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type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-127469808122751892?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/127469808122751892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=127469808122751892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/127469808122751892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/127469808122751892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-we-love-are-things-we-must-learn.html' title='the things we love are the things we must learn to leave alone'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-3397290389909217362</id><published>2007-10-30T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:40:55.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXoVqdaWwhY/Ryf5LNBQZwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T2DzS8pTYfo/s1600-h/CIMG1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXoVqdaWwhY/Ryf5LNBQZwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T2DzS8pTYfo/s320/CIMG1343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340671653406466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin, pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;round and fat&lt;br /&gt;turn into a jack-o-lantern &lt;br /&gt;just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my beautiful pumpkin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-3397290389909217362?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3397290389909217362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=3397290389909217362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/3397290389909217362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/3397290389909217362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXoVqdaWwhY/RyVGeNBQZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPQF7XGF7A8/s320/CIMG1340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126581235536127730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, as i put on my fleece vest for the first time this season, i found these toys in my pockets. they are remnants of one of my students from last year. it brought in many memories of my students and i felt a bit sad. i miss my students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-8194626357017782129?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8194626357017782129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=8194626357017782129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-117021762300823656</id><published>2007-01-30T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:27:03.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/82692/CIMG0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/651758/CIMG0255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favorite picture ever. the look on brian's face is priceless! and trisha is her cute self. i also have a prediction. this same pic will be taken but the roles will change when we go on our road trip in march. brian will be the one with the knife and i will have the look of terror. can we survive days together in a car???? only time will tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-117021762300823656?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/117021762300823656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=117021762300823656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/117021762300823656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/117021762300823656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/01/picture-of-year.html' title='picture of the year'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-117021532786198844</id><published>2007-01-30T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:48:47.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/215003/CIMG0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/135372/CIMG0272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/476887/CIMG0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/270474/CIMG0268.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/99180/CIMG0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/210885/CIMG0274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week the school i teach at is celebrating its team spirit! every day has a theme and we all get dresses up. although, i am not one to take part in this for some odd reason the spirit had taken over and on monday i showed up in pj's, tuesday was 80's day and wednesday is a luau theme. i just have to say that every monday should be pj day. it makes it much more easy to ease into the week in flannel bottoms and my super soft fuzzy robe. on tuesday, i wore my ramones t, a jean skirt with leggins and rocked my converse. i also made a mix of 80's music including, david bowie, blondie, rem and talking heads. the kids danced away as we had our super bowl party in ape (adapted physical education). enclosed are some pics from the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-117021532786198844?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/117021532786198844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=117021532786198844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/117021532786198844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/117021532786198844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-3-80s.html' title='I &lt;3 the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-116794015486242691</id><published>2007-01-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:50:11.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year...</title><content type='html'>i would have to say i had one of my best new years ever this year. it started off on sunday afternoon with a trip to the garfield park conservatory with friends and family. i then headed out for a night of bowling and fun with trisha, alison, and meagan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/595229/CIMG0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/541482/CIMG0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and my cousin colin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/360152/CIMG0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/887945/CIMG0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here colin and i enter the cactus house. colin is a bit tired and would like to take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/394366/CIMG0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/678067/CIMG0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little did he know he sat on a cactus!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/264711/CIMG0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/617385/CIMG0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/208367/CIMG0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/84067/CIMG0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a sculpture in the gardens. i just think it is beautiful. the tenderness and kindness expressed is amazing to me. hm...&lt;br /&gt;it instills inspiration and longing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/899098/CIMG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/215762/CIMG0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/1600/169617/CIMG0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3918/1916/320/987498/CIMG0082.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what form?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-116794015486242691?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116794015486242691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=116794015486242691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116794015486242691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116794015486242691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='new year...'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-116172448995157140</id><published>2006-10-24T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:14:49.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more songs stuck in my head....