<?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-6909318131549430252</id><updated>2012-02-13T14:41:00.545-08:00</updated><category term='intentions'/><category term='Buckeyes'/><category term='Ohio State'/><category term='children'/><category term='love letter'/><category term='bad relationships'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='song'/><category term='principles'/><category term='grief'/><category term='College Football'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='fear'/><category term='Heisman trophy winners'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='questions'/><category term='Natalie Merchant'/><category term='singers'/><category term='hope'/><category term='co-dependency'/><category term='life'/><category term='Back in So. Cal.'/><title type='text'>Musings of a treasure Huntress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-1462552187245161535</id><published>2011-12-06T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:50:17.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Christmas wish..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRzNSu0YUS4/Tt58hWiVDqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zOC5xRgirBQ/s1600/SorenLightingArrow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRzNSu0YUS4/Tt58hWiVDqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zOC5xRgirBQ/s320/SorenLightingArrow.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a lucky gal. I have 3 great kids, a great boyfriend, a house, loving family..so much to be grateful for. In this season of giving, I'm thinking about what can't be given. I'm thinking about my hearts wish. My heart wants to be fed creatively again. Think I just might take some night classes in writing, photography or dance maybe even. My heart does also long for a daughter. I have 3 handsome boys and no one to pass my heirlooms too, no one to share my girly heart with..so that's my Christmas wishing. What's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-1462552187245161535?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1462552187245161535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-your-christmas-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/1462552187245161535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/1462552187245161535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-your-christmas-wish.html' title='What&apos;s your Christmas wish..?'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRzNSu0YUS4/Tt58hWiVDqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zOC5xRgirBQ/s72-c/SorenLightingArrow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-8198868530262019985</id><published>2011-05-31T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:50:46.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Episodes: Fabulous Celebration Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blondeepisodes.com/2011/05/fabulous-celebration-giveaway.html"&gt;Blonde Episodes: Fabulous Celebration Giveaway!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girlfriend has a fabulous blog and a book I'm trying to win- check it out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-8198868530262019985?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blondeepisodes.com/2011/05/fabulous-celebration-giveaway.html' title='Blonde Episodes: Fabulous Celebration Giveaway!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8198868530262019985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/blonde-episodes-fabulous-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/8198868530262019985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/8198868530262019985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/blonde-episodes-fabulous-celebration.html' title='Blonde Episodes: Fabulous Celebration Giveaway!'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-3919776987827489262</id><published>2011-01-05T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:21:54.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Love, New Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TSTew52A3BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zMOnCg4FhVI/s1600/QuinnnewYears.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TSTew52A3BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zMOnCg4FhVI/s320/QuinnnewYears.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558812771824491538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh starts feel good. The promise of hope and something new. In my life, timing has always been unexpected. When the whole world is going through seemingly tough times, I fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of love, I've only heard about. The kind of love that can last forever.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm filled with new years happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it took me till 34 yrs old but, I'm guessing I had to learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;My resolution for 2011 is to let nothing get in the way of this new.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-3919776987827489262?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3919776987827489262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-love-new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/3919776987827489262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/3919776987827489262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-love-new-life.html' title='New Year, New Love, New Life!'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TSTew52A3BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zMOnCg4FhVI/s72-c/QuinnnewYears.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-5276990636466076397</id><published>2010-12-16T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:50:07.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singers'/><title type='text'>Samson by Regina Spektor</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p62rfWxs6a8?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-5276990636466076397?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5276990636466076397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2010/12/samson-by-regina-spektor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/5276990636466076397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/5276990636466076397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2010/12/samson-by-regina-spektor.html' title='Samson by Regina Spektor'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p62rfWxs6a8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-5500081560684795661</id><published>2010-09-11T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:03:51.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-dependency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Hover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TIvfXFCZwqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/72lTr1VrSvQ/s1600/9-9-2010+1_08_32+PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TIvfXFCZwqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/72lTr1VrSvQ/s320/9-9-2010+1_08_32+PM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515747756227543714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I will tell you love me or leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;These things do not take time, make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cause I won't share a bed with a foe any mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had to move a boulder called fear to get me to here and there's no stopping now, les the boulder move back down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So on forward I go, with or without you I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;One thing is for certain, I'm over the hurtin and if you can't keep to that then I guess it's goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You had your chance, so did I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-5500081560684795661?