tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86090631877564419582024-02-18T22:27:10.040-08:00Life as I know it...My story, my thoughts, my randomness.
Also A closer look at my new perspectives on things. Because I learned the hard way.Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-14685908372561115602011-03-22T18:34:00.000-07:002011-03-22T18:34:36.519-07:00When in doubt... Use a Window :)So random story...<br />
Today after school I went home with a friend and we were going to pick up my purse to go out for the night when I realized I didn't have my key :( We knocked and knocked and no one came. So we had to be creative. :) She climed throught the window and saved the day :) <br />
I've been having lots of fun adventures since I've been here. <br />
I'll post more soon as I am sure they'll come :)Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-40181837346574958192011-03-18T13:50:00.000-07:002011-03-18T13:50:13.966-07:00Update :) March 2011 REXBURG IDAHOSo I am wayyyyy behind on my blogging which is probably why I continued to put it off. Haha but I need to get it done so here it goes....<br />
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I have been in Idaho for almost a month now. It has its pros, as well as it's cons. Rexburg is not anything like Reno, But I have learned there are ways to make your own fun you just need to put forth a little effort.<br />
My first day here I met my roomates.<br />
There is Cassie, Emily, And Annie. :) Already I have learned something from each of them.<br />
Cassie Shares a room with me. She is a spunky, strong-willed, fiery kinda girl. Basically everything Cassie Does is amazing. She is an addict- to her scriptures. Seriously the girl cannot get enough of them. She sits there and laughs at them. Who needs SNL when you have the humor of idiot laman and lemuel? Haha that's her point of view on it I guess :) Also Cassie is from the south. And she taught me recently how to make authentic, (black people) homeade fried chicken :) And the other day she was so sweet and brought me breakfast in bed!!! I love that girl. She's for sure an example.<br />
Emily is as well very spunky. But I think the best verb to describe Emily is frisky. I love when emily laughs. It always lifts my spirits :) She is very in touch with the spiritual as well as literal sides of things. She has a lot of life experience and is a good teacher but also a good listener. She is very in tune with people and how they are feeling. She is my pal to watch ghost movies with. When I start to freak out she always is there to comfort...Or tell me to get a spine haha :) Emily is great. She can always lighten my mood :) Not to mention she has awesome style when it comes to clothes, fashion, etc...<br />
Annie is rarely here, HOWEVER.... when she is here she is usually skyping with friend and talking in spanish. :) She is a very fun girl and she is about to go on a mission. You can tell Annie is an independant strong girl. She has taught me to be patient with relationships. Annie's latina flare makes me feel a little closer to home :)<br />
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My first day of school was great. Paul Mitchell is great. They very much contour the curriculum to your individula style of learning. Some people learn better by just listening. Some need to play with something in their hand to keep busy to pay attention. Others need a little energy boost. Ha no worries PM has it covered. Everyday on our desks are toys to play with, candy, markers, etc... Music is often played for those who learn through music. It's such a creative and fun enviroment. Lots of times someone will bust into the classroom and say " He we're dancing get out here" And we all shuffle out to spend a couple minutes improving a line dance. It's definitly a show for our clients :) We have two learning leaders (not to be called teacher) Who are the life of the Paul Mitchell party! Brigite and Courntey. Love them both. They have a lot of patience and so much knowledge. They are great! <br />
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I was having such a hard time getting up for school. And I had a blessing. It encouraged me to read my scriptures and say my prayers more consistantly. I have really been trying to focus on that. When I do read and pray I don't have a hard time getting up. I'm coming to find, when i don't i cannot function. I cannot do it on my own and it's ok to rely on the lord. I need his help. I love his help. <br />
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Friends have been great. I'm so grateful for those ones I have been able to talk to and get great advice from. I have needed their help as well. <br />
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My ward is awesome. LOTS of cute boys to keep me occupied. My bishop is outstanding and it's just a really good enviroment. <br />
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The other night in honor of sister I tried to relive her memory in Idaho and I did a hot and cold escapade. Me and a friend were in a hot tob, then we got out, and in our swimsuits rolled on the snow. It BUUUUURRRRRRNNNNEEEDDD! Most pain of my life haha. After the snow we got back into the hot tub... And I thought the first burn was bad.... This was worse. Then I turned around and realized we were being watched the whole time by a boy who was in our ward. :/ All i can say is ":/" Haha. <br />
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Tonight there is a Luao. (spell check?) For institute. Then I have some grocery shopping to do which brings me to my last subject...<br />
I overspent on my very unstrict budget. It was completely ad totally my own fault. And my parents helped me out. I miss them so very much. I miss those sundays and home cooked meals. I miss my yiddlest boy. My effort to not miss him has been an epic fail. He is the background on my screen saver. I miss that little guy. He is the best nephew ever. I miss my little brother. I called him yesterday to tell him and I think he was a little weirded out. haha. And I miss my sister Katers. And her pie too :( I miss my Ry and his sweet spirit. I miss my Brudder justin. And his Cara. I miss My Ditty!!!!! And my momma. I want a hug from my momma. I miss watching cold case with her until 3 am :(<br />
I miss my family.<br />
I miss Isaac and the Owensbys. <br />
I miss the heat. <br />
But I don't miss my old life. My old habits (some im still trying to conquer). <br />
I'm so grateful for this new start. I finally get to have the life I need and want.Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-27335240270301593002011-02-16T20:47:00.001-08:002011-02-16T20:48:44.890-08:00MessagesMessages are everywhere. So are lessons. You can be taught amazing things by almost any situation. I don't think its our lack of available lessons thats the problem. I think the problem is when we hear the messages we don't apply them. And when we take part in these lessons, we don't TRULY learn from them.<br />
Hannah LorschHannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-25986859694458803902011-02-10T03:19:00.000-08:002011-02-10T03:50:33.944-08:00Call Me Beautiful.Urban dictionary's definition of <span style="font-size: large;">HOTT</span>:<br />
Well it is innapropriate so I'm not going to put it. <br />
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Urban dictionary's definition of <span style="font-size: large;">Sexy</span>:<br />
Well when you type it in, there is a picture of a girl with almost everything hanging out. <br />
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Urban dictionary's definition of <u><em><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">Beautiful</span></strong></em></u>:<br />
Having qualities that delight the senses, especially the sense of sight, but also inner beauty-intelligence. Excellent; wonderful. Classy.<br />
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Ok so we are flirting amd you <span style="font-size: large;">want</span> to compliment me? To start <span style="font-size: x-large;">don't call me HOTT</span>. Why? Because it does NOT flatter me. Hott insinuates the idea that <span style="font-size: large;">I'm sleazy, easy, and other such things. </span><br />
Don't call me hott.<br />
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You think there are things that are attractive about me. Then say that. Don't tell me I'm sexy. Do I look like a poster from victoria secret? Do I <span style="font-size: large;">walk around in underwear</span>? Um no. So <span style="font-size: x-large;">why</span> call me sexy?<br />
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Why can't you call me beautiful?<br />
Why can't you call me gorgeous?<br />
Why must you <span style="font-size: large;">catergorize me</span> <span style="font-size: large;">as something so common place</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">as a girl who doesn't wear enough clothing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">There are enough</span> <span style="font-size: large;">easy, promiscuous</span> girls out there. <br />
