<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451</id><updated>2011-08-02T17:47:53.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girls Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-1071055910524435761</id><published>2009-12-05T21:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:20:55.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker/Homecoming story</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know, I know. No updates for over a month. Here comes the list of excuses. 1) I honestly haven't done anything crafty in a this past month, other than just playing with some fabric. 2) School is coming to an end for this semester, so of course in the professor's minds, it's precisely the time to give us about 14 homework assignments and projects each night.In other news, the boy is home</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/1071055910524435761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=1071055910524435761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1071055910524435761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1071055910524435761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/12/slackerhomecoming-story.html' title='Slacker/Homecoming story'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-6613452227175602821</id><published>2009-11-01T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:30:58.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now...</title><summary type='text'>I'm eagerly anticipating the boy's homecoming (EARLY!!!!)I'm so over school, can't wait until this semester is over.I'm sick of this rain. Either sun or snow - Mother Nature, please choose one.I desperately want to scrapbook, yet I really don't want to clean my desk.I rekindled my love for shopping yesterday, but promised myself I wouldn't wear anything until I went to get the boy.I am so happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/6613452227175602821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=6613452227175602821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/6613452227175602821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/6613452227175602821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-now.html' title='Right now...'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-5406329236890578313</id><published>2009-09-07T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:15:01.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of freedom...</title><summary type='text'>Not that I really want to call it my last week of freedom, but let's be realistic here..that's what it is. I'm gonna finish up all my fatty groceries this week (oodles and noodles, lots of other pasta foods, etc) and starting next week I'm gonna be healthy. I have fitness and food logs I need to print out. I'm going to use those to help me.I'm going to track what I eat and see just how much I put</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/5406329236890578313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=5406329236890578313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/5406329236890578313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/5406329236890578313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-week-of-freedom.html' title='Last week of freedom...'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-1892491826066332669</id><published>2009-08-22T17:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:15:29.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway!</title><summary type='text'>Finally, there is some good news coming from this deployment. We have officially hit the halfway mark! With this comes a big sigh of relief. We can say now that we've finished more days than we have left. That just feels so good to say. There's also rumours (I know I shouldn't listen to them, but they're coming straight from the boy) that he may be coming home early. That would be amazing. I just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/1892491826066332669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=1892491826066332669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1892491826066332669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1892491826066332669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/08/halfway.html' title='Halfway!'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-2190900083806487157</id><published>2009-08-12T17:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:02:46.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee</title><summary type='text'>I am so exhausted. I thought summer meant more free time, less work, etc? Not the case for me apparently. There's more drama at work than ever, which already leaves me exhausted when I come home. Then, I go to the gym and work with my overly energetic puppies. By the time my head hits the pillow, I haven't had any time to just relax so I'm still all wound up with a million thoughts racing around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/2190900083806487157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=2190900083806487157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/2190900083806487157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/2190900083806487157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-3813166481578167561</id><published>2009-07-04T11:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:22:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to...</title><summary type='text'>I know it seems like I've been slacking in posting..and to be honest, I have. However, I've probably looked at my blog at least everyday and for various reasons, I just didn't post.Since the last time I posted, I've been finishing up my summer class (which I got an A in by the way), continuing to count down the days till the boy will be home, and beginning the task of unmounting, retrimming, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/3813166481578167561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=3813166481578167561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/3813166481578167561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/3813166481578167561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to...'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/Sk98EZqmQeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vqfu6vLVCxg/s72-c/stamp+n+store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-2108874725871722690</id><published>2009-06-17T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:24:42.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration.</title><summary type='text'>I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated with the fact that it's raining outside. I'm frustrated with people at work who are just ridiculous. I'm frustrated with the fact that I could really use a hug and some cuddle time, but my boyfriend is on a ship a million miles away. I'm frustrated with the fact that I really need to organize my room and craft space, but have no real motivation to do so. The TV </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/2108874725871722690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=2108874725871722690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/2108874725871722690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/2108874725871722690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustration.html' title='Frustration.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-4139620835452354834</id><published>2009-06-14T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:32:40.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Organized.