkNmXP1HI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KB-erKwUBEY/s72-c/DSCN1627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-430885657239531354</id><published>2009-11-16T21:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:54:06.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm...</title><content type='html'>... heartbroken.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-breathless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shocked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-betrayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-disrespected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-devastated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how we got here, or where we're going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ended a 9 month relationship in an unfair 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you may just need time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be what I know I can be... but I need you to be what I need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you more than you probably know... but so does he. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He needs you more than I do... he needs what is best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He needs love, stability, and positive influences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He needs a chance, an opportunity to be something in this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He needs peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want forever with the both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deserve more respect than what you showed me last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving you space because you need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving you respect because you deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are an amazing person and you deserve to feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You deserve someone who will put you first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You deserve: love, honesty, compassion, encouragement, happiness, peace, respect, a stable influence for him, a sense of home, faithfulness, maturity, contentment, a future... and those things add up to more than how i am feeling.. more than what i want or need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i am giving you time... to do whats best for him... even if that means me not being with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... because I love you that  much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-430885657239531354?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/430885657239531354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=430885657239531354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/430885657239531354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/430885657239531354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/im.html' title='I&apos;m...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-6917779145357618182</id><published>2009-11-07T19:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:50:52.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to learn....</title><content type='html'>.... to let the small things go and realize you do truly love me and you're not going to hurt me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is that so difficult? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-6917779145357618182?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6917779145357618182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=6917779145357618182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6917779145357618182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6917779145357618182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-learn.html' title='I need to learn....'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-372223917223722601</id><published>2009-10-11T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:45:33.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, exactly?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when things happen just a bit out of plan... I seem to revert back to questioning decisions I've made. &lt;div&gt;It's not as though it's a big deal, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I &lt;i&gt;insist &lt;/i&gt;on having things my way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must I be so selfish? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that I &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;I don't want seem to taunt me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me you "worry" about me... please don't waste your time, it's almost insulting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you worry about me because now you're a "Christian" and so that makes you better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it mean you lack the need to be worried about yourself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You spew accusations from your mouth... when you have done the same things yourself... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen it personally. Whats wrong with a little honesty, huh?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;"Temporal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deadzone&lt;/span&gt; where clocks are barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling, all night clamor to hold it together.&lt;br /&gt;I want to play--don't wait--forms in the hideaway&lt;br /&gt;I want to get on with getting on with things&lt;br /&gt;I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do any of that here, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First train home, I've got to get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? You've had one too many.&lt;br /&gt;So what? I'm not that much fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;So what? You've come silly hatter.&lt;br /&gt;So what? I didn't want to come here, anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;- First Train Home/Imogen Heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-372223917223722601?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/372223917223722601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=372223917223722601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/372223917223722601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/372223917223722601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-exactly.html' title='Why, exactly?'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-7958965728705019902</id><published>2009-10-05T17:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:01:41.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New mountains.</title><content type='html'>Oh the familiar sight of boxes, clutter, disorganization, and bare walls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving.... &lt;i&gt;again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving to a one bedroom apartment within my complex... which brings up feelings of both liberation and stress. I have never lived alone before and while I know this will be a great stepping stone in my life, its a little stressful to be financially responsible for all of the bills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having faith in God that He will provide for me as He &lt;i&gt;always &lt;/i&gt;has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this was His plan all along?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;ready &lt;/i&gt;for this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7958965728705019902?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7958965728705019902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7958965728705019902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7958965728705019902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7958965728705019902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-mountains.html' title='New mountains.'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-222221598603814915</id><published>2009-09-01T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:05:43.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesaurus-Rex</title><content type='html'>Well the first week of school has come and gone... and I made it through. (&lt;i&gt;obviously)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can tell this semester is going to be a long one, I don't feel that any particular class is going to be extremely difficult, but all of them seem time consuming... I need to learn better time management skills, ones that &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; involve: Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, texting, watching TV, and listening to music. I'm not sure it's possible... so maybe i should just monopolize on becoming a &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;good multi-tasker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and I have decided to fly to MN for New Years, my dad is afraid the 15 hour drive is going to be too painful for her back and neck. (She has 5 bulging discs and is going through physical therapy right now and possibly surgery later on.) Ive spent the week looking for plane tickets and trying to get some dates stapled down. My brother and his girlfriend have bought their fist home and I'm looking forward to seeing all the work they have been doing on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mister made it home safely from visiting family up north, unfortunately he came home to a wrecked truck thanks to his wonderful roommate.  I hate that the nice guys always get taken advantage of, but I'm sure he will reap his rewards one day. His birthday is coming up October 1st and I'm hoping to set up a photo shoot for his little guy who will be turning 2 in the Spring, they've never had professional photos taken and I know they will regret that once he is older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive learned within the past few months of my life that age is no determining factor in the process of &lt;i&gt;growing up.&lt;/i&gt; I'm beyond disgusted and fed up with being the responsible one among a group of peers 10 years my senior, so I have decided to opt out. I don't have the patience or the time to deal with people who refuse to grow up and take responsibility for their own actions... I don't understand why I am the one who gets the 3am phone calls to go pick someone up or to clean up someones drunken mess... just because I actually have my "stuff" together and live responsibly. I don't expect anyone to fix my mistakes and I don't anticipate sympathy when the poor decisions I have made leave me disconcerted. I am no ones babysitter or mother, and I'm not playing the role of one any longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying my Math for Teachers class; much to my surprise I might add, I'm getting very eager to take more education courses and begin to prepare for having my own classroom one day. I'm nervous about how I am going to work out the semantics of the rigorous coursework my 'blocks' are going to entail as well as find time to work (while taking 15-18 hours of classes) and find time for my Field Experience and eventually Internships. I have faith God will continue to provide, as He has always done... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well speaking of class, I suppose I should get some sleep... Ive been getting things together for the roomies birthday party this weekend and on top of studying, working, and going to class I am worn out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone has a great week! &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/64911895813626070-222221598603814915?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/222221598603814915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=222221598603814915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/222221598603814915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/222221598603814915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/09/thesaurus-rex.html' title='Thesaurus-Rex'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-8828778736142210205</id><published>2009-08-23T21:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:47:52.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing down 'The House'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; the weekend has come and gone so swiftly... I have made it through two days of classes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; starring down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;barrel&lt;/span&gt; of 5 days of class and 5 days of work.. my next day off is 2 weeks away... *Sighs*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kotter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand.. Ive had a good restful weekend... L.D (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt;) and I went and saw 'Post Grad' today (which was super cute) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guiltfully&lt;/span&gt; went shopping afterwards.. which ended in a mild panic attack on L.