Not enough <span style="font-size: x-large;">modest</span> ones.<br />
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There is plenty of skin already being shown off to the rest of the world.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'd prefer not to use mine for attention. </span><br />
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If you want something common your looking in the wrong place.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Because I'm unique. </span><br />
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I refuse to to grab your interest by using provacitive language.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I will enchant you with my intelligence.</span><br />
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I will shun your offers to act scandalously<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And accept your offer to take me to dinner</span>.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Call me <span style="font-size: large;">beautiful.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Listen to the things I say.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KJj8Re8UTLYYb-j_xwdw3LT71PJbXdlhOXESeUgXM_cUb9ra9GsPI0gdtKQJZW5h8yIwmLSxA0DGe3vAPJXOmXvFQgld1fl6T85XRMKoHKtYjSSAtGSeR0wqn_3VwttpYmyphlgqf54/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KJj8Re8UTLYYb-j_xwdw3LT71PJbXdlhOXESeUgXM_cUb9ra9GsPI0gdtKQJZW5h8yIwmLSxA0DGe3vAPJXOmXvFQgld1fl6T85XRMKoHKtYjSSAtGSeR0wqn_3VwttpYmyphlgqf54/s1600/untitled.bmp" /></a>Expect to ACTUALLY get to know me- because I AM A PERSON.</div>I'm not just a body.<br />
Notice how <span style="font-size: x-large;">Personality's root is Person</span><span style="font-size: large;">?</span><br />
If it was all about the looks then it wouldn't it be called <span style="font-size: large;">"Bodyality"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Call me gorgeous</span>.<br />
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Get to know who I am.<br />
Realize the individual I am.<br />
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Recognize the important things.<br />
Realize that in 80 years the looks will have faded. We will both be gray haired and wrinkly. The <span style="font-size: x-large;">looks will wither away</span>, but my personality won't.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #ffe599; font-size: large;">Beautiful </span>or ugly?:<br />
Kind. Sweet. Caring. Devoted. Loyal. <span style="font-size: large;">Compassionate</span>. Charitable. Friendly. Outoging. Loving. <br />
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Beautiful or <span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">ugly</span>?:<br />
Rude. Spiteful. Dishonest. Selfish. <span style="font-size: large;">Fake</span>.<br />
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Has your perception on beautiful changed yet?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Well I'm beautful, so take a good look.</span>Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-10278704032296263342011-02-10T02:07:00.000-08:002011-02-10T02:47:04.593-08:00Attention: Low Self Esteemed Young Women<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbfbGOi3AHocZhSgUn41kMeBS4VDKlq3iUTs3WC2VSwGG2QCl56sviZszdW03HFyQZ-WqNltjlO7coRDq6xrcMMoMQVua_V_cd-_3LSfeCBuZfux7eChgfOcgAGlwbLBkOPyQBLDFvic/s1600/sad+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbfbGOi3AHocZhSgUn41kMeBS4VDKlq3iUTs3WC2VSwGG2QCl56sviZszdW03HFyQZ-WqNltjlO7coRDq6xrcMMoMQVua_V_cd-_3LSfeCBuZfux7eChgfOcgAGlwbLBkOPyQBLDFvic/s1600/sad+girl.jpg" /></a></div><br />
FACT: Every girl wants that perfect guy. <br />
FACT:But we must remember that every guy wants an awesome girl. <br />
HYPOTHESIS: Girls who don't repsect themselves won't reach their full potential of awesomeness.<br />
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COME ON GIRLS! Show yourself a lil RESPECT!!!!<br />
This is from an actual experience with an actual girl.<br />
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So I call my boyfriend who I had not been dating long(now exboyfriend) and a girl answers the phone and tells me to bug off because she is now with my boyfriend. I hang up. <br />
Ok WHAT?! Rewind!!!! First off, when did my boyfriend decide to delete me from his life?! And WHY did he not tell me?!?!?!<br />
Answer: He is a cheater face. Mean, Selfish, and not to be trusted. Also Obviously LAME for not doing it himself. Can anybody say coward??<br />
1 minute after the phone call I feel angry. Mad. Frustrated.<br />
2 minutes after I feel sad and hurt. <br />
3 minutes after I wonder why the heck I dated such an OBVIOUS loser. <br />
4 minutes later I get a text from the girl, on a different number.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_P4EIcXXSaD-4vqgjSCnUIChRpELbNuNsT9amHJ_Qeli2vieNn5FF3jJHe7tAjXfLqgEkl7cU95WzA7Dy401kemNZGQwvpmL8LUEqs1fPweh-LtKcwmmkfCC6q7fP1EDyt-5deaDVdDk/s1600/text.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_P4EIcXXSaD-4vqgjSCnUIChRpELbNuNsT9amHJ_Qeli2vieNn5FF3jJHe7tAjXfLqgEkl7cU95WzA7Dy401kemNZGQwvpmL8LUEqs1fPweh-LtKcwmmkfCC6q7fP1EDyt-5deaDVdDk/s1600/text.jpg" /></a></div>Text from girl: Who R u and y r u trying to talk to my man?!<br />
My reply: Um sorry my mistake.<br />
Text from girl: No really who are you?<br />
My reply: Well aparently now im his EX girlfriend. So you have nothing to worry about.<br />
Text from girl: So you two were dating?<br />
My reply: obviously.<br />
Text from girl: For how long?<br />
My reply: I really don't want to talk to you. I don't know you and you were really mean to me on the phone.<br />
Text from girl: I'm sorry I'm just super uspet right now. I can't believe this.<br />
My reply: Well I'm sorry but I think we were both being played. <br />
Text from girl: This sucks. Sorry for being mean.<br />
My reply: It's understandable I would do the same thing.<br />
Text from girl: I'm like totally sad now.<br />
My reply: Well I'm not going to have anything to do with him anymore so he's all yours.<br />
Text from girl: Yeah I am so done with him too!<br />
My reply: SMart girl. He is obviously NOT good enough for either of us.<br />
Text from girl: Ok. Well Thanks for the info. Good luck to you.<br />
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I thought that was the end of it. But a few days later she is sending me texts again. <br />
Text from girl: He keeps calling me and trying to apologize.<br />
(Funny thing- he was calling me too! I don't know what about because I wouldn't asnwer. hmm wonder what he wanted to say. lol)<br />
Me: Look not to be rude, but I kind a want out of this situation. <br />
Text from girl: Well I was just wondering if you could tell me all of the mean things he may have said about me so I won't be tempted to talk to him. <br />
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Ok... This is what I am referring to. How sad is it that this girl ASKED to be HURT!!! She wanted to know things that would hurt her feelings so she would not be tempted to talk to Mr. Cheater face!!!! No! The reason this upsets me is if the girl had enough self respect she would have dropped this dude. Her repellant to him should nto have to be mean things he has said about her ON TOP of the fact that he cheated. Isn't the fact that he used, cheated, and played her enough?<br />
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Can't young women love themselves enough to do things a little differently?<br />
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First, try and be selective as to whom you date. YOU DESERVE THE BEST. YOU CAN GET THE BEST. And if you feel like you are not at this moment worthy for the best- improve upon those things that are holding you back!!!!!<br />
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Also, when you do get involved with the wrong guy, when he screws you over, toss him aside and never look back. Because as soon as you look back, It's kinda like you will see a sad, orphaned puppy.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And have the respect for yourself to leave him because you can do better. Because he didn't treat you right. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Men have it easy sometimes. They get to act tough. For most, It is part of their make up. But girls- we can be tough too! We can be strong! We can toss the losers aside and have our happily ever afters. There is hope!!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have had my share of cheater-faces. I have had my share of bad boy experiences. But what I have learned is that I'm worth WAY too much to be jerked around. </div><br />
On the brighter side- I don't care who you are, what you have done. IT DOESN'T matter. EVERY girl is a princess and deserves to be treated like one.<br />
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I just hope us girls can be strong when it comes to guys. I hope we can remember our INFINITE worth. <br />