</title><summary type='text'>Organized. It's another one of my goals to complete before the boy comes home. I will get organized and I will keep it that way. It seems like I never have enough time to get everything put together and organized the way I want.I want free time where I have nothing to do as well, but that doesn't happen anymore either. Hopefully it will when I'm done with school for this summer semester/session. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/4139620835452354834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=4139620835452354834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/4139620835452354834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/4139620835452354834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/06/organized.html' title='Organized.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-7902940259889967306</id><published>2009-06-10T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:31:16.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making money.</title><summary type='text'>Oh the desire to make more money. Sure what I make at the daycare is enough to cover bills and what not. But I feel guilty spending money when I still owe my parents for car insurance and such. A girls gotta go out though right?Thus, I started looking for extra babysitting jobs. I currently watch two sets of family's children. I put an ad on craigslist and had a bunch of responses. A few were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/7902940259889967306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=7902940259889967306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/7902940259889967306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/7902940259889967306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-money.html' title='Making money.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-5362031195894029519</id><published>2009-05-30T19:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:37:29.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I love the weekend. Doesn't everyone though? A chance to relax and unwind. Although a lot of the time it ends up being when I get everything done. Cleaning, laundry, errands, etc. Oh well. Today, as embarrassed as I am to admit this, I haven't even gotten out of my pajamas. And can I just tell you how great it feels? I'm so used to running from one place to another and never having enough hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/5362031195894029519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=5362031195894029519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/5362031195894029519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/5362031195894029519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-1006454133575568235</id><published>2009-05-25T13:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:37:44.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing him.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, first things first. I just have to put this out there to make me feel better. Maybe it's just me, but I just don't understand why people say "Happy Memorial Day". It's not like it's a happy day. It's to remember the fallen soldiers and marines. It's not like "Happy birthday!" or "Happy Halloween" or something. It's a somewhat sad day. You're remembering people that died fighting for freedom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/1006454133575568235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=1006454133575568235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1006454133575568235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1006454133575568235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-him.html' title='Missing him.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-5628220102564100773</id><published>2009-05-24T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:30:12.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><summary type='text'>It was so nice to be able to not go anywhere yesterday, and not have to do anything. I haven't been able to just sit here and relax in forever. I did manage to get some work done. I cleaned out the freezer and two shelves of the pantry in preparation for the grocery run I'm about to do. No more eating out, no more eating junk. I also rearranged my room a bit and cleaned a lot of it. I still have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/5628220102564100773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=5628220102564100773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/5628220102564100773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/5628220102564100773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/05/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-1212460511522338917</id><published>2009-05-16T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:35:02.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 month countdown begins</title><summary type='text'>He's gone. He left on Thursday. This deployment already seems harder than the first. A few times a day, especially at night when we would usually call each other, I just want to pick up the phone and text or call him. I go so far as to get my phone in my hand, take off the key lock, and then realize I can't. He called last night. It was really nice to hear his voice even though it was only for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/1212460511522338917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=1212460511522338917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1212460511522338917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1212460511522338917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/05/7-month-countdown-begins.html' title='7 month countdown begins'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-3853674820236152309</id><published>2009-05-02T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:21:45.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where I've been.</title><summary type='text'>Whew! Its been so long since I posted. I've been so busy! This whole going to school full time and working full time kicks my butt. I'm almost done thank god. Well...for a week or so anyway. But at least then I'll only have a month of one class where I meet twice a week and that's all. It's a little bit of a break anyway. Then I'm free for almost two months. Free from school that is. Still have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/3853674820236152309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=3853674820236152309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/3853674820236152309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/3853674820236152309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-ive-been.html' title='where I&apos;ve been.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-2864731622359179589</id><published>2009-03-21T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:58:51.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad news.</title><summary type='text'>Long time no see! It's been almost exactly a month since I last posted. Can you say busy!? I feel like school has taken over my life.  As I type, I'm reminded of the test I need desperately to study for and the big project I need to start and complete! Today is my day to not do a thing (although I did go out and pay my car payment...)  so I'll do all of that tomorrow.I've also come down with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/2864731622359179589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=2864731622359179589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/2864731622359179589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/2864731622359179589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-news.html' title='Sad news.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-1097013755436916808</id><published>2009-02-23T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:00:52.