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ds&lt;/span&gt; end due to seeing her ex (Which was one of the 'big' ones... ya know, the kind that leaves a knife in your stomach when they leave... even more so when they happen to be married and a future father.. neither of which involve &lt;b&gt;you, &lt;/b&gt;the ex.) after 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; after that I joined up with some old Arkansas History buddies at a place called 'The House' and ate some good 'herb' fries that were delicious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mister left tonight for a 9 hour drive to go see his family... he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; been up there for over a year so I'm glad he is getting to see his family but this week is gonna be a long and quite lonely one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have my first &lt;i&gt;full &lt;/i&gt;day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;classes&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow... from 9am-3pm... hopefully it wont be too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a great weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SpH-a7ui4UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DAm8IZ8pKQs/s1600-h/DSCN1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SpH-a7ui4UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DAm8IZ8pKQs/s320/DSCN1563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355569092682050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* The feet of wonderful peeps....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SpH-L5iVtXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G4kq1WOjGTw/s1600-h/DSCN1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SpH-L5iVtXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G4kq1WOjGTw/s320/DSCN1575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355310806578546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-8828778736142210205?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8828778736142210205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=8828778736142210205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/8828778736142210205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/8828778736142210205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/bringing-down-house.html' title='Bringing down &apos;The House&apos;'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SpH-a7ui4UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DAm8IZ8pKQs/s72-c/DSCN1563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-1464014876119713491</id><published>2009-08-20T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:42:35.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's looking at you Friday::::</title><content type='html'>Well, my first day of classes has subsided.. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; call it my 'first day' being that I only had one class.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Woke up to rain pounding on my newly dressed window (adorned in a 25% off cloth '&lt;i&gt;shower&lt;/i&gt;' curtain I bought in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; this week). This would usually be a welcomed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;, but since my classes start at 9 and it takes a good 40 minutes to make a 10 mile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trek&lt;/span&gt; to school in the gosh darn forsaken Little Rock traffic... I was up at 7:30... which is two hours earlier than my summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awakening&lt;/span&gt; hour... So in my early morning catatonic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stupor&lt;/span&gt; I decided it would be a good idea to wear flip flops today, seeing how it was still warm and raining and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to get my tennis shoes wet and I have &lt;b&gt;yet&lt;/b&gt; gone to buy some &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt; needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rain boots&lt;/span&gt;... this seemed to be a bright idea... that is until i had 3 near death experiences walking across a jagged brick campus. On top of my dangerous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;trek I&lt;/span&gt; somehow, after 3 years at this University, managed to go to the wrong building... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Byah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Math for Middle School' ... I really had different expectations then what, according to the syllabus, we really will be doing in this class... I hate hate &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; math it is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kryptonite&lt;/span&gt;, so you can imagine my demise when my professor handed us a math equation... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;UGhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure this class is going to kick my summer scorned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hinny&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I'll just bend over now. Jeez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am off to bed... to anticipate another day of classes tomorrow.. hopefully sans rain and flip flops, near death experiences, and going to the wrong building...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... here's hoping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-1464014876119713491?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1464014876119713491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=1464014876119713491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1464014876119713491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1464014876119713491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-looking-at-you-friday.html' title='Here&apos;s looking at you Friday::::'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-6540100364958439501</id><published>2009-08-19T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:09:29.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeya later summer-gator...</title><content type='html'>Goodbye summer, you will be missed!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes start tomorrow... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;semi-&lt;/i&gt;ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably be getting out notebooks and pens and all that mess but instead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; rolled up on my couch with a Coke and watching E! TV... my night will doubtfully be ending soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a call late this afternoon from a professor telling me that my ASL II class had been canceled... just great, it only added to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;catastrophe&lt;/span&gt; of a day in itself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reworking my schedule to make sure i still take 5 classes and can get the rest of my remedial courses done in the next 2 semesters... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Byah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Survey of Economics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing for the workplace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World Civilization II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math for Middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Schools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and (possibly... fate will tell tomorrow) Editing for usage and style (in replacement of ASL II)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. I'll also be working my typical school schedule T/TH/Saturday afternoons and Friday nights... possibly taking on some contract work for a mortgage company... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm determined &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to have a life, I swear... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things in my 'everyday' life are beyond me... I give up... things never can end peacefully it seems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to the new semester.. the blank slate.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-6540100364958439501?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6540100364958439501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=6540100364958439501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6540100364958439501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6540100364958439501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/seeya-later-summer-gator.html' title='Seeya later summer-gator...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-5961378945419565117</id><published>2009-08-08T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:59:53.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliott Smith/ Between the Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;drink up, baby, stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;the things you could do, you won't but you might&lt;br /&gt;the potential you'll be, that you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;the promises you'll only make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days&lt;br /&gt;do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away&lt;br /&gt;the images stuck in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people you've been before that you don't want around anymore&lt;br /&gt;that push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep them still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink up, baby, look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you&lt;br /&gt;there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink up one more time and I'll make you mine&lt;br /&gt;keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest&lt;br /&gt;where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore&lt;br /&gt;that push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep them still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-5961378945419565117?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5961378945419565117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=5961378945419565117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/5961378945419565117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/5961378945419565117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/elliott-smith-between-bars.html' title='Elliott Smith/ Between the Bars'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-7479282555016723166</id><published>2009-08-06T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:32:04.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Down/ Jennifer Knapp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Judge Me Not Ye Saints&lt;br /&gt;For My History May Be Tainted&lt;br /&gt;But I'm Sober Enough To Know Blood When I See It&lt;br /&gt;I've Borne My Share Of Stones&lt;br /&gt;Most Of Them Easily Thrown&lt;br /&gt;But Who's To Deny&lt;br /&gt;Your Water-Shed Side&lt;br /&gt;Leading Me Home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Am I Supposed To Do About It Now?&lt;br /&gt;Past Regrets And Long Laments, They Find Me Somehow&lt;br /&gt;O, What Am I Supposed To Do About It Now?&lt;br /&gt;What Have I To Do But Fall Down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Spy From Far Away&lt;br /&gt;May Seem That I'm One To Betray&lt;br /&gt;But O, How I Try&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit To Guide&lt;br /&gt;The Promise You Made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold Me Up&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;br /&gt;Love Me When I Am Broken&lt;br /&gt;And Speak To Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7479282555016723166?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7479282555016723166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7479282555016723166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7479282555016723166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7479282555016723166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/fall-down-jennifer-knapp.html' title='Fall Down/ Jennifer Knapp'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-7035584959914941548</id><published>2009-07-29T19:22:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:34:16.