LOVE YOURSELF LADIES!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBEu-Q5VrFC0PWOHxYiqguL8Bt473WqXQG-Xi8GBEVh0qCGqlslZ4i2MvmPTc43203L-UWo081YUndbqWboFyCbVPKp8Utg-tCkQNdQxnBWIBRPbY8_J2zqk99mpdX_2kgiNHefodTjo/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBEu-Q5VrFC0PWOHxYiqguL8Bt473WqXQG-Xi8GBEVh0qCGqlslZ4i2MvmPTc43203L-UWo081YUndbqWboFyCbVPKp8Utg-tCkQNdQxnBWIBRPbY8_J2zqk99mpdX_2kgiNHefodTjo/s320/love.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Because I'm worth it.Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-35470523851523264352011-02-08T02:56:00.000-08:002011-02-08T02:56:36.514-08:00Call It Scandalous!What the heck is Valentines day all about? What's the history behind it? well to sum it up...<br />
"Legend has it that Valentine was a priest who served during third century Rome. There was an Emperor at that time by the name of Claudius II. Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those that were married. With this thought in mind he outlawed marriage for young men in hopes of building a stronger military base. Supposedly, Valentine, decided this decree just wasn't fair and chose to marry young couples secretly. When Emperor Claudius II found out about Valentine's actions he had him put to death."<br />
<a href="http://holidays.kaboose.com/valentines-day/history/val-history.html"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://holidays.kaboose.com/valentines-day/history/val-history.html</span></a><br />
Ok so it's a day devoted to forbidden love? That's what I got from it. I don't that was a very practical or even neccesary way of thinking. However it caused me to think of other old ways of thinkning that I believe the world would be better to observe again. <br />
Let's rewind to the early 1900's.<br />
"A typical couple in the early 1900's did a little something called "courting".<br />
Courting wasn't something young people did merely for a good time; it was a serious family business proposition. Surprisingly, the main players in the marriage process often weren't just the bride and groom; they were the parents of the bride and groom. "<br />
<a href="http://www.verticalthought.org/issues/vt02/historydating.htm"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://www.verticalthought.org/issues/vt02/historydating.htm</span></a><br />
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Whoa. Ok thats a little different. First of all I don't know a ton of teenagers today that actively discuss and involve their parents when it comes to the person he or she may be dating. And also it's funny to think if dating were looked at the same way today as it was then, that it seems 2nd graders would be discussing marriage- because aparently people in second grade these days have somewhat serious relationships. /:( <br />
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Now now, I'm not saying that everyone needs to get married right away. Really what I'm reffering to is how the boys treated the girls. Chivalry was far from dead. <br />
A girl was asked on a date and the date was formal. She was treated like a queen (as all women should be treated.) Doors were opened for her, she was given his jacket if it got chilly, and he always went to go get her her drink. <br />
Also, I believe most of the time back then, the boys would nto kiss until like the 5th or 6th date. And sex? Ha yeah right.<br />
<br />
However my main point that I'm trying to get to (AND NOT TO BE HYPOCRITICAL) But I think sex back then was totally treated differently. Those who had sex before marriage were considered scandalous, wild, and unmannered. It makes me sad to think how easlily accpeted, and widespread premarital sex has become today. I'm OBVIOUSLY not one to speak considering I have had a baby, BUT now that I'm in a better place, and now that I have looked back, I wish i would not have been one to so easily accept it. <br />
I say call premarital sex scandalous! I say don't let something that should be special between two people be an activity to cure boredom. I say stop facilitating a place for your son to bring his girlfriend to spend the night. I understand that people have their ability to choose-So elminating this issue is impossible. But just don't make it so easy. <br />
Just sayin.Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-71474144362705628712011-02-08T02:27:00.000-08:002011-02-08T02:27:29.277-08:00What A girl Wants: A list of things any girl wants. Why? Because It's almost V-day so here are some hints.<ol><li>Diamonds. :)</li>
<li>Kisses</li>
<li>Sweet nothings</li>
<li>Forhead kisses</li>
<li>More diamonds.</li>
<li>A boy who listens, but also sometimes a boy who talks. I love it when guys are vulnerable and just tell you their feelings :) aww so adorable!</li>
<li>At this point I'd go for a saphire, I need a break from diamonds.</li>
<li>Shoes</li>
<li>CHOCOLATE</li>
<li>Back to diamonds</li>
<li>A trip to disneyland!</li>
<li>Chocolate covered macadamia nuts with carmel :)))))))))))</li>
<li>hugs</li>
<li>And best of all, Maybe an "I love you".</li>
</ol>More valentines posts to come.Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-4204495958574328502011-02-08T02:21:00.000-08:002011-02-08T02:21:58.628-08:00Ode to Cara:Tonight I REALLY love Cara. I just do. <br />
No one needs to know my reasons.<br />
All people need to know is she is...<br />
AMAZING.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILcEYJ9Q2lAEc2padJ60PkBs1_lbqLoKADvq9dbY4fxD7BEKWojrY-bZ5Vtl3rbCQPc9kL4L8RH5acBSviQsuE8EclHTov59L3rFhmnVOHCvyBsaoOLmEEp3c_SQPlo6NgOfIt-8HU6k/s1600/cara.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILcEYJ9Q2lAEc2padJ60PkBs1_lbqLoKADvq9dbY4fxD7BEKWojrY-bZ5Vtl3rbCQPc9kL4L8RH5acBSviQsuE8EclHTov59L3rFhmnVOHCvyBsaoOLmEEp3c_SQPlo6NgOfIt-8HU6k/s320/cara.bmp" width="215" /></a></div>Cara is such a good listener. I love that I can confide in her without fear of judgement. I love her advice. And I love how she treats my brudder. I'm so glad they are together. And if for no other reason, simply for the fact that they are so darn adorable together!!!!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxsl8yh4A8becUtk4qXC_8aE7cAy6shAZ4t5Hyj1WpNyLkc9wIrMEsLOsTdVrutR-_m45ZmC4KQuCj0T64vSeiuYAdR8Au4OUSHZ6kCu6x82n1M74DxV1lzQjFd0iYI2fJUyFMa52XO4/s1600/cara+and+jsutin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxsl8yh4A8becUtk4qXC_8aE7cAy6shAZ4t5Hyj1WpNyLkc9wIrMEsLOsTdVrutR-_m45ZmC4KQuCj0T64vSeiuYAdR8Au4OUSHZ6kCu6x82n1M74DxV1lzQjFd0iYI2fJUyFMa52XO4/s320/cara+and+jsutin.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I vote yes!<br />
I love You Cara Fun K.<br />
:)<br />
Love,<br />
HannahHannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-24648917198161900382011-02-06T15:39:00.000-08:002011-02-06T15:39:32.431-08:00I Remember...<ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dance class with Ms. Christy in her basement. My little black leotard.</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Disney movies like the Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, Little mermaid, and the Mighty Ducks!</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sledding down the big hill at our first house</span></li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Going to grandma L's house and getting jolly rancher sticks from a mug.</span></li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">riding the ferry</span></li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">KL2 (the band me and Kaz created)</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Playing regular Nintendo, then being excited fro N64! Star fox!</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">the big trade of candy after Halloween</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">hiking lower Lena lake with dad in sandals</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Family reunions at the lake with the newts: /</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">spending the night with my cousins Breanna and Melony </span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">the pellet stove</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">the porch</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">the garage being flooded</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">making home videos</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">getting mad that Patrick got a lot of attention because he was a baby</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">going over to aunt Kris’s house and playing with the animals</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">going to my uncle who was my dentist</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">our giant white toy box</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">the gummy sack that ate our toys if we didn't pick them up</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Easter egg hunts </span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">picking blackberries from the backyard</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">the shed with old paint in it</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">bonfires</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Parents turning music on really loud throughout the house on Saturdays to get us all up and cleaning.</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Running up grandpa F's legs to do a flip</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">playing hide and seek with he cousins</span></li>
</ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Those are all things I remember. :)</span></div>Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-65228241413782687032011-02-06T15:01:00.000-08:002011-02-06T15:01:47.695-08:00Yiddlest Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXu3m4kZpjtm_g7pSroLMw8oJlIEhOUSHtiBCCOZRqAWxp_MdPVrJYkPswpL2uiZ1mO5sWnRqJWNHIhLW7MhBj6INitd0SHHeCCwARK7MbSx4NfRisSZwi3vyq4QBpTfi3XwB2FsK3QC8/s1600/Tommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXu3m4kZpjtm_g7pSroLMw8oJlIEhOUSHtiBCCOZRqAWxp_MdPVrJYkPswpL2uiZ1mO5sWnRqJWNHIhLW7MhBj6INitd0SHHeCCwARK7MbSx4NfRisSZwi3vyq4QBpTfi3XwB2FsK3QC8/s400/Tommy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
I love when you come over<br />
and sit upon my lap<br />
I love it how your eyes light up<br />
When your happy, when you clap<br />
<br />
I love the little sounds you make<br />
to try and talk with me<br />
I think it's cute when you're uspet<br />
Cuz there's no need to be<br />
<br />
I love your big blue Tommy eyes<br />
and your lashes oh so dark<br />
You look so great in pictures<br />
Just see the ones from at the park!<br />
<br />
I love it how you study me <br />
with those giant sky blue eyes<br />
I love it how you giggle<br />
when you get a big suprise<br />
<br />
I love it how you stare <br />
at anything that shines<br />
I love it how you contemplate<br />
when just staring at the blinds!<br />
<br />
Tommy you have helped me lots<br />
by showing me your love!<br />
The best yiddle boy aunti Hannah could have<br />
You are so peaceful like a dove!<br />
<br />
:)Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-12238878866204633622011-02-06T14:15:00.000-08:002011-02-06T14:40:14.106-08:00Following My Yellow Brick Road...<table cellpadding="0" class="cf hr" style="height: 1707px; width: 609px;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Despite the familiarity of life in Kansas, Dorothy <br />
wondered what life offered beyond the bounds of her <br />
experience—she wondered what was "over the rainbow." "</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Often, a person has to reach some sort of impasse in their <br />
life to spur them to begin their own spiritual journey. <br />
We must face the challenges of the spiritual journey, much <br />
like Dorothy confronted her own demons <br />
("lions and tigers and bears, oh my!"). "</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZXZPSyZeNfVAlWZ9-Bxq2HmyM0dMMCdi0lOIpYYERlTThrZ0aU-ibwEZSNxBI-bNa9tkKWbY5yUnA8CUGsGK9p-4taySiS6e0gXM6HLNvEdtiSOjCAE0li2TMaGjPZ74tkwssSXR9Sc/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZXZPSyZeNfVAlWZ9-Bxq2HmyM0dMMCdi0lOIpYYERlTThrZ0aU-ibwEZSNxBI-bNa9tkKWbY5yUnA8CUGsGK9p-4taySiS6e0gXM6HLNvEdtiSOjCAE0li2TMaGjPZ74tkwssSXR9Sc/s1600/shoes.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Very soon I'm leaving my warm, sunny little farm<br />
in "Kansas" to head to a dungeon of iceicles. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Why?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Beacuse I'm following my own yellow brick road. <br />
And rather than trying to see what's over the raindbow, <br />
I'm in search of my own. I think to have my own rainbow <br />
I would be content. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I'm traveling down my yellow brick road! <br />
I'm sure there will be Lions, And Tigers, And Bears<br />
(Oh my!) Along the way... but I'm ready for them. </div><div style="text-align: left;">And what does Lion number one look like?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIYMwNP0xG10D37ZY81N-dBUIbJkXejRMoWZ0dAOWgUsVglyORBlzE5olQonEIrpqAVR7VqgKzKmX5Mt6YdfnOlUzQ32cmRFNiZLXGUTvZRORQHoS_esCNjzjaiV_8CV01afhyphenhyphenbtEo38/s1600/snow.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIYMwNP0xG10D37ZY81N-dBUIbJkXejRMoWZ0dAOWgUsVglyORBlzE5olQonEIrpqAVR7VqgKzKmX5Mt6YdfnOlUzQ32cmRFNiZLXGUTvZRORQHoS_esCNjzjaiV_8CV01afhyphenhyphenbtEo38/s1600/snow.bmp" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">SNOW.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cold, BELOW Freezing, wet, white, fluffy, <br />
(Maybe slushy) SNOW.</div><div style="text-align: left;">As opposed to....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUNdpCgcXhRcgK45nUEOwXqn3WykrLHJldkulCB8LsPRos2wORusZHY7wk6YyMlG_aUv-5cKqly4ymIe249oz2-C0oPk9yQq7Xvee7YfDrtY4rxvPsJ2UBT-bK1YpG1R8F4Vmheb841w/s1600/cactus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUNdpCgcXhRcgK45nUEOwXqn3WykrLHJldkulCB8LsPRos2wORusZHY7wk6YyMlG_aUv-5cKqly4ymIe249oz2-C0oPk9yQq7Xvee7YfDrtY4rxvPsJ2UBT-bK1YpG1R8F4Vmheb841w/s1600/cactus.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">My HOT, dry, dusty, cactus filled, barren desert.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It will be QUITE the change for me. </div><div style="text-align: left;">The weather change I will be experiencing should <br />
count as 4 lions. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My Tigers...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Goodbye friends....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdj4DgIrXdXzQOqG3ApExW3w3FffRsqOuz7lBz3AE0x0D-MlKEaQPl87RQ6WjdHU8KXpRRLtm5tShpqGRlXOAOHkznfI-qg5z0ogRTqWQQ5iVF4fol58byBOasx0xPEuL2RY873815Y4/s1600/silly+willy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdj4DgIrXdXzQOqG3ApExW3w3FffRsqOuz7lBz3AE0x0D-MlKEaQPl87RQ6WjdHU8KXpRRLtm5tShpqGRlXOAOHkznfI-qg5z0ogRTqWQQ5iVF4fol58byBOasx0xPEuL2RY873815Y4/s320/silly+willy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCnGCrJMoLDQK2-EXfhUkJHhihP4o6jxCtBO0DmvKBtO6lYliwYwP5kcbszvB12AbHZJBIyZP3vN3Q6imGACCGVPQLBzFKUElaf8S3cYR_XhsblhOFEFWXccqqlL1tapNx2Pbk8RsgHk/s1600/friends+yo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCnGCrJMoLDQK2-EXfhUkJHhihP4o6jxCtBO0DmvKBtO6lYliwYwP5kcbszvB12AbHZJBIyZP3vN3Q6imGACCGVPQLBzFKUElaf8S3cYR_XhsblhOFEFWXccqqlL1tapNx2Pbk8RsgHk/s320/friends+yo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">50 Tigers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">My bears....</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm going to miss these people VERY VERY MUCH!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And.....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">OH MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's enough to make anyone dislike wild animals. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My family has been wonderful I'm going to miss sundays <br />
when everyone gathers at the house and we have dinner <br />
together and gawk at my amazing little nephew tommy. <br />
I'm going to miss my grandma and her sweet little self <br />
making me clean up after dinner. I'm going to miss Ryan <br />
and Katie and how much they adore each other. I'm going <br />
to miss Katies chocolate pie. And Ryan playing with tommy.<br />
I''m going to miss my yiddlest boy Tommy. I'm going to miss <br />
him giving me kisses and trying to play wiht my phone and the<br />
other millions of adorable things he does. I'm goign to miss <br />
my brudder and his girlfriend and how sick their love makes me. <br />
I'm going to miss my little brother, who is such a good kid. <br />
I'm going to miss picking on him, and watchign him flex to <br />
show off his muscles. I'm going to miss my daddy.<br />
I'm going to miss the accute attention he pays to whether<br />
or not chores are <em>really </em>done. (ok that's a lie i wont miss that.) <br />
But I will miss his goofyness. And his falcon tips. And i'll miss<br />
his example of being a hard worker. And last but not least I<br />
will miss my momma. I will miss her hugs. I will miss all her <br />
help and her good advice. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Missing them will be that giant grizzly bear from the Disney <br />
movie "the fox and the hound".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1xMNyR6fss">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1xMNyR6fss</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Scary I know.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But amidst the ferocious trials I'm going to face in leaving...<br />
I will be one step closer to my rainbow.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So February 26th I'm heading off. I'm gonna need a killer <br />
pair of red heels for this advetnure. SHOPPING TIME!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">:) Wish me luck.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Both Quotes taken from</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://www.turnmeondeadman.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=56&Itemid=69</span></div></td><>There's no place like home... </></></></></></></></></></></></></tr>
</tbody></table>Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-47616278212008320582011-02-06T01:06:00.000-08:002011-02-06T01:06:36.631-08:00In numbers...<3<br />