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in paradise</title><summary type='text'>Yep, you heard that right. Over 3 years since we've been together and we've hit a bit of a bump.  Lots of things were discussed, and we've decided to try to make it work. We'll see what happens over the next week or so. I'll leave it at that.I had a lot of fun the past few days. I think it's just what I needed. Sometimes you just need to let loose and be you, fully and completely.Anyway, enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/1097013755436916808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=1097013755436916808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1097013755436916808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1097013755436916808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/02/trouble-in-paradise.html' title='Trouble in paradise'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-1635984778574743442</id><published>2009-02-15T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:29:56.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend.</title><summary type='text'>This weekend has been crazzzy. Well, not really..but it just seems like the more I get done, the more I have to do. Ever have that feeling?!? I feel like I did a lot for some reason. I think I'm just emotionally exhausted. Work on Friday, then watched one of my "old" babies and his sister...that brought up some things..., emissions testing on Valentines day, then a whole lot of nothing, but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/1635984778574743442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=1635984778574743442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1635984778574743442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1635984778574743442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-591222077400312452</id><published>2009-02-07T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:58:31.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive</title><summary type='text'>I swear I haven't dropped off the face of the earth. I've just been so busy lately. It felt like (and was basically true) that I was only home this past week to eat and sleep. I'd come home for my break from work and let the dogs out and eat my lunch. Then it was back to work. Then home for a snack and then off to school. When I came home from school it was dinner time, and then I was so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/591222077400312452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=591222077400312452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/591222077400312452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/591222077400312452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-4236264370424896961</id><published>2009-02-01T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:22:34.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick post</title><summary type='text'>Visiting the boy in North Carolina was great! I had a really good time. Who knew playing a video game could be so much fun?! We played Resistance on PS3 a lot. I'm not even into video games, but it was a lot of fun. We did a lot of running around too, but I even enjoyed that...ugh. He's getting ready to get deployed (even though it's not for another few months) but I'm not ready. I guess I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/4236264370424896961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=4236264370424896961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/4236264370424896961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/4236264370424896961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-post.html' title='Quick post'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-4023631086978115178</id><published>2009-01-27T19:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:15:43.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storage Solution Number 1</title><summary type='text'>So, I had to run out to renew my drivers license today. Yes, in the snow and slush...oh and while I was cleaning off my car, someone drove past me and splashed me with the now black (from dirt on the street) slush. It was a great start to my day. But then...I decided to make my day a little better and went to Michaels (plus I had a 40% off coupon from a previous purchase that I needed to use </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/4023631086978115178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=4023631086978115178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/4023631086978115178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/4023631086978115178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/storage-solution-number-1.html' title='Storage Solution Number 1'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/SX-sM_zSpGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TONaD9TmoMc/s72-c/old+storage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-3442817324717706622</id><published>2009-01-26T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:28:26.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><summary type='text'>Well where do I start. I'm not at the old daycare anymore, my friend and I told the truth to a parent and we both got told we weren't "needed anymore" even though we were already quitting. Its okay though, because the parents believe me and we know the truth, and now so do other people. Not to mention, it's like a little vacation for me. I get to sit and do nothing for the first time in what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/3442817324717706622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=3442817324717706622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/3442817324717706622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/3442817324717706622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-7273725827672960772</id><published>2009-01-20T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:42:02.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the call came.</title><summary type='text'>I got the call last night...I GOT THE JOB! I'm so excited. The girl seems like such a sweetheart (I hope I'm not going to eat these words, but I don't think I will). I gave my "2 weeks notice" today. I put that in quotes because it's not going to be two weeks. My last day is next Thursday (the 29th). I feel bad, but I needed to do something for me. School starts the Monday after that, so this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/7273725827672960772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=7273725827672960772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/7273725827672960772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/7273725827672960772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-call-came.html' title='And the call came.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-7820224571404739298</id><published>2009-01-19T17:04:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:57:27.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamsol and colored pencils</title><summary type='text'>So, here is my first "review". It's not really a review, as much as a "you have to try this technique" and sort of a tutorial. After reading some posts on  Split Coast Stampers, I decided to ditch my aqua pen, inks, blender pen, etc, and give Turpenoid, paper stumps, and colored pencils a shot.I went out to two different stores (I'm lucky enough to live very close to AC Moore, Michaels, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/7820224571404739298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=7820224571404739298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/7820224571404739298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/7820224571404739298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/gamsol-and-colored-pencils.html' title='Gamsol and colored pencils'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/SXT581e7NtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vOpGLhZ-7Lo/s72-c/DSCF5179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-4783693417316742286</id><published>2009-01-18T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:25:08.