</title><content type='html'>"Soul Meets Body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;And let the sun wrap its arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing&lt;br /&gt;And feel, feel what its like to be new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station&lt;br /&gt;Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations&lt;br /&gt;So they may have a chance of finding a place&lt;br /&gt;where they’re far more suited than here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot guess what we'll discover&lt;br /&gt;We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels&lt;br /&gt;But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s&lt;br /&gt;And not one speck will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;If the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too&lt;br /&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re the only song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;If the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too&lt;br /&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re the only song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-116172448995157140?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116172448995157140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=116172448995157140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116172448995157140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116172448995157140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-songs-stuck-in-my-head.html' title='more songs stuck in my head....'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-116172418861605790</id><published>2006-10-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:09:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooooh pretty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/zine_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/zine_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/01.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/feature6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/feature6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, thanks to my good friend frank, i now have another magazine i am addicted to! while at Borders monday night we were looking over Ready Made and found this gem. he is more partial to Make, Crafts sister mag but, i went crazy for craft. now i just have to find the time and energy to make all the cool stuff. aren't the crochet figures cute?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-116172418861605790?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116172418861605790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=116172418861605790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116172418861605790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116172418861605790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooooooh-pretty.html' title='ooooooh pretty!'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-116165185269034048</id><published>2006-10-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:06:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye zephyr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/zepher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/zepher.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brian, trisha, meagan, alison and i headed out to the zephyr on thursday night. it was a blast! i was particularly happy because i had just taken and hopefully passed the second of my four history tests. there was lots of yummy food to be had. i enjoyed the "casablanca" a blueberry sunday type thingy. yum. i think i have only been to the zephyr once before with my aunt and soon to be uncle at the time when i was like 9. but it did leave an impression. now, brian insists that i had been there with him before but i doubt it. the zepher does not let you forget! i am sad to see it go but then i guess everything must come to an end. even if it is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-116165185269034048?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116165185269034048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=116165185269034048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116165185269034048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116165185269034048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/goodbye-zephyr.html' title='Goodbye zephyr!'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-116018324504217129</id><published>2006-10-06T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:07:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the new hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010016.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the wonders of the REV. Billy i love my hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-116018324504217129?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116018324504217129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=116018324504217129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116018324504217129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116018324504217129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-hair.html' title='the new hair!'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-116008112270449970</id><published>2006-10-05T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:45:22.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this song by the katie todd band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In and Around&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, it cannot wait any longer, I said.&lt;br /&gt;Put em' in their place, put em' in their place, hold your breath and don't look down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In and around. In and around, we're gonna make it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid and don't be ashamed of what you're feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to affect us, and that's when we say no.&lt;br /&gt;Your actions are contagious, we're all susceptible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh in and out of stages, we're learning as we go, we're learning as we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a day all can be lost and all can be found in a day.&lt;br /&gt;And we can be wrong, and we can be right, but in the end we're just keeping time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In and around, in and around, brushing it off when faces frown.&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart and follow your soul, you're gonna make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to affect us, and that's when we say no.&lt;br /&gt;Your actions are contagious, we're all susceptible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh in and out of stages, we're learning as we go, we're learning as we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In and around.... In and around....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-116008112270449970?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116008112270449970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=116008112270449970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116008112270449970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/116008112270449970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-this-song-by-katie-todd-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-115990933512899149</id><published>2006-10-03T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:02:15.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deep breath</title><content type='html'>"Nothing Better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please call a surgeon&lt;br /&gt;Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That you're deserting for better company?&lt;br /&gt;I can't accept that it's over... &lt;br /&gt;I will block the door like a goalie tending the net&lt;br /&gt;In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just say how to make it right&lt;br /&gt;And i swear i'll do my best to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better&lt;br /&gt;Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself&lt;br /&gt;With these revisions and gaps in history&lt;br /&gt;So let me help you remember.