<br />
There is 1 single little face that makes me want to be better...<br />
There are 2 beautiful eyes that make me want to be sweeter.,,<br />
There are 3 other people in his eternal family...<br />
There are 4 <u><em>million</em></u> times a day I think about him...<br />
There are 5 letters in his name...<br />
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I love you my little boo :)<br />
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but the food looks pretty rad AND is... oh my. There are <em>no words</em>. Mmmmmmmmm. Just thinking about it.... Ahh :) Delish.<br />
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Anyway, after a filling night of fish, fun, and family we headed home. I helped Patrick with a school assignment. It was a goooood night :)Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-53888081493433954242011-01-24T14:05:00.000-08:002011-01-24T14:16:42.945-08:00Letter To Kaysh<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">So one of my best friend’s names is Kaylee. She and Laura equally share the title "Best Friend". However this post is about Kaylee. Why? Because she is my hero. </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgtiqIR7NlPaNhlj4hOchGFL5scu6gU8kBV1qHppI3PTHdtyalgNj2YSQRcE-7SNLbavJAvVtNf_U-c7_3jh8tQROZkxiEM-lcENWuKMbq6SPKltEjsZ3tkNz_Dglbl77yPUcU0wGADQ/s1600/Kaylee+bw+sepia+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgtiqIR7NlPaNhlj4hOchGFL5scu6gU8kBV1qHppI3PTHdtyalgNj2YSQRcE-7SNLbavJAvVtNf_U-c7_3jh8tQROZkxiEM-lcENWuKMbq6SPKltEjsZ3tkNz_Dglbl77yPUcU0wGADQ/s320/Kaylee+bw+sepia+105.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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Kaylee has had her struggles just like everyone, but what sets her apart is her strength and wisdom when it comes to dealing with them. She is... Beautiful. Inside AND out. She is the perfect combo of brains, attitude, kindness, and fun. I look up to her so much. </span><br />
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I spend the night often at the Hulsey girl's homes and am always humbled by watching Kaylee, to see the quiet acts of just... obedience she shows. For example, while I am in the room with her, whittling my life away on Facebook, I look over and she is usually doing one of two things... Working on her homework, OR studying and marking up her scriptures. She does it because it makes her happy. I wish I was more like her. I wish I, first of all had the attention span for homework, and the desire she has to be good, to be obedient. Last night was just one of many nights where I have looked at that girl and just loved who she is, and wished I were more like her. </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ7bu38KmMkvIA-JQeljoTht4GF47y5adJWhNlFl8YoybvkRWqQa3tHLnOw9jWp0UTvYYKPp0JFmOjULc7ZviE1cHgVRESf_BLIEBRyVo8sWX3s6JzCgWqDkToc1ttoBNUGXr1jhc-K6o/s1600/Kaylee+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ7bu38KmMkvIA-JQeljoTht4GF47y5adJWhNlFl8YoybvkRWqQa3tHLnOw9jWp0UTvYYKPp0JFmOjULc7ZviE1cHgVRESf_BLIEBRyVo8sWX3s6JzCgWqDkToc1ttoBNUGXr1jhc-K6o/s320/Kaylee+032.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJ7xp7R29RTiaTmqiN4cVuLZwcxwYE_1q_ZD69zB6K9CCPAtO_8AInEJFhFczEE-4qzfD9RNsHsPIbXXUxLdAjCFxsZjaOxaAbaeuD3w3jXBTlY-tlmKIQ_W3fQhj1Wd5vHvhfNjHOVc/s1600/Kaylee+053.jpg"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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</div>Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-11181785634355110482011-01-24T04:46:00.000-08:002011-02-16T20:46:07.134-08:00My Bucket List :)I have decided rather than continuing to look back at my past, it's time to plan for my future more fully. I have spent way too much time dwelling on an ugly past that I forgot to realize I can make such a beautiful future. Therefore, I have created my little bucket list. :) Anyone who can help me accomplish anything on it, I need all the help I can get! <br />
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*Attend a major sporting event, such as the Olympics, a super bowl, something like that. Why is this important to me? Well, it’s not. I feel like I need to embrace the sporting world and find the magic that the other 3 billion people in the world find in it.<br />
*Swim with a dolphin. Why? Because dolphins were my favorite animal for the longest time. And it would be freaking sweet. Not to mention it would make a cool Facebook profile pic :) Haha<br />
*Be an extra in a film. That would be so fun.<br />
*Meet a prophet. Always wanted to. Tried once with my mom... didn't happen.<br />
*Go ice skating. Never done it :/<br />
*Make a pie- WITHOUT burning it.<br />
*Attend an art show. <br />
* Write a list of all my happy memories that I can remember-maybe my blog will help me accomplish this.<br />
* Write a book. A biography on someone else.<br />
*Write a song. With music. Ugh. That one is going to be hard.<br />
*Kiss Taylor Lautner. Please?<br />
*Design my own wedding dress.<br />
*Go to a concert. Again- never have.<br />
*Put my foot in every Ocean.<br />
*Invent... something Haha<br />
*Ride a camel.<br />
* Take a picture kissing a frog with a crown on my head :)<br />
*Get married<br />
* Send a message in a bottle into the ocean.<br />
*Be the member of a T.V. audience<br />
*Sing in front of hundreds of people<br />
*Raft the Grand Canyon.<br />
*Create a birth mother scholarship. A GOOD ONE.<br />
*Try REAL golf. : /<br />
*Run a marathon.<br />
*Create a Young Women Empowerment Group. This one is so naive girls such as how I once was will be more informed about the things that can happen in relationships. That way they can better choose the kinds of relationships they choose to get into or not get into.<br />
* tag something in public :/ Without it being illegal... is that possible?<br />
*Own a pair of 500 dollar heels.<br />
*Be completely blonde. Yikes.... :0<br />
*Take a picture with a hot boy by the Eiffel Tower :) SO excited for this one!!!!!<br />
*Go to Sea World<br />
*Go to Disneyland 5 more times. Or Disneyworld. Whichever. <br />
*Go on a cruise<br />
* Learn how to play "a thousand miles" by Vanessa Carlton <br />
*See the norhtern lights in person<br />
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Now I may or may not get to do all these things... But if I even get to do like half, I'll consider my life totally exciting :)Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-5968852684553409442011-01-22T17:05:00.000-08:002011-01-22T17:05:18.726-08:00Letter To Justin TimberlakeDear Justin...<br />
I really think you made N*sync totally rock. And I love your curls. And Tearin Up My Heart is and forever will be my favorite song. I really, REALLY like it. I will put it on my blog as theme music until my next post. Thank you for making the best song- ever. <br />
Sincerely,<br />
Hannah ;)Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-53830574426597537452011-01-21T22:41:00.000-08:002011-01-21T22:41:51.834-08:00Goals For 20111. Make my list of goals. -This is one is so I already do something on my list., like a boost of encouragement, because after I finish this list, my list is done! :) Therefore, crossing off the first thing on my list. :)<br />
2. CAR!!!! And Begin School at Paul Mitchell by March.<br />
3. Job :/<br />
4. Increase my vocabulary by learning one new word a month. January's word is... Imbue. This means to endow.<br />
5. Run every night.<br />
6. Stop drinking Mountain Dew.<br />
7. Work on my talents at least one a week. <br />
8. Blog once a week.<br />
9. MOVE OUT!!!!!!!<br />
10. Pay off that stupid ticket. <br />
11. Make it to church every week. For all 3 hours.... (haha this starts as of now.)<br />
12. Learn how to cook without burning stuff. <br />
13. Budget my money. :/ hard. <br />
14. Maybe I'll add more later. This is enough for now. :)<br />
LataHannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-76834285143146996952011-01-21T01:49:00.000-08:002011-01-21T01:58:21.810-08:00She Rox My Socks.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="bodybold"><span class="body">A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold">-Arnold H. Glasow</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwd_XIzn0EKD46otgsCqcKKMzj8ETGoap9RF4dHBOqAeyAolBqCFQ0BiCe3ReHwalop5B_et7wXzfqoSJrY_g49QrZxLLMIs0B7MW7xF4Fwd6yHhJ-Uh86s4Krr9KfzODkRMzTOzmHWA/s1600/roxxxxxx.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwd_XIzn0EKD46otgsCqcKKMzj8ETGoap9RF4dHBOqAeyAolBqCFQ0BiCe3ReHwalop5B_et7wXzfqoSJrY_g49QrZxLLMIs0B7MW7xF4Fwd6yHhJ-Uh86s4Krr9KfzODkRMzTOzmHWA/s320/roxxxxxx.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>I love roxanne.<br />
She never wanted anything but what was best for me. <br />