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><summary type='text'>So, being typical me, I chose to go shopping instead of sitting down and doing homework. I really am planning on doing some tonight and getting as much as possible done.Anyway, I ended up spending too much money and came back with all of that. Paper (that I ended up already having...), thickers, lots of adhesive, a book, two magazines, a glitter/embossing powder tray, paintbrush, tweezers, stamps</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/4783693417316742286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=4783693417316742286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/4783693417316742286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/4783693417316742286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/SXPe3-8uQhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UIxFLWad5I4/s72-c/DSCF5178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-5910284038639347534</id><published>2009-01-17T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:51:06.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><summary type='text'>So, I had my interview this morning. Now it's all a waiting game. The interview ended up being with the daughter of the woman I've been talking to. She said that her grandmother (her mom's mom) had died, and that's why she was doing the interview. That was fine, I sat in a room and filled out an application that I think I bombed a little on. I couldn't think of just the right word I wanted to use</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/5910284038639347534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=5910284038639347534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/5910284038639347534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/5910284038639347534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-1119485664077617043</id><published>2009-01-15T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:31:05.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited.</title><summary type='text'>I have the hiccups. They're driving me crazy. I can't get rid of them.Anyway. I'm excited. After many emails back and forth, I finally have an interview set up for my potential new job on Saturday. It's at 10:30am. I have my resume typed up and ready to go. I just need to type up my references. That will be easy though. I'm so ready to get away from the place I work now. Too much drama, too many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/1119485664077617043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=1119485664077617043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1119485664077617043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/1119485664077617043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/excited.html' title='Excited.'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-8016785411465295056</id><published>2009-01-12T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:18:56.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job?</title><summary type='text'>Well, as you can see from the title of this post, things may change soon. Things at work have been going okay, but they could be better. We aren't supposed to discuss our pay, and this is probably why, but I found out that people were being hired with absolutely no experience and/or certificates and making the same amount that I do. I have all but one certificate, and I'm going to a class to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/8016785411465295056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=8016785411465295056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/8016785411465295056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/8016785411465295056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-job.html' title='New Job?'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-6901003425647477169</id><published>2009-01-06T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:10:29.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New years resolutions</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's not exactly the first of January, so I suppose I'm making these resolutions a little later than most...but hey, better late than never right? Anyway...I'm hoping to make this year a big one for me. I'm going to try to do things a little better than I did in 2008.1. I'm going to lose weight. I'm not going to put a number on it, I just want to look better in my clothes. I don't care if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/6901003425647477169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=6901003425647477169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/6901003425647477169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/6901003425647477169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New years resolutions'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-9011009827624174535</id><published>2009-01-04T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:25:37.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from NC</title><summary type='text'>Well, I just got back from seeing the boy in NC. The drive didn't seem as bad as it usually does. Probably because I actually did the whole thing during the day. Normally I either do it all at night when I get off work and don't get there until midnight or later, or I end up doing at least half of it at night. I won't see him for a few months at least. Hopefully I'll see him again in early March.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/9011009827624174535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=9011009827624174535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/9011009827624174535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/9011009827624174535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-nc.html' title='Back from NC'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625434267782664451.post-8549964299855232568</id><published>2008-12-28T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:50:53.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to start...</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I feel like the last month of my life was just one huge blur. I was so busy with school, work, my birthday, Christmas, family, and friends that I feel like I never got time to just breathe. Work has been kicking my butt, so was school. Of course when I finally feel like I have some free time, I have another class starting up in a week. It's one of those "condensed" classes. You know, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/feeds/8549964299855232568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6625434267782664451&amp;postID=8549964299855232568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/8549964299855232568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625434267782664451/posts/default/8549964299855232568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslife21.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-to-start.html' title='Where to start...'/><author><name>Aly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQ7BLm27FOU/ShljcXmd4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PqdWvfOf84Q/S220/at+terri%27s+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