&lt;br /&gt;I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.&lt;br /&gt;I've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please back away and let me go&lt;br /&gt;I can't my darling i love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better&lt;br /&gt;Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future&lt;br /&gt;Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i have made mistakes and i swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll never wrong you again&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lure i can't deny, &lt;br /&gt;But you've had your chance so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-115990933512899149?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115990933512899149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=115990933512899149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115990933512899149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115990933512899149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/deep-breath.html' title='deep breath'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-115741045116386165</id><published>2006-09-04T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:54:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 new desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010003.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new desk! its so cool. the kitty thinks its cool too. here is to a new start at school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-115741045116386165?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115741045116386165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=115741045116386165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115741045116386165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115741045116386165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-3-new-desk.html' title='I &lt;3 new desk'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-115739618212374420</id><published>2006-09-04T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:45:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flavor flav if my new boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010014.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010015.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010007.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday nights that is. a new tv club of sorts has been started at allisons house and it rocks! here are some pics. enjoy as brian finds a new use for chop sticks, meagan repents, and we just have a good old time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-115739618212374420?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115739618212374420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-115561148476403122</id><published>2006-08-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:15:15.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/flwrbd-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/flwrbd-t.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/flwrcts-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/flwrcts-t.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/botanist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/botanist.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-115561148476403122?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115561148476403122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=115561148476403122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115561148476403122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115561148476403122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/08/ode-to-tiger.html' title='ode to tiger'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-115561004187880907</id><published>2006-08-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:59:31.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fight for change!</title><content type='html'>the wise words of billy blanks as i did my bootcamp training workout video this morning. it is a line that has been passing though my thoughts all day. i realized i thought change was a passive act. this lead to an aha! moment. i need to fight, claim and own the changes i want to make in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what changes should i fight to claim? well, this morning i was attempting to work this sad body back into some form of shape. i am working on finishing up this degree i seem to never finish. the obstacles have been rediculous. getting my transcrips to roosevelt has been going on for a month now. and they still do not have one of my transcripts. but i will keep on fighting! those transcripts will get there if i have to...well i am not sure what else i can do. i have already tried to hand deliver them but that is against policy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say damn the man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-115561004187880907?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115561004187880907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=115561004187880907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115561004187880907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115561004187880907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/08/fight-for-change.html' title='fight for change!'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-115517359724981641</id><published>2006-08-09T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:33:17.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the wonders of basil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i have a basil plant i bought about a month ago at the evanston farmer's market. it is great! and i am putting it to use. this past week i made a tomato basil salad and pesto. here are pics of the food and the poor over picked basil plant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-115517359724981641?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115517359724981641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=115517359724981641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115517359724981641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115517359724981641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-wonders-of-basil.html' title='oh the wonders of basil'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-115488562137975845</id><published>2006-08-06T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T10:33:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah milwaukee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/P1010003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/P1010003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesturday e and i went to milwaukee. the main attraction being the "masters of american comics" show. it was full of information and history; although a bit overwhelming for me. i really enjoyed seeing the progress of thought comics. this trip seems to be a yearly tradition for me and e, and it seems i will never escape the yearly pic of traci in front of the mam. ah well. we then walked by the lake and headed off to the a&amp;w for rootbeer floats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-115488562137975845?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115488562137975845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=115488562137975845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115488562137975845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115488562137975845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-milwaukee.html' title='ah milwaukee'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-115072202483014512</id><published>2006-06-19T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T06:00:24.