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnesota Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpmxDF4bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kGfXd0j9pNQ/s1600-h/DSCN1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpmxDF4bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kGfXd0j9pNQ/s320/DSCN1535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364044008408867250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* New haircut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpcXK9Y_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/XL81ibb6BC4/s1600-h/DSCN1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpcXK9Y_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/XL81ibb6BC4/s320/DSCN1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364043829663851506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Allison, My brother and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpR7uA6QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dgEB9hy1ZrY/s1600-h/DSCN1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpR7uA6QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dgEB9hy1ZrY/s320/DSCN1008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364043650495998210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* The girls I've missed the most: Megan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpHGYBKHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4i5embVkdpI/s1600-h/DSCN0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpHGYBKHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4i5embVkdpI/s320/DSCN0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364043464377968754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Beautiful Lake Superior in Duluth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDo_WnBcUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RomcxhoA_F4/s1600-h/DSCN0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDo_WnBcUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RomcxhoA_F4/s320/DSCN0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364043331296915778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Duluth, Minnesota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDo3pSamPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ug0hjp3wqCs/s1600-h/DSCN0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDo3pSamPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ug0hjp3wqCs/s320/DSCN0962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364043198871804146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDov56QHII/AAAAAAAAAFY/ndNDYSjHB0Q/s1600-h/DSCN0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDov56QHII/AAAAAAAAAFY/ndNDYSjHB0Q/s320/DSCN0951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364043065894902914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* My brother and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDolL8YkPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iEFcdCdwUfI/s1600-h/DSCN0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDolL8YkPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iEFcdCdwUfI/s320/DSCN0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364042881757122802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mall of America!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDoZ_eZJiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lNZOWfPM2sA/s1600-h/DSCN0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDoZ_eZJiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lNZOWfPM2sA/s320/DSCN0881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364042689431545378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Me and Megan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDoRVlTqnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pN47lhfcfd4/s1600-h/DSCN0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDoRVlTqnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pN47lhfcfd4/s320/DSCN0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364042540747303538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* My second home: Minnesota (Minneapolis) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7035584959914941548?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7035584959914941548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7035584959914941548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7035584959914941548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7035584959914941548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/minnesota-visit.html' title='Minnesota Visit'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SnDpmxDF4bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kGfXd0j9pNQ/s72-c/DSCN1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-8147937338930667136</id><published>2009-07-01T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:48:11.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comes and Goes (in waves) / Greg Laswell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;This one's for the lonely&lt;br /&gt;The ones that seek and find&lt;br /&gt;Only to be let down&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for the torn down&lt;br /&gt;The experts at the fall&lt;br /&gt;Come on friends get up now&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part was for her&lt;br /&gt;This part was for her&lt;br /&gt;This part was for her&lt;br /&gt;Does she remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves, i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for the faithless&lt;br /&gt;The ones that are surprised&lt;br /&gt;They are only where they are now&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of their fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for believing&lt;br /&gt;If only for it's sake&lt;br /&gt;Come on friends get up now&lt;br /&gt;Love is to be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part was for her&lt;br /&gt;This part was for her&lt;br /&gt;This part was for her&lt;br /&gt;Does she remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves,&lt;br /&gt;I am only led to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves&lt;br /&gt;I am only led to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Why I try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who stand&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who try again&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who need a hand&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who think they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves,&lt;br /&gt;I am only led to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves&lt;br /&gt;I am only led to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Why I try&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/64911895813626070-8147937338930667136?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8147937338930667136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=8147937338930667136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/8147937338930667136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/8147937338930667136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/comes-and-goes-in-waves-greg-laswell.html' title='Comes and Goes (in waves) / Greg Laswell'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-1827833125488624343</id><published>2009-06-30T15:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:58:18.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in: there....</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of talking about it, stressing about it.... &lt;i&gt;dreaming &lt;/i&gt;about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- my scrapbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- my picture frames that had kept you safely packed away until last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- my phone; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me at the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inopportune&lt;/span&gt; times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- my 'pictures' files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- my inbox... dozens of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- my &lt;i&gt;memories....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... try as I might, you wont let me kill these memories of you.. or of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; or is it me? Do i not let &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; forget about you or us? Maybe I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know what to do with them {these memories} ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... wouldn't it be scary if we always got what we want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-1827833125488624343?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1827833125488624343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=1827833125488624343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1827833125488624343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1827833125488624343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-in-there.html' title='You&apos;re in: there....'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-2186374919917235077</id><published>2009-06-10T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:16:33.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt; summer is well under way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is coming to visit on Friday... she has some meetings this weekend in Jacksonville and so she will be bunking up at my half packed apartment. I'm not sure what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; is for the weekend but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure it will be a good visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday (after work) my mister and I are meeting his family up in Mountain View for 2 days, we rented a cabin outside of town and are planning on visiting some caves and just escaping for a few days.... I'm very excited to get out of the city for a couple days!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is Thursday... its creeping up quickly!! (is that an oxymoron?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we are having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bday&lt;/span&gt; dinner at a local restaurant.... it will be great to have all of my friends in the same room!! ... and of course Birthday cake! Who doesn't love that!!!!??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L.D and I got to go see our future apartment yesterday... it looks nice but is quite a bit smaller than what I am used to! It will be beautiful and feel like home once we get all of our furniture and decorations in it. I am definitely ready to be  done with the move!! I suppose Lindsey and I should have rented a 2 bedroom from the beginning... we have had some interesting experiences with our past roommates... guess they have made for some good stories though! Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make a good effort to get pictures up of the next weeks events.... plus i am hoping to get a camera for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; so i won't have any excuse!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-2186374919917235077?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2186374919917235077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=2186374919917235077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/2186374919917235077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/2186374919917235077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-6147928098855619444</id><published>2009-06-02T13:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:42:44.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothful Tuesdays....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;* Its Tuesday, my one day off through the week... it's usually filled with banks and laundry and errands.... which reminds me, I need to go buy my mom a Birthday card and get it in the mail today.... So today not being different than any other Tuesday.. it started out with a dentist appointment this morning.... my gums are a little sore but I'm alive so that's a good sign.... went by my old work place and visited some old friends and then indulged in Burger King... sans Coke, which only seemed right considering I had just left the dentist chair where my tooth was drilled on for 45 minutes because of my love affair with said Coke... so instead I drank water. Yum? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtpEbHjvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tKw8LY3eJaU/s1600-h/103_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtpEbHjvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tKw8LY3eJaU/s320/103_1534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342797085274509042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Healing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My new tattoo is finally starting to itch which is a welcomed annoyance because it means the tattoo is one step closer to being completely healed... I'm very happy with the outcome and am also very ready for it to be healed so i can get back to tanning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; that would be a nice treat... suppose I should probably give it a few more days though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtlrcTUHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/be4_c4nQKlg/s1600-h/103_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtlrcTUHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/be4_c4nQKlg/s320/103_1533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342797027028979826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Indulgence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Finally took some of my hard earned money and bought myself a present for making a 4.0 GPA this semester in school... It was expensive and pointless, but i suppose that makes it even better... sometimes I just have to spend money... I feel like I work so much and if all i ever did with that money was pay bills and save it... i think i would go crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtiLCA6tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2D1HGcxu2kc/s1600-h/103_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtiLCA6tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2D1HGcxu2kc/s320/103_1532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342796966789180114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Anxious*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble this morning, figured it was about time to start studying for the exam that inadvertently holds my future within its non-existent hands... I need to make the appointment... suppose the money spent on above indulgence would have been better spent on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Praxis&lt;/span&gt; exam fees.... '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ehhhhh&lt;/span&gt; forget about it'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVteR1__WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FmHwEVwsotQ/s1600-h/103_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVteR1__WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FmHwEVwsotQ/s320/103_1530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342796899898359138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Refreshment*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Ive drank my weight in this stuff the past two days... and have been popping tums like breath mints... Yuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtZilemRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ua_JYzd17kY/s1600-h/103_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtZilemRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ua_JYzd17kY/s320/103_1528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342796818493118738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Moving*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- T-28 days until we have to be out of our apartment... that i have lived in for 2 years... bittersweet might have been a more appropriate caption... so until June 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtUz8WwVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t4Xm0u00Ndw/s1600-h/103_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtUz8WwVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t4Xm0u00Ndw/s320/103_1527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342796737253130578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... this is what my apartment looks like, not too inviting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.... in honor of my day off (as mentioned earlier) I believe I will finish watching the sappy chick flick I just put in and possibly take a nap... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Happy Trails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-6147928098855619444?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6147928098855619444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=6147928098855619444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6147928098855619444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6147928098855619444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/toothful-tuesdays.html' title='Toothful Tuesdays....'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiVtpEbHjvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tKw8LY3eJaU/s72-c/103_1534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-7357479415586407194</id><published>2009-05-30T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:55:28.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New arrival!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiHUX6emDPI/AAAAAAAAADw/f692R6uH380/s1600-h/tattoo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiHUX6emDPI/AAAAAAAAADw/f692R6uH380/s320/tattoo5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341784140337777906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Newest addition to my tattoo family.... (and probably the last)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Date of Birth: May 27th 2009 at 8:00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7357479415586407194?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7357479415586407194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7357479415586407194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7357479415586407194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7357479415586407194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-arrival.html' title='New arrival!!'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SiHUX6emDPI/AAAAAAAAADw/f692R6uH380/s72-c/tattoo5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-5056975221502553591</id><published>2009-05-26T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:06:21.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arkansas Travs Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/ShxYT21rFqI/AAAAAAAAADo/9C3rnYYuZEs/s1600-h/Me+and+Shelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/ShxYT21rFqI/AAAAAAAAADo/9C3rnYYuZEs/s320/Me+and+Shelly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340240356315960994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my love and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; another couple friend of ours to the Arkansas Travelers game last month, it was my first baseball game.... and I'm not sure what was really going... mainly because I spent most of the game hunting high and low at Dickey-Stephens Park for Shelly... the horse/donkey (?) mascot. I was determined to get a photo.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about 30 minutes of searching she emerged from a storage closet next to the frozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lemon aid&lt;/span&gt; stand and I ran up to her, and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;greeted&lt;/span&gt; by a warm hug and a horse/donkey (I'm still not really sure) kiss... my mission was completed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mission like that deserves a picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;memento&lt;/span&gt;. (See above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I just might become a baseball fan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-5056975221502553591?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5056975221502553591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=5056975221502553591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/5056975221502553591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/5056975221502553591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/arkansas-travs-game.html' title='Arkansas Travs Game'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/ShxYT21rFqI/AAAAAAAAADo/9C3rnYYuZEs/s72-c/Me+and+Shelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-1109899255822612876</id><published>2009-05-22T10:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:59:48.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in a smile.</title><content type='html'>... You leave in 2 days for 10 weeks, I wonder if you would have gone if we had still been together.&lt;div&gt;-always looking out for yourself, you were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... For the life of me it's so hard to be happy sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- some days it just sneaks up on me, I wont be paying attention and the happiness creeps onto my face and I catch myself in the middle of a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I honestly am happy, I breath and sleep much easier these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- he genuinely cares, there isn't a phony sense of affection hiding in the corner of the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Your name can be brought up without a slight pain to my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- even your text lately have been received uninhabited by regrets and void of the pain that usually haunts them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... There will be days that I wont think of you and I hold  hope that those days will turn into weeks and gradually months. I will move on... am moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Have moved on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It started with the perfect kiss then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We could feel the poison set in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Perfect" couldn't keep this love alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You know that I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I love you enough to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It doesn't matter where we take this road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Kelly Clarkson/Already Gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-1109899255822612876?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1109899255822612876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=1109899255822612876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1109899255822612876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1109899255822612876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/caught-in-smile.html' title='Caught in a smile.'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-8538132836301541118</id><published>2009-04-15T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:54:52.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To whom it may concern, most likely meaning you.</title><content type='html'>It's a newsflash, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;silhouette&lt;/span&gt;, a past regret.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::: by no means do I owe it to you :::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... Letting it go, letting it fall... this may be the most freeing feeling of all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving myself the option to fly, the freedom to take it as far as I want... and you're not getting a say in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pulling my own card out of the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Maybe we said it all when we said goodbye' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-8538132836301541118?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8538132836301541118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=8538132836301541118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/8538132836301541118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/8538132836301541118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-whom-it-may-concern-most-likely.html' title='To whom it may concern, most likely meaning you.'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-1564269412806762669</id><published>2009-03-19T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:58:21.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes and Wine/ A Fine Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Don't know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the only love worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;I'll drown in my tear storming sea&lt;br /&gt;That would show you, that would make you hurt like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same&lt;br /&gt;I don't want mudslinging games&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;To let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance?&lt;br /&gt;A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?