She was...a True friend.Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-49262692493225354192011-01-21T01:39:00.000-08:002011-01-21T01:39:34.994-08:00How I Feel About My Parents: A Public, Official, Statement.<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">My parents are brave. SO so brave. </span><span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I think the only thing comparable to having a nightmare is watching someone else go through one. There is only so much that one can do to save someone who is falling of a cliff. If the person falling doesn't make enough effort to help themselves, it's unlikely they will make it back up, even with the help of others. And those who help have to be careful so that they aren't pulled over as well. </span><span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">That's what I think of when it comes to my parents. I was falling off a cliff and they were trying to save me. Those two resorted to every solution they thought possible. To not give them credit for that is heartless. I think there were times I tried my best to get back up from falling, but maybe those were the times my parents needed to take a rest from pulling me up. The timing between efforts just never seemed to work out. </span><span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">But I know they tried. I know my parents LOVE me. More than I will ever, <em><span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">ever</span></em> know.</span><span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";"> They are brave for sticking around as long as they have. They are amazing. And I LOVE THEM. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";">After my pregnancy became public news, I heard there were people who really treated my parents badly about it. I cannot explain how much that hurt. My choice that led to becoming pregnant was MY CHOICE. From the very beginning. It was not fair that my parents were blamed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";">There of course have been things I didn't like. Ways of parenting that I would do differently. BUT... who cares. People are always going to have different ideas and views. It does not make anyone’s more correct than any others. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";">My mother is a strong, amazing woman. I cannot convey he amount of times that her inspiring words have helped me to make a good choice, when I otherwise would not have. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";">My Dad is a hard worker. He keeps the memories in my mind of childhood colorful because of his goofy ways. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";">They are amazing people. And I just want everyone to know this is what I think of them. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Kristen ITC";">I love you Mom and Dad. FOREVER.</span>Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-32014358882082375902011-01-21T01:07:00.000-08:002011-01-21T01:12:45.420-08:00Explaining My Poem<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I used a lot of metaphors and imagery in my writing so readers could visualize the feelings I was experiencing, and the things I was remembering at the time I wrote.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">For instance when I talk about the self inflicted wounds that is describing a time in my life when I would self sabotage because I didn't know how else to release the pain I was feeling. Since that time I have developed coping skills that have kept me from dealing with pain in that way. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">When I talk about my need to adjust and becoming callused I'm referring to times that I no longer could be afraid of life. It's almost like knowing you are about to walk through fire, your are scared...but you have to do it anyway, because if you don't you will never get to the other side of the room. You become hard after experiences like that. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Losing my innocence refers to me no longer being naive. I came to a point in my life where I could not afford to be trusting for my own good. In order to protect myself from things I felt others in my life should have protected me from all along. People who had promised they would do so, but obviously did not follow through with that promise.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The next part describes my relationship with an ex boyfriend who I became pregnant by. I liken it to a fairytale because that's what our relationship was to me at the time. I go on to explain how I feel the romance caused my relationships with my family to slip. Sometimes it still feels like its slipping. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Later in the poem I describe the adoption of my son and my feelings with that. However, I don't like to elaborate on that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">When I talk about the rugs I am trying to explain that my messy life seems to overlap onto others. And that’s not fun for me, OR my family. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">So I would run away. And this is a literal reference. I moved to Utah and ended up on the streets for a while. I could not handle being in the world I was in back in AZ. Life on the streets, being homeless...Is beyond scary. It's such a hard life style to live. I talked about trying to find love even in situations like that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Then I describe my anger towards religion. (Which by the way did not last long, eventually I realized it was my faith that was keeping me going.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Then I question if everything is my fault. Or Others...Or both. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I talk about later as being a "toy" towards others. This is referring to men who have used me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Then I get into some spiritual thoughts. About faith that I can be saved through Christ. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I talk about my angels, people in my life who have made it so I could go on even when times were way hard. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Among them are my parents, my closest friends, church leaders, and my son and his family.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Later I go on to wonder if I my brain am just messed up from everything I have experienced. Or I wonder if the clutter is a result of an unstable life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The rest of the lines were about my thoughts... and how at times they can be overwhelming, and they race. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The last line is to clarify thought that I know there is hope for me. There is hope for me; there is hope for those who have it harder than me. There is ALWAYS hope for everyone.</span>Hannah Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04543674471574464674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609063187756441958.post-83614044152164963582011-01-20T23:45:00.000-08:002011-01-20T23:49:50.968-08:00Welcome To Post Number One! :)Post number one... It has to be epic right? I mean it's the first post on my blog. Ever! There will never be another first. So I have decided to post a poem I wrote last night. Iwas triggered to write it when I found out a guy I had been dating was married. Yeah. Like...really? It started as a rant of pain and slowly turned into a puddle of all my thoughts. Please note this is how I think when I'm upset... So it's suppsoed to be sad. It does get into some pretty personal stuff, but I'm not ashamed. I'm not ashamed of my life.<br />
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It's Not O.K.<br />
By Hannah Marie<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s not ok. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is what people would need to know</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To understand my pain.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pain. Pain that caused…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Insanity- that kept me from moving on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My life, my ordeals, my joys that were also pains,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My heartache,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My despair,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My Sadness. Overwhelming… a constant penetration at my soul.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your heartache-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>YOUR despair that cut me, stung me, and made me hurt more.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Creating a whirlwind of ugly. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My once so picturesque life now splattered… </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With the blood of self inflicted wounds</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Running, dripping 'round my wrist</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A permanent reminder of </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anguish. Now there are scars, piercing the once porcelain delicate skin.