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breath....its summer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/cassienme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/cassienme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/morelunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/morelunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! the end of the year is finally over. it feels like a mixed blessing. here are some pictures of the last couple days of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-115072202483014512?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115072202483014512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=115072202483014512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115072202483014512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/115072202483014512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/06/breathits-summer.html' title='breath....its summer!!!'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-114765018464022998</id><published>2006-05-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:43:04.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/egrill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/egrill.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/meondeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/meondeck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/firstgrill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/firstgrill.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being a bit under the weather e and I brought out the grill for the first time. enjoy the pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-114765018464022998?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114765018464022998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=114765018464022998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/114765018464022998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/114765018464022998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-spring.html' title='More Spring!'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/deck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, i am so happy it is spring and with spring comes gardening and grilling. i am well taken care of in this department because today my dad and i did some pimping up the deck shopping. so here of some pics of the goods....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-114713566455253006?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114713566455253006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=114713566455253006' title='0 Comments'/><link 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waiting but there is something to sitting down and writing. getting thoughts out of my head and on a screne. whats new with me? hm...searching for new jobs, finding a school, and wel moving! that is the best part right now. no more allergie hell for me. the neighborhood is awesome. i can't wait for it to warm up and take walks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the reason i don't update is that my brain feel very dead at the end of the day. this day being no acception i am going to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-114289965143423679?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114289965143423679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>cha-cha-cello</title><content type='html'>i am playing the good old cello again! or at least attempting to. i picked it up sunday in an attempt to cheer myself up and woa did it! it just felt like part of me was back. although i am not sure of the part it will play in my life but  i am determined to keep it there and be happy about it and not get sad cause it is not my whole life and i have to have a real job to pay the bills. i am not a 9-5 kinda gal but as long as i have to be i may as well keep the reasons that i love life in my life. i think that is enough for now. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113988214860023831?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113988214860023831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>its not easy being green</title><content type='html'>deep breath. ahhh. things have been very odd lately. i really really think it must be some external element. i feel like i have not been myself and it bothers. i am really stuck on what to do. do i get rid of this external element? or keep it up and hope things get better. the problem is it is having a bed effect on friendships and stuff. its the last thing i wanted. but it all seems too late. i just really don't know. i guess i have to take it day by day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113940358045618680?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113940358045618680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113927150178238941</id><published>2006-02-06T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:18:21.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so it is my life</title><content type='html'>so, things were a bit better today. i had to blow of day of the year at work and it gave me some needed time to think and make plans. i am really thinking about moving into the city sometime soon and while talking to a co-worker found out there is a special needs private school i may be able to work at in the city. the other good fact is that the person knows a great teacher there and thinks i would love working with her. i filled out some applications for school and tuition wavers...always a plus. ok, i do have control over this and i am going to make things happen. i may find i am not in love with my job but i then have the power to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113927150178238941?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113927150178238941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113927150178238941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113927150178238941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113927150178238941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-so-it-is-my-life_06.html' title='ok, so it is my life'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113918754642330564</id><published>2006-02-05T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:59:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my so called life</title><content type='html'>yes, yes i loved that show as a sophamore in high school. every thursday i had to be home to watch it and this is coming from a girl who has very few shows she has ever had to watch. so why am i brining this up now? well, here i am over a decade later...and yes dealing with my life. or how i am thinkin of it now as my so called life. i had many dreams then. i thought by this time i would have my own place, education, tall, beautiful and have all i wanted. i am not really sure how to judge what i have now. i have a car...um yeah. i don't think that was a big part of the dream. in fact i rather live and work in the city not having a car. it just seems that when i dream today in the back of my head i feel like whats the point? it really won't happen anyway. anyhow, thats whats been on my mind today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113918754642330564?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113918754642330564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113918754642330564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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baby down&lt;br /&gt;Are you in or are you out?&lt;br /&gt;Leave your things behind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all going off without you&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;These mess-ups&lt;br /&gt;You bubble-wrap&lt;br /&gt;When you've no idea what you're like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let go&lt;br /&gt;Jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So, let go&lt;br /&gt;Just get in&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gains the more it gives&lt;br /&gt;And then advances with the form&lt;br /&gt;So, honey, back for more&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that all the stuff's essential?