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5500081560684795661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2010/09/hover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/5500081560684795661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/5500081560684795661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2010/09/hover.html' title='Hover'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TIvfXFCZwqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/72lTr1VrSvQ/s72-c/9-9-2010+1_08_32+PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-8471863371923031074</id><published>2010-08-16T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:13:54.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Last Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TGnV_4url4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-3lRIk20ymI/s1600/MeonHorse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TGnV_4url4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-3lRIk20ymI/s320/MeonHorse.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506167312973797250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you feel the reigns are loosening, this old race horse is limping, time to put her to rest.&lt;div&gt;Hard to imagine there's no more fight left but, the weakness, you can't deny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let's send her off well, there's no reason to yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was somethin to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-8471863371923031074?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8471863371923031074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/8471863371923031074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/8471863371923031074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-race.html' title='Last Race'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/TGnV_4url4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-3lRIk20ymI/s72-c/MeonHorse.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-4660869169612692736</id><published>2010-05-18T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:41:29.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/S_LMIK7TlEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AophJprHspI/s1600/diana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/S_LMIK7TlEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AophJprHspI/s320/diana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472660937952695362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; a contributor to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt; in personal freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was little&lt;/span&gt; I was super sensitive and afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right Now&lt;/span&gt; I am stronger than I could have ever imagined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt; my family and friends more than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I know for sure&lt;/span&gt; is that we are all connected by energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never been more happy then&lt;/span&gt; when I'm watching my kids have fun and laughing with my old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a penchant for&lt;/span&gt; partying and having a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish all of us could&lt;/span&gt; be with the loves of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dream of&lt;/span&gt; owning a 2nd house (somewhere beautiful) where my friends/ family could visit anytime and write messages in a journal left there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People tell me&lt;/span&gt; I am a wild woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born to&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; in thought, action and speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am particularly good at&lt;/span&gt; saying what nobody wants to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I want most in this world &lt;/span&gt;is to make a difference by making changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; a WILD teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I indulge in &lt;/span&gt;my love life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The words I hold closest to my heart&lt;/span&gt; I love you and no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I get a chance I will&lt;/span&gt; write a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I live for&lt;/span&gt; the real story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe the most important thing in a person is to be&lt;/span&gt; THEMSELVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have an amazing&lt;/span&gt; family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I had a superpower it would be&lt;/span&gt; to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hail to&lt;/span&gt; God= love= higher than things of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The big idea of my life is&lt;/span&gt; to pass the family history and make a new song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-4660869169612692736?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4660869169612692736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-manifesto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/4660869169612692736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/4660869169612692736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-manifesto.html' title='My manifesto'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/S_LMIK7TlEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AophJprHspI/s72-c/diana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-9041578196647313191</id><published>2009-08-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:46:37.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Merchant'/><title type='text'>When Life Hands You Lemons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SoG4zeRcaSI/AAAAAAAAACw/e9le-7_xGks/s1600-h/westernSoren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SoG4zeRcaSI/AAAAAAAAACw/e9le-7_xGks/s320/westernSoren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368775425241409826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a rough summer for me. My new husband and I are calling it quits, not for lack of love but for the best of the children and therefore ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Then my 11 year old Dalmation Delilah died in the home. She had been my practice for having kids- my oldest kid really, now gone..&lt;br /&gt;Then on July 31st the passing of my dear uncle Walter. He was the 3rd born of 10 kids and the 1st to pass. Needless to say, July sucked major for me.&lt;br /&gt;As I experienced grief, the emotions and thoughts that come with it; I couldn't help but feel inspired.&lt;br /&gt;See, after experiencing death in front of you~ there is an awakening.&lt;br /&gt;We can bond and grow in the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is so much we have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I was reminded of this, a feeling of humility came over me.&lt;br /&gt;In the day to day superficialities we can often lose sight of what's important.&lt;br /&gt;Often, things go un-nurtured and forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;When losing someone you love, there is re-evaluation of these things.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I was overwhelmed by grief, I had to smile with gratitude for knowing them.&lt;br /&gt;Living beings are not inanimate. They cannot be destroyed. It brought much comfort to me, thinking about the spirit as something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eternal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I could experience the closeness of my dearly departed through memory, to be reunited one day in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I know, some people struggle more with this than others.&lt;br /&gt;From the song Life is Sweet by my favorite Natalie Merchant she sings:&lt;br /&gt;They told you life is hard&lt;br /&gt;Misery from the start, it's dull&lt;br /&gt;It's slow, it's painful&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you life is sweet&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the misery&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more, be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Well, who do you believe&lt;br /&gt;Who will you listen to, who will it be&lt;br /&gt;Because it's high time that you decide&lt;br /&gt;In your own mind.