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Loss of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hope</i>… Complete fear engulfed me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fear that was overcome by a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">NEED</i> to adjust. It callused over.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Making me hard.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mean.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Losing innocence so I could protect myself from things others,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Others <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">should…</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">S<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hould</i> have protected me from.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Promised they would protect me from.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Next, A romance no one understood.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Beating me up from the inside out</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Like an eerie storm corrupting and destroying everything!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">EVERYTHING!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Everything in my path,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The things I held most dear-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I clasped my hands around them trying to keep them from falling</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But they slipped.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And I always watched them slip…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Continually even to this day I watch them slip!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They torpedo down to an end that only the blind can see</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is a never ending nightmare.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A nightmare created <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>by a fairytale<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that I thought-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">THOUGHT I had.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A fairytale that took a wicked twist…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A sick, wrong… tormenting twist.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Where drugs… and ego were the knight in shining armor’s only desire. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not his damsel in distress. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Who waited. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">WAITED!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Day after day after day in dragging agony. In distress.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Distress.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She waited for him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Everyone told her to stop but she had faith in him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She built a life with her thoughts…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her home was a castle… adorned with the peace she could never find.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her prince and her would be there in the castle forever.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She became enchanted… hypnotized, and obsessed by the impossible.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She waited for her dream to come true. Her impossible dream.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Waiting became fruitless.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She conceived new ideas to fix her perfect…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But not so perfect</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Intoxicating fantasy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And upon impulsive acts…..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Acts that were forbidden but seemingly her only hope,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She created with him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Together they created a child to whom he wanted nothing </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">NOTHING</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But to use the child as a trophy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Though he was NEVER a trophy in his mothers eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her eyes…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Those eyes that saw others in lights they could not themselves</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">LIGHT</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She saw.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She saw in all.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Always giving too much compassion. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Too much LOVE</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">LOVE. She gave it and gave it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But love was never enough. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Except to save the one thing left that she could value.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her son.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I let him go. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And it hurt.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It hurts…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is ever going. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is not an event…but a process.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A process where a flawed daughter</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cannot make amends.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She cannot fix it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She cannot patch others</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">AND THEIR HURT…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s agonizing to watch ur mistakes unraveling </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unraveling like a soiled rug all over everyones perfect little lives….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Leaving marks… traces, EVERYWHERE you go.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So she runs. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She runs to…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ANYWHERE?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anywhere. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because really it doesn’t matter does it?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She finds herself in a new world. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A world that does not allow fear.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All it will accept is lies.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">LIES and wrong ideas.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Wrong choices to survive. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She will give her heart to anyone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">HER <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">precious… heart.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">body</i> to anyone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All she asked in return was to be loved?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because doesn’t everyone need that?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She did it for love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For the love she could so easily give but could never receive…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Where was grace? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Wasn’t she taught that it was enough? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That grace was sufficient to make up for those things she lacked…?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her lessons of religion-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of God…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of a Savior.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She now felt anger towards.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She felt alone. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">SO ALONE.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am alone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fault.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Who was there to blame the fault on?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was it her? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was it her who took the dark and drenched her pretty canvas in black?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or did she just let it happen?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was she that weak? To simply let her picture be destroyed?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pitiful and weak. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That’s what she had become it seemed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or was she strong?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Strong enough to face a life that was so ugly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Distorted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Broken.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was she brave enough to continually pick up pieces that broke and try and make them fit again?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pieces that crumbled. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Into dust.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Into nothing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She was asked to do the almost impossible.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Could no one care for a girl who tried?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Who gave it her all?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Could no one love her again?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now stained.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Stained with memories.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The kind that break down your hardest inner walls and bring you to tears.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The kind that pinch at every good thing left and discolor them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That sqeeze away at endurance… until it runs dry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And as she tries… she is mocked.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Beaten.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hit by boulders that others roll her way</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Trying to slow her down.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And those willing to take her off that road are those who want to use.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">USE HER.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As pleasure for themselves.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A simple toy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do they not realize who she is?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What she is?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Somewhere…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the farthest part of her mind she holds on to an idea.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And idea that reminds her of hope for her future…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is a sparkle… no bigger in size than a grain of sand…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s a promise.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The promise that she IS ALWAYS the daughter of a king.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That someone is by her side… and then,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Carrying her when all her limbs have been battered.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Whispering in her ear if she continues he will heal her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He will fix her imperfections. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He will replace the nightmare in her eyes with light</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With fire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A fire that can burn the lonely nights out of her mind.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A fire that can spark new plans in her field of nothing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A fire that can boil in her blood…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">REFINING IT</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And that blood can run through her veins</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And cleanse her and make her new.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That can kill the disease of despair.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">His promise to be new… to be clean… lingers in her heart. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It wipes her mind… of her torment. Even if just for a moment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It reminds her of her angels.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who talked to her in the middle of the night when others wouldn’t listen.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who though they had heard her story a million times chose to listen again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who looked at her with concern.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who cheered her along the way.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who cried WITH her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who opened their homes, asking nothing in return.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who knew all the right words to say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who put their lives on hold to plan yet one more way to fix her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To help her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ones who offered their love-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Those that offered their understanding. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The one who was here because of her, that she brought into this life...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">THEY were her angels.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And her angels would look in at her through that single window.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That single window in the cell she was trapped in. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And they would give her hope. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">HOPE.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They would be her only sunshine in a dreary, dark, cold universe.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She lived for them. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She cried for them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She felt undeserving.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unclean</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unfit for such love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But she craved it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Needed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Needed it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Begged and yearned for it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But after everything was it still to be deserved?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was one of millions of thoughts.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Thoughts that circulated her mind without ceasing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her mind.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was it sick?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or had it just been suffocated by layers and layers of debris?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Could she have control over nothing?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Had she gone too far?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Spiral. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her thoughts began to twist into a storm again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A monsoon of reflection</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Where every drop is different</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One is a new idea of how to fix an err</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">While another is revenge.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Another is tenderness</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Another is ache.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are uncountable drops.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Creating a puddle</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With it’s ripples going on forever.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s like a parasite. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eating her alive.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Will it ever end?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Will these thoughts of the past leave me alone?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Will this crazy… “life” if that’s what you can call it ever turn around?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It has to. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because it’s not ok.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And most importantly...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because there IS hope.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hope.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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