&lt;br /&gt;Such boundless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;We've no time for later&lt;br /&gt;Now you can wait&lt;br /&gt;You roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We've twenty seconds to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let go&lt;br /&gt;Jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;It's al right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So, let go&lt;br /&gt;Just get in &lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes i have been a bit into this song lately. it runs through my head all the time...or at least since i bought the soundtrack to Garden State on friday. and garden state is my new favorite movie too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...its funny. when i am thinking about writing a blog i have so many thoughts and ideas but then...i write and they are all gone. it sucks. maybe i will be able to write more later and that slew of thoughts will come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113806744582059433?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113796639572922445</id><published>2006-01-22T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:46:35.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the not so great weekend</title><content type='html'>this weekend just didn't turn out the way i wanted it to. before it started i was so sure about things and feeling good...dum dum dum. now, well i am just lost. i am cool with the whole not seeing the path ahead thing, but there is something to say when feelings and emotions get intertwined into it. then, i have a problem. i am trying to look at the bright side of things but sometimes its just hard. i just want the best for everyone and i guess no matter what happens i have to know that that is what the future will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?  just finished Shop Girl...loved it. thanks e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?  don't use one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOARD GAME? haven't played on that i like in a long time. although i play a lot of SOrry! and Trouble at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5. LEAST FAVORITE SMELLS? bad perfume   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    6. THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING? ok, get up. u have to go to they gym! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    7. FAVORITE COLOR: purple/black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    8. FAVORITE FLOWER:  wild flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    9. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE U ANSWER THE PHONE? depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME: i haven't really thought about it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?  Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    12. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?   yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    14. DO YOU LIKE THUNDERSTORMS?  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?  1982 ford granada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    16. YOUR SIGN?  virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    17. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?    Yep, love broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    18. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE?  i really am not sure. a job where i would be helping many people make their lived better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    19. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR WHAT WOULD IT BE?   i really like mine as is. &lt;br /&gt;    20. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY?  depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    21. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE? to kill a mocking bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    22. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?  mattres...its a trundle bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    24. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER(S)? don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?    None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    26. YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST INTENSE PAIN?   feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    27. PERSON MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?well, it would be brian but he already responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    28. PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    29. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD?  mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    30. HAMBURGER OR HOT DOG?  don't eat meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    31. COFFEE OR TEA?  coffee!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    32. FAVORITE Season ?  Fall and summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    33. THE BEST PLACE YOU HAVE EVER BEEN: paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     34. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER? white stripes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    35. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE:  baja fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    36. WHO DO YOU FIND YOU MISS MOST IN YOUR LIFE?  sometimes old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    37. WHAT DO YOU FIND DIFFICULT or STRUGGLE WITH AT TIMES? finding out what i want to do with my life and not feeling so lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    38. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT? showing up at a friends work in pj's to get keys when i locked myself out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    39. WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE CATEGORIZED YOURSELF IN HIGH SCHOOL?  shy, still am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    40. MOTTO, CREED, QUOTE, EXCERPT, FAVORITE LINE OR WORDS YOU LIVE BY? don't have one yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113736717997035970?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113736717997035970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113736717997035970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113736717997035970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113736717997035970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-brian.html' title='for brian'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113702729748075362</id><published>2006-01-11T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:54:57.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time....</title><content type='html'>yes, i know its been a long time since i wrote anything. and i know you guys and gals are on the edge of your seats! ha! but anyhow work and such has been a bit heavy but things are looking up. we have a head teacher in out classroom now and that has made my job so much better. i remember at one point i liked my job but that feeling had long gone when we were in crazy no head teacher mode. a glimmer of hope has come in though and it means a lot to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also started a new work out plan this year. i am not getting up at 5:30am to work out before work. i think it will help with my mood in general. plus, that way i can go the whole day feeling good about myself rather then half. or at least that is what i am telling myself. i have to go on something to wake up that early! even if it is lies! lies! lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? next week e and i will have been going out a year! a lot has happend in a year. have to say mostly good. we will go hear my favorite cello concerto by elgar and a nice dinner. i am so excited to hear the elgar. i am going to have to get my new glasses by then so i can see. we are way up high and i am going blind. not a good match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113702729748075362?