&lt;br /&gt;A reason to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance you may change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we ashes and wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if our fate's already sealed&lt;br /&gt;This day's spinning circus on a wheel&lt;br /&gt;I'm I'll with the thought of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut it out&lt;br /&gt;I've got no claim on you now&lt;br /&gt;Not allowed to wear your freedom down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance?&lt;br /&gt;A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?&lt;br /&gt;A reason to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance you may change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we ashes and wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear myself away&lt;br /&gt;If that is what you need&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance?&lt;br /&gt;A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?&lt;br /&gt;A reason to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance you may change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we ashes and wine?&lt;br /&gt;Reduced ashes and wine&lt;br /&gt;Or are we ashes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-1564269412806762669?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1564269412806762669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=1564269412806762669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1564269412806762669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/1564269412806762669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/ashes-and-wine-fine-frenzy.html' title='Ashes and Wine/ A Fine Frenzy'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3077863417018996977</id><published>2009-03-04T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:05:31.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The great sense of passing through.</title><content type='html'>If there is anything I have realized in the short amount of years I have spent on this Earth, it is that I dont really know much... of anything. &lt;div&gt;I have no clue why things happen the way they do or why they happen within the time it does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... but its a great feeling knowing that in reality, it doesnt matter. I dont have to know why anything is the way it is... I dont have to know where Im going to be in the future or who will be there with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its in Gods hands.... He will direct me where to go, and decide who's going to be there for the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have returned to the northern skies,&lt;br /&gt;Where the summer had not touched&lt;br /&gt;The clouds that pass above.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have returned to the somber grace&lt;br /&gt;Of the days too early to come and too early to stay.&lt;br /&gt;And I have left a million stars,&lt;br /&gt;And an ocean so lightly, so clearly blue.&lt;br /&gt;And I have left the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;And a million adventures not yet begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great sense of passing through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The great sense of passing through,&lt;br /&gt;The great sense of passing through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for once there was beauty here for me&lt;br /&gt;Under these white, northern skies.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the green was blacker&lt;br /&gt;And the blue was darker still.&lt;br /&gt;My roots are lying deeper than I ever think they will again.&lt;br /&gt;Heartache and poverty under these northern skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great sense of passing through,&lt;br /&gt;The great sense of passing through,&lt;br /&gt;The great sense of passing through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;-Paolo Nutini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3077863417018996977?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3077863417018996977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3077863417018996977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3077863417018996977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3077863417018996977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-sense-of-passing-through.html' title='The great sense of passing through.'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3583828210748453090</id><published>2009-02-22T00:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:23:13.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing compares to your grace and glory O Lord.</title><content type='html'>... It amazes me how God works in our lives... even when were not looking. &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There is the saying that when we least expect it, we fall in love and find the one we will spend our life with.... Well, while I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; looking I have fallen back in love with God.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always kept a relationship with Him, but over the past few years I have done an amazing job at destroying it from where it once was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have done and become something I said I never would...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a bad person or ever have been in the eyes of most people who roam my life... but I think as humans we should have expectations for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; just as we do for people who enter our life... and for the past few years i have come very short of meeting those expectations of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my biggest pet peeves is when people tell me, 'Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a christian, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a good person... and I believe in God' ... but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that like saying, ' I have a car and I take good care of it, and even though I know it needs gas to run... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to put any in it, and hope i get where i need to go?.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our relationship with God, just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; relationship... requires work! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be in a relationship with someone who only came to see me once a week and only talked to me one or two times a week (if that!), I would question their devotion to me... I would question their willingness to do what it takes to make our relationship work... and I in NO way want God to question that of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has poured blessings on me beyond what I could ever tell you... everything i have has only been given to be by His blessings. There is no way that I could explain to you, looking back... how i have afforded to always live in a nice home or have nice clothing, to ALWAYS have what I need and most everything I  want... to be given the chance at an education that will afford me a comfortable living for myself as well as my future family, to have the amazing friends in my life that I do.. ones who have been my family when my actual family could not be or was not there for me.... all of these things have only  been given to me by the pure grace of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could bleed my heart out with thanks to him for days and not come close in giving Him the thanks he deserve... and yet I have continuously lived a lifestyle that took me away from Him... a lifestyle that did not show my thankfulness to Him. I have lived a life depending on myself for things and not laying my burdens at His feet... I have ran the opposite way in the paths He has show me... I have worked on every relationship in my life besides the one that matters most... the relationship with my Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite my past and the many times I have fallen short of what He has expected; he continually blesses me... he continually answers my prayers and shelters me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want nothing more in my life from this day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; than to spend every waking moment thanking God for never turning His back on me or forsaking me as I have done to Him. I can do nothing but spend all of my days working on my relationship with Him... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an amazing feeling to fall back in love with the one who will never leave me, the one who loves me unconditionally, the one who is there for me every waking moment... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am eternally grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus, I surrender&lt;br /&gt;I draw nearer, I fall down&lt;br /&gt;Master, be my Savior&lt;br /&gt;Be my shelter, be my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3583828210748453090?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3583828210748453090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3583828210748453090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3583828210748453090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3583828210748453090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-compares-to-your-grace-and.html' title='Nothing compares to your grace and glory O Lord.'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-6236054761095532887</id><published>2009-02-09T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:29:38.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw me a Rope/ KT Tunstall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you&lt;br /&gt;But everything here is telling me I should be fine&lt;br /&gt;So why is it so, above as below,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm missing you every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got used to you whispering things to me into the evening&lt;br /&gt;We followed the sun and its colours and left this world&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that I'm definitely&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the best that I've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throw me a rope to hold me in place&lt;br /&gt;Show me a clock for counting my days down&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything's easier when you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and find me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whenever you go it's like holding my breath underwater&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I kind of like it when I do&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I've got to be unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid of my days without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throw me a rope to hold me in place&lt;br /&gt;Show me a clock for counting my days down&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything's easier when you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and find me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm falling you're always behind me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause everything's easier when you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and find me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-6236054761095532887?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6236054761095532887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=6236054761095532887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6236054761095532887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6236054761095532887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/throw-me-rope-kt-tunstall.html' title='Throw me a Rope/ KT Tunstall'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3252456006957797204</id><published>2009-02-04T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:30:24.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I should know better than to touch the fire twice...</title><content type='html'>... I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; taken your pictures down, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not that strong yet. &lt;div&gt;I will forever be grateful for your love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will forever be thankful for your security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will forever miss the sense of family you gave to  me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all my might I have tried to be mad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; tried to fill the sadness with anger... and i have failed miserably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days that I still pick up my phone to call you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i have news... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; still the first person i want to tell. I miss the heaviness of my heart in happiness; not in tears.  I have no resentment at this point despite the fact that everyone says i should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; decided when the 'correct' time for me to move on is... and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; decided how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to take it when you do. Its going to hurt.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. I wish with all my might i could be bitter, apathetic, or resentful... what worries me is that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; even cried much, i keep waiting for it to come... and there is a fear it wont stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that i will forever compare people to you [us]. What scares me the most is the fear that the memories and hurt will never go away, that i will always refer back to you... and that a love that i felt for you can never be reciprocated with anyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; save it... that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; something i could fix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that this was the best decision. I hate the questions, the pictures, the words, the music, and the memories of everything that went wrong.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that were better people apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im healing slowly and slightly awkward. Its not the nights that get me.. it seems to be the mornings, the beginnings. Im working on breathing, loving, trusting, and living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything heals with time... it just may not be the same as when it started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Will you stay?&lt;br /&gt;Stay ‘till the darkness leaves&lt;br /&gt;Stay here with me&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re busy, I know I’m just one&lt;br /&gt;But you might be the only one who sees me&lt;br /&gt;The only one to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Irvine/Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3252456006957797204?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3252456006957797204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3252456006957797204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3252456006957797204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3252456006957797204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-should-know-better-than-to-touch-fire.html' title='I should know better than to touch the fire twice...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-2354045086736168249</id><published>2009-01-18T18:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:25:41.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity/Pete Murray</title><content type='html'>And so it goes another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Your savin time but your miles away&lt;br /&gt;Your fly was drownin in some bitter tea&lt;br /&gt;For seeing lost opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your mirror go and look inside&lt;br /&gt;And see the talent you always hide&lt;br /&gt;Don't go kid yourself well not today&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction's not to far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on now your exits here&lt;br /&gt;It's waiting just for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't pause too long&lt;br /&gt;It's fading now&lt;br /&gt;It's ending all too soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your coffee's warm but your milk is sour&lt;br /&gt;Life is short but your here to flower&lt;br /&gt;Dream yourself along another day&lt;br /&gt;Never miss opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared of what you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Your only fear is possibility&lt;br /&gt;Never wonder what the hell went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Your second chance may never come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on now your exits here&lt;br /&gt;It's waiting just for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't pause too long&lt;br /&gt;It's fading now&lt;br /&gt;It's ending all too soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-2354045086736168249?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2354045086736168249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=2354045086736168249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/2354045086736168249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/2354045086736168249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/opportunityjohn-murray.html' title='Opportunity/Pete Murray'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3438718883755472751</id><published>2009-01-16T18:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:11:34.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you have no choice but to move forward?&lt;br /&gt;When you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blindsided&lt;/span&gt; by news that changes your life completely.. in the matter of a 30 min conversation?&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you have been working towards, everything you have been planning for... just goes out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the air gets knocked out of you, and for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brief&lt;/span&gt; second you're not sure you're really alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want to do is curl up under the covers and somehow manage to reverse time, even if it were just a day.. to maybe change something that would differ the results of the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment my life was completely turned upside down. Everything i have worked for and hoped for, for the past three years is completely gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world changes somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what I would do if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;They make breathing easier these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3438718883755472751?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3438718883755472751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3438718883755472751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3438718883755472751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/3438718883755472751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-339610137790359999</id><published>2009-01-14T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:45:57.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I carry your heart/ EE Cummings</title><content type='html'>I carry your heart with me&lt;br /&gt;(I carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never without it&lt;br /&gt;(Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt; by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate&lt;br /&gt;(For you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no world&lt;br /&gt;(For beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and it's you, whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt; and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EE Cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-339610137790359999?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/339610137790359999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=339610137790359999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/339610137790359999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/339610137790359999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-carry-your-heart-ee-cummings.html' title='I carry your heart/ EE Cummings'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-4995142308220617162</id><published>2009-01-10T23:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:15:12.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were a betting woman,</title><content type='html'>i would bet that nothing in this world is as honest as silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-4995142308220617162?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4995142308220617162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=4995142308220617162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/4995142308220617162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/4995142308220617162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were-betting-woman.html' title='If i were a betting woman,'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-3558538606175155611</id><published>2008-12-23T19:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:51:09.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Love and Joy</title><content type='html'>First of all, Merry Christmas to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 2 hours my holiday will officially begin. My mister is on his way to Little Rock as we speak(type)... Then its off for some last minute Christmas shopping... followed by some mad speed wrapping and off to the misters parents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Christmas w/ the misters family... food, presents, kids, family, laughter, love....&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Christmas w/ my family in Heber, this will be the first time the mister will stay over @ my folks in the 3 years we have been together... should be interesting lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to hoping everyone takes some time to give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to breath it all in, life at this moment is alive and i hope more than anything you are taking the time to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to hoping everyone realizes the real meaning of this Holiday and give thanks to that as well.&lt;br /&gt;Wether you are a religious person or not, please do not be so naive as to think this holiday is about presents and materialistic essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do consider myself a religious person but i try everyday to make sure i do not judge those who are not, those who hold different beliefs than i do... some days i succeed and some days i do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means different things to different souls but to mine it is as cliche as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace, Love, and Joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; I find &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in being home, in eating a meal made of love. I find peace in giving back to my parents a small amount of what they have given me over the past 21 years. I find peace in knowing this is the day we celebrate our Saviors birth (even though technically i know he was not born on this day.)&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; I find &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; within my family and friends who care enough to take the time over this holiday to spend time with me or to even wish me a 'Merry Christmas'. I find love in the gifts my family and friends have spent their hard earned money on... an item they felt i deserved. I find love in the blessings God has blessed me with, even though i know i do not deserve any of them.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; I find&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the looks of my misters nephews as they open presents. I find joy in the many hugs given and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from loved ones in my life. I find joy in knowing that 'God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only begotten Son, and who so ever believes in Him shall not parish, but have eternal life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to wishing you Peace, Love, and tons of Joy in this wonderful holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all,&lt;br /&gt;and to all a goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-3558538606175155611?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3558538606175155611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=3558538606175155611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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go…&lt;br /&gt;Taking friends, taking family, taking lives…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took the old pickup that stayed parked after grandpa died,&lt;br /&gt;You took the life out of a widows eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my great-grandmothers chicken coops, and her old front yard swing.&lt;br /&gt;You took my great uncles pet raccoons and his loud barking dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took the family dinners I attended for 18 years,&lt;br /&gt;And the picture window that made our living room glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken the snow for 21 years, not leaving a flake.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken my innocence, leaving only my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my brother miles away, leaving not even his shadow to remain.&lt;br /&gt;You took his youth, left nothing but regrets and sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken dozens of summers and fears of August.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken hundreds of sleepovers and several friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken uncles, aunts, grandmas, and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken holidays, birthdays and 14 of my parents’ anniversaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken backyard bomb fires and campouts.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken at least a hundred childhood crushes and one first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken my childhood neighbors floating guitar rifts and left busy highways.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken hundreds of secrets left on the school bus and dozens of long distant phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taken late nights and a million laughs with my college roommates.&lt;br /&gt;You've taken the first night I spent with my soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taken my first night away from home and the light I left on to help me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;You've taken the moment when I realized I was an adult, and that home would never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken my mothers memory of my first smile, laugh, steps, and words.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken my fathers memory of my mandatory gymnastic meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you leave nothing in your place… but the future.&lt;br /&gt;You assure nothing and leave no prevalence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is my future has high standards to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories aren’t all good, definitely not all bad, but they are my life: and how I lived it.&lt;br /&gt;They are the experiences I have to learn from, to grow from, and have come to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7508319409603760830?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7508319409603760830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7508319409603760830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7508319409603760830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7508319409603760830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-by-no-other-name.html' title='Time by no other name'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-7609719668862357884</id><published>2008-11-17T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:22:26.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it ain't so/Weezer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Say it ain't so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your drug is a heartbreaker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Say it ain't so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My love is a lifetaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't confront you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never could do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That which might hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So try and be cool When I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This way is a waterslide away from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that takes you further every day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So be cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-7609719668862357884?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7609719668862357884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=7609719668862357884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7609719668862357884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/7609719668862357884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-it-aint-so-your-drug-is.html' title='Say it ain&apos;t so/Weezer'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-6968598061234992994</id><published>2008-11-12T22:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:49:31.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things left behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuxA9OWZsI/AAAAAAAAACw/lfQykqV3f1s/s1600-h/101_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267998819132794562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuxA9OWZsI/AAAAAAAAACw/lfQykqV3f1s/s320/101_1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following tail lights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuvtbib98I/AAAAAAAAACo/LT7Ib2zYgMs/s1600-h/101_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267997384161097666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuvtbib98I/AAAAAAAAACo/LT7Ib2zYgMs/s320/101_1060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yumm.. cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuvWpuxVQI/AAAAAAAAACg/qKf_rhulEEM/s1600-h/101_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267996992833934594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuvWpuxVQI/AAAAAAAAACg/qKf_rhulEEM/s320/101_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauty: AKA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuu04S2O0I/AAAAAAAAACY/fgE4m3z7WiQ/s1600-h/101_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267996412627794754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuu04S2O0I/AAAAAAAAACY/fgE4m3z7WiQ/s320/101_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remnants of summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuuVEeV84I/AAAAAAAAACQ/g5kyF2Yx7dI/s1600-h/101_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267995866141422466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuuVEeV84I/AAAAAAAAACQ/g5kyF2Yx7dI/s320/101_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of the Arkansas River.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuuA0Me5QI/AAAAAAAAACI/AkXMlzlvqkc/s1600-h/101_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267995518174160130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuuA0Me5QI/AAAAAAAAACI/AkXMlzlvqkc/s320/101_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the one that got away: Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sniff. sniff. I miss him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Just some stuff left over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-6968598061234992994?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6968598061234992994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=6968598061234992994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6968598061234992994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6968598061234992994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-left-behind.html' title='Things left behind...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SRuxA9OWZsI/AAAAAAAAACw/lfQykqV3f1s/s72-c/101_1286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-4920241865459602240</id><published>2008-11-10T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:51:40.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere within the lights..</title><content type='html'>... there is the history of us.&lt;br /&gt;when looking back i always saw two lights, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure which burned out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights used to glow flawlessly, vivid, and benevolent&lt;br /&gt;but for whatever reason you have decided to cover the glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have the natural light to guide me,&lt;br /&gt;and truth be told i prefer its company these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows who holds the switch,&lt;br /&gt;or who may replace the fuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ego bets it wont be me, and your triteness bets it wont be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With winter coming and the cool air to follow,&lt;br /&gt;Ill hold on to my natural light and the consuming fire...&lt;br /&gt;For what comforts better than Gods natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;radiance&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peacefulness&lt;/span&gt; of burning memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future stings as it enters through my fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;succeeds&lt;/span&gt; my soul...&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this fire holds bittersweet beginnings,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to not give away the ending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-4920241865459602240?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4920241865459602240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=4920241865459602240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/4920241865459602240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/4920241865459602240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/somewhere-within-lights.html' title='Somewhere within the lights..'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-2431656046648043088</id><published>2008-11-06T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:07:01.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass:</title><content type='html'>If I can endure for this minute&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is happening to me,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how heavy my heart is&lt;br /&gt;Or how dark the moment may be-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can remain calm and quiet&lt;br /&gt;With all the world crashing about me,&lt;br /&gt;Secure in the knowledge God loves me&lt;br /&gt;When everyone else seems to doubt me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can but keep on believing&lt;br /&gt;What I know in my heart to be true,&lt;br /&gt;That darkness will fade with the morning&lt;br /&gt;And that this will pass away, too-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing in life can defeat me&lt;br /&gt;For as long as this knowledge remains&lt;br /&gt;I can suffer whatever is happening&lt;br /&gt;For I know God will break all of the chains&lt;br /&gt;That are binding me tight in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And trying to fill me with fear-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is no night without dawning&lt;br /&gt;And I know that my morning is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Steiner Rice-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-2431656046648043088?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2431656046648043088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=2431656046648043088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/2431656046648043088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/2431656046648043088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass:'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-6048405150732550161</id><published>2008-10-29T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:17:18.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of pattern.</title><content type='html'>"..Sometimes you lie in a strange room, in a strange person's home, and you feel yourself bending out of shape. Melting, touching something hot, something that warps you in drastic and probably irreversible ways you wont get to take stock of until its too late....Is there any scarier word than "irreversible"? Its a hiss of a word, full of side effects and mutilations. Severe tire damage--- no backing up."-- Rob Sheffield 'Love is a mix tape'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-6048405150732550161?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6048405150732550161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=6048405150732550161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6048405150732550161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6048405150732550161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I watch the hours slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I crawl underneath my blanket&lt;br /&gt;Where I can hide away&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't take it ‘Cause I see now&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;-- Joshua Radin: One of those days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-6249318041214586575?