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113609904732781344</id><published>2005-12-31T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:04:07.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy f-in new year!</title><content type='html'>yeah, so... yes way to start the new year. here on the computer writing a blog. oh yes i rock. no, i am not here because i have nothing better to do but the alternative is making a fool of myself at a party while people try to get me drunk. i just don't get that whole thing and really have no need to be part of it. its fine people should do what makes them happy but for me it has the exact opposite effect. i need to just get used to the fact that i like being alone. its not going to change no matter what i do. i like it quiet, i want peace and quiet. i just don't get the parties. for years it what i wanted but now i guess through doing it i realize nope uh eh not me. give me a book, music and some coffee. enough with the drunken shinanigans. so here is to a new year where i just accept me for myself and not put myself in situations that i know i will not like no matter who is there or who i want to be with. i am me and thats that. other people are themselves and thats cool to. we all need out own road i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113609904732781344?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113609904732781344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113609904732781344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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too. i am back to my late night ways and don't want to give them up. what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113583833066397044?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113583833066397044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113583833066397044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113583833066397044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113583833066397044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleep_28.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113569312085010908</id><published>2005-12-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T06:18:40.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>been a long time</title><content type='html'>ah yes, the holidays are almost past. thank god. it was ideal in some ways and then not in others. i spent the holiday in dekalb for the first time. it was different. i realised how much i love the holidays in the city. i have to face it i am a city girl. i love the vibe. so thats it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113435760085602238</id><published>2005-12-11T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:20:00.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling a bit off</title><content type='html'>today started off good. got up this morning did some stuff and then off to work. low and behold the fist call i get at work is from my ex's family. they subscribe to the theater i work at and needed to take care of some tickets. it was all fine and good and  his family is very nice and it is good to hear that everyone is doing well. after work e and i went to woodfield mall to get some christmas shopping done. it was good i got some stuff for people and finaly bought myself a ramones t-shirt that i have been wanting forever. but as we were driving home i was just reminded of what my life was like when i used to go to woodfield before and most of that sadness came from the whole ex thing. it brought up a lot of issues. mainly the fact that i let myself be treated so badly for so long. i think about it and just think "how could i have put myself through that?" i was just at such a low point in my life and had no idea that things could be good again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am a few years later. my life has changed for the good in so many ways: i am in a good job, still figuring out the whole school thing but on a good path, thinkin about moving, have a MUCH better sense of self, and in a great relationship! not so bad eh? and that is just the start of the list. i think i have to give myself a break. i a doing ok. yes, there are people who may seem to be doing better but hell i have had to go through a lot and i have to give myself that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh this feels good. just writing this all out has made me feel better!&lt;div 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off'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113423084511893457</id><published>2005-12-10T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T08:07:25.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas issues</title><content type='html'>oh my i am not doing well on this whole chrismas shopping thing. so far the only person i have anything for is julie! e i am at a total loss for because i have tried to find stuff for but nothing seems to be around that i really want to get him. plus i have the preasure of him telling me how awesome my gifts will be! i can't live up to that! lol although i have already knit him a cool scarf...so i got some talents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out for tappas last night. it was yummy but we both agreed it was not as good as the place we to go in evanston. the place was called tappas barcelona, i had been to one in arlington heights a few years back and remember it being good. the one we went to last night in park ridge just didn't have the same feel as the other one or maybe my standards have just changed. plus, there were a bunch of lame suburbians with their black pants and shoes but white socks and some unreal sweaters. hehe...that is just mean but true! while at dinner e told me about how that day while bored he had writen letters to his local state reps in responce to and article he had read that day. i guess there is something that is trying to be passes that would make security restrictions on the "war on terrorism" permanent and he just felt that was not right. awwww it made me melt a little. i just thought it was so cool he would do that! you go with your cival duty self! its a muscle we should all use a little bit more. and trust me i am the last one to say anything but come on it is a bit inspiring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113423084511893457?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113423084511893457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113423084511893457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113423084511893457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113423084511893457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-issues.html' title='christmas issues'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113417427272373319</id><published>2005-12-09T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:24:32.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/1600/cathat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3918/1916/320/cathat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to make that hat!!! good luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113417393321292067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113417393321292067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113417393321292067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday.html' title='friday!!!'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113400188887259525</id><published>2005-12-07T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:31:28.