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6249318041214586575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=6249318041214586575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/6249318041214586575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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oh my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it gives a lovely light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-edna st vincent millay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* I would most likey give anything for that time of peace and quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-4905682864734589290?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4905682864734589290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=4905682864734589290' title='0 Comments'/><link 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(some photos I've taken)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgRd2dVMEI/AAAAAAAAABA/2GCEWt8aQeM/s1600-h/101_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257971769487470658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgRd2dVMEI/AAAAAAAAABA/2GCEWt8aQeM/s320/101_0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * The gate to whatever you want it to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgReNy6vbI/AAAAAAAAABI/WUKexqx6K-Y/s1600-h/101_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257971775752027570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgReNy6vbI/AAAAAAAAABI/WUKexqx6K-Y/s320/101_0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * This was the first place I ever ran away from home to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgReOy9sxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ud6XuxU-59E/s1600-h/101_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257971776020656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgReOy9sxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ud6XuxU-59E/s320/101_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * My dining room window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgReeD0GkI/AAAAAAAAABY/-HWKwr6GM50/s1600-h/101_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257971780117862978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgReeD0GkI/AAAAAAAAABY/-HWKwr6GM50/s320/101_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * My two greatest loves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgRempRhNI/AAAAAAAAABg/5kjoieJ3Ijc/s1600-h/fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257971782422463698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgRempRhNI/AAAAAAAAABg/5kjoieJ3Ijc/s320/fair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * All the madness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-9039412575364756640?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9039412575364756640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=9039412575364756640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/9039412575364756640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/9039412575364756640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-glance-into-my-world-some-photos.html' title='A small glance into my world... (some photos I&apos;ve taken)'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SPgRd2dVMEI/AAAAAAAAABA/2GCEWt8aQeM/s72-c/101_0881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-342648737795532424</id><published>2008-10-15T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:36:14.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O' these heavy bones.</title><content type='html'>... they hold this stature of a figure.&lt;br /&gt;They are the only thing that keep my feet on ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as God showed Ezekiel when He breathed life into dry bones and brought back life to those who had forsaken Him; we all have been given the chance to live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that as humans we have such a hard time grasping on to the belief of 'anything' religious? How have we gotten to the point where any mention of God, Jesus, or the Bible is politically incorrect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; believe any person is wrong or right with what they believe, I have my opinions of what i believe is truth just as anyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how is it that someone who does believe in God (and all that it implies) is looked down upon for holding to their faith and wanting to talk about it? How is it O.K that i pay to sit in a classroom and be taught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;philosophys&lt;/span&gt; from all over the world, but Christianity is never taught as a  possibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; agree with what i call "throat pushers"; people who cram religion down your throat, and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; agree with telling people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;they re&lt;/span&gt; going to hell because I feel like no one but God can justly say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get very frustrated at people who are so quick to say "Well i just cant believe in Christianity, I was never taught that as a child."  or "It just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make sense to me, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; believe in things that cant be proven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that people would research Christianity,  and make a decision for themselves instead of letting society make it for them. If its not for you than fine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; your decision to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; claim to be "too open-minded" to believe in something that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;you re&lt;/span&gt; "too closed-minded" to research...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-342648737795532424?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/342648737795532424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=342648737795532424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/342648737795532424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/342648737795532424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-these-heavy-bones.html' title='O&apos; these heavy bones.'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-132442759387296608</id><published>2008-10-08T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:40:53.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Futures made and fortunes lost...</title><content type='html'>So midterms are approaching rather too quickly i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much homework/studying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure where even to begin. (and yet here I am waisting time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i CANT WAIT to graduate college (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; been here four years &amp;amp; still have about three left) but then the thought of having to get out and face the real world scares me to death. It scares me to think that all these years of sitting in a classroom and all the hours spent studying/reading/researching.. all the thousands of dollars spent on a mediocre education would leave me on the footsteps of a job making 8 bucks an hour... which is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plausible&lt;/span&gt; since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a Journalism major, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; enjoy my job? What if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make enough income to support myself and have to resort to waiting tables the rest of my life? (Lord, i really hope not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i know i want to be in this life is a mother and a good wife, the only thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure that i will be good at and succeed in is raising/having a family... I long for the day when i can hear my kids laughing and running and playing, that unblemished beautiful sound of innocence...I know it sounds old fashion and maybe a little politically incorrect but i honestly feel that mothering is the job i was put on this Earth to do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i guess it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter what job I have or how much money I can rack up in my bank account because at the end of my life I want the thing that I am most remembered for to be my children, my family, my relationship with my husband, and the memories i have given to the people i love and am surrounded by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my career to by something i spend my entire life on, something that has benefits beyond any materialistic item, something that glorifies God and the beauty of this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my career to be my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-132442759387296608?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/132442759387296608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=132442759387296608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/132442759387296608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/132442759387296608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/futures-made-and-fortunes-lost.html' title='Futures made and fortunes lost...'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64911895813626070.post-403883036645892644</id><published>2008-10-07T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:59:45.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Inadequate Boundaries</title><content type='html'>Its everywhere around you... the pressure you feel in your head and heart. Its the feeling of losing yourself slowly to someone else's existence. Its getting lost in your world and feeling infinite within their arms. Its life in black and white. Its knowing there is more than what you can see in your narrow view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel it as the sun stings your skin on hot summer days. You can hear it running through the earth with the fall wind. You can see it flooding your world on a winters night. You can even taste it falling in the spring morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its everything everyone is too blind to see, its what everyone wishes they had but subconsciously choose not to. Its mountains, its sunrises and sunsets, its flowers and fog, its rain, snow, and heat. Its the stars, the moon, even me and even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its how we choose to view these things, its everything we do. Its our smiles and tears, laughter’s and fears. Its everything we grasp and the things we just fall short of. Its realizing sometimes comfort brings pain. Its realizing that love is only as developed as we let it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its everything we are, and everything we aren’t. Its our accomplishments. Its how many mountains we climb, how many rivers we swim, its how many oceans we see in a lifetime. Its music and the amazing inability not to feel the beats and melodies as they enter your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your memories of smells, sights and sounds. Its the hugs and smiles you share with the people around you. Its the kindness you show to complete strangers. Its staying up late and counting stars on the hood of your first loves car. Its the sound of your child’s feet running into your heart. Its their innocence and the fact that you choose to mold their view on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Life. Its Us. Its Beautiful. And its Boundless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64911895813626070-403883036645892644?l=inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/403883036645892644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64911895813626070&amp;postID=403883036645892644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/403883036645892644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64911895813626070/posts/default/403883036645892644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inadequateboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-inadequate-boundaries.html' title='Beautiful Inadequate Boundaries'/><author><name>Jennifer Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2fW8RMWHw4/SO0qfdX0VII/AAAAAAAAAAo/PqNJEuS6pdo/S220/101_0990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