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a day</title><content type='html'>so today was rather boring until i left school. so let me paint a picture. i am walking out with jackie talkin away when another teacher waves us over to one of the cabs that picks up some of our kids. we go over to find that the cab driver is out cold! he is breathing but there is no way to wake him up! this guy was going to drive one of our kids home!!! so i call 911 and the teachers start crowding around. jackie then looks around at the car and realizes the whole back  windscheild in smashed from him crashing into the dumpsters. u have to imagine there are a lot of kids and partents around and we are trying to keep the trafic flowing. soon we hear the sirens going and the ambulance and fire department come. the guy was taken away in the ambulance. i guess the guy was drunk and had just passed out. it was kinda silly and scary. so i have to file a police report and one with the school and so on. the other funny thing was that when the police officer was checking out the cab he found a suitcase in the back. inside was an antique gramaphone. weird eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113400188887259525?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113400188887259525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113400188887259525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113400188887259525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113400188887259525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-what-day.html' title='oh what a day'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113390387535489340</id><published>2005-12-06T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:17:55.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly stuff</title><content type='html'>so things have been a little crazy lately. i have been feeling super outa shape and a bit on the low side. i am going to work out after this so hopefully i will get things on track soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note...i have been shopping WAY too much. i have bought so much in the last week. but i kinda feel that i need it too though. the sweaters and shirts i have are like 3-5 years old and just make me look and feel sloppy. so here is to some spiffy clothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had movement therapy at work today for the kids...the specialist who did it was named Love! lol. that is just toooooooo much. in the wise words of April my co-worker. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113390387535489340?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113390387535489340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113390387535489340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113390387535489340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113390387535489340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/silly-stuff.html' title='silly stuff'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113367289554382076</id><published>2005-12-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:08:28.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep....</title><content type='html'>i have too much going on in my head. i can't sleep. this has been like the worst weekend ever. nothing but fighting. i am not sure what to do, in fact i feel nothing but lost and unsure of what action to take. am i staying in the same situation because of fear of being alone or because i really should be. i just don't want to get stuck in a corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113367289554382076?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113367289554382076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113367289554382076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113367289554382076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113367289554382076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleep.html' title='sleep....'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113357141808593288</id><published>2005-12-02T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:56:58.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>expectations exceeded</title><content type='html'>so that was what i got on my evaluation for work! so yeah i rock in the world of special ed! wish i could say the same for everything else but eh what can ya do? so yeah...i don't know i don't really feel like writing right now so i think i will get going. julie just called me and we are going to go out and have some fun. yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113357141808593288?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113357141808593288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113357141808593288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113357141808593288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113357141808593288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/expectations-exceeded.html' title='expectations exceeded'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113330174022838465</id><published>2005-11-29T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:02:20.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>How do u like my weather pixie? isn't she cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113330174022838465?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113330174022838465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113330174022838465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113330174022838465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113330174022838465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah!'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113330166251407638</id><published>2005-11-29T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:01:02.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>It was so great having the past week off of work. although i did a lot of stuff for other peope and worked the BOx Office i needed the break from special ed. the added bonus is that in two and a half weeks i get two weeks off! the kids are great but the job just really gets to you and its like there is no escape. you are working with this kid to do the most simple task and its like you never gt through...or at least that is how it feels. but i guess i have and i can see that now, step back and see the good. lets see how i feel in two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still lost on the whole school thing. i don't really know what to major in or what school to go to. i am thinking special ed but then i feel i might just get burned out on that. then i think social work...hm....i just don't know!! i want to help and do something i am proud of! any ideas?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113330166251407638?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113330166251407638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113330166251407638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113330166251407638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113330166251407638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19375352.post-113315338896414884</id><published>2005-11-27T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:49:48.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting over</title><content type='html'>so here i am starting a new blog. i had one on friendster but just wanted to start over and make it my own. so here i am. i am doing this to get my thoughts and ideas out and to just keep tab on the progress of my life. so here we goooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19375352-113315338896414884?l=windsongpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113315338896414884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19375352&amp;postID=113315338896414884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113315338896414884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19375352/posts/default/113315338896414884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windsongpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/starting-over.html' title='starting over'/><author><name>Windsongpoetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630254200058146259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-313.vo.llnwd.net/00322/31/31/322301313_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