&lt;br /&gt;That, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much more &lt;/span&gt;she's talkin about, I interpret to be our amazing, universal connection.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty we can take hold of, at any given moment, just breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Resting humbly in our knowledge of being part of something so much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my drop in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;An output of positivity during a negative experience.&lt;br /&gt;A brief example of turning things around and making the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;When the storm comes and you feel alone, know that you're part of something incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-9041578196647313191?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/9041578196647313191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-life-hands-you-lemons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/9041578196647313191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/9041578196647313191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-life-hands-you-lemons.html' title='When Life Hands You Lemons'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SoG4zeRcaSI/AAAAAAAAACw/e9le-7_xGks/s72-c/westernSoren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-6555038030613287299</id><published>2009-07-20T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:16:00.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>3 Questions:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SmTXwuRlkII/AAAAAAAAACo/QnY1BabRsg0/s1600-h/MexicanoQuinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SmTXwuRlkII/AAAAAAAAACo/QnY1BabRsg0/s320/MexicanoQuinn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360646688533221506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What brings me joy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that the "highest" I have ever felt, is during praise worship. There's something about voices in unison for the glory of God. Whatever you feel about God; the power can be proved by the feeling experienced in worship. In attempt to describe this: it's like being free- mind, body and spirit. Completely in the moment and therefore elevated out of present time and circumstance. It's the letting go of all past and future~ a consecrated action. At these moments I experience joy in it's purest form. Of course, many other things bring me joy.. My dearest friends, in our intimate conversation. Children in their honesty and integrity. This picture:) To name a few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When do I feel the best in me shine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm fearless! Sometimes life attempts to bring you down. I must admit, that I spent many years without the key to my own shackles. When I discovered that fear was holding me back and the key to being free was fearlessness, it changed my life. No longer encumbered by my own doubt and insecurity, I could conquer anything! Only then could I truly shine. When I give now, from my free and open self- I shine! Passing on the fearless energy and thereby empowering others to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I get up in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's a new day that I want to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's exciting to unravel the mysteries of life!&lt;br /&gt;Because life and the world we live in, is full of wonder, beauty and art.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now go on, what are your answers??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-6555038030613287299?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/6555038030613287299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/6555038030613287299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-questions.html' title='3 Questions:'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SmTXwuRlkII/AAAAAAAAACo/QnY1BabRsg0/s72-c/MexicanoQuinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-2456428242958399034</id><published>2009-07-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:52:47.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Declaration of purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Sl12GzGFXpI/AAAAAAAAACg/dbMYjA7uBLA/s1600-h/purposestatement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Sl12GzGFXpI/AAAAAAAAACg/dbMYjA7uBLA/s320/purposestatement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358568990807776914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a unique individual that's not afraid to walk to the beat of her own drum. I'm a fighter for my place in the world, for my right to be respected and for those who may not be able to fight for themselves. I'm a mother of boys; the kind that are growing into leaders, not followers and I'm not afraid to take some credit for it. I'm a woman, one who has fallen and learned along the way- ever stronger, ever braver, ever wiser. I'm a natural salesman, (as you can see from my early days) always loved to perform, network and speak up- it's in the genes..&lt;br /&gt;Who was I at 6?&lt;br /&gt;A daydreamer with a wild imagination. I believed that I would be a famous entertainer and yet, I was painfully more shy than, anyone who knows me now, would imagine. Back then, my performing was behind closed doors to Annie on record. Back then, when I was asked what I wanted to be, I said a singer- nothings changed :)&lt;br /&gt;What I really want, is to be an inspiration to others. I want to make a difference in the world. I want to be bold in thought, action and spirit. I want to challenge myself and others, through my example.&lt;br /&gt;What's your declaration of purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-2456428242958399034?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2456428242958399034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/declaration-of-purpose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/2456428242958399034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/2456428242958399034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/declaration-of-purpose.html' title='Declaration of purpose'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Sl12GzGFXpI/AAAAAAAAACg/dbMYjA7uBLA/s72-c/purposestatement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-3956128646854910503</id><published>2009-03-21T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:10:43.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flickr Mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/photos/0914f13932066b3a49e7aefc3cbc1c4b/mosaic5581680"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bighugelabs.com/thumbs/0914f13932066b3a49e7aefc3cbc1c4b/mosaic5581680.jpg" alt="Image hosted @ bighugelabs.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-3956128646854910503?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3956128646854910503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-flickr-mosaic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/3956128646854910503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/3956128646854910503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-flickr-mosaic.html' title='My Flickr Mosaic'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-2830500062412753083</id><published>2009-02-14T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:41:19.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>The love in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SZcABGOJMoI/AAAAAAAAABA/BD_R1OlCmAU/s1600-h/IMG_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SZcABGOJMoI/AAAAAAAAABA/BD_R1OlCmAU/s320/IMG_2678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302707105101853314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for what you've done to my life.&lt;br /&gt;You make me a better person every day.&lt;br /&gt;My world is filled with tears, smiling to myself and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;You are from me but not of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm continually amazed at what you teach me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your example of unending love.&lt;br /&gt;There is always a plate of food, a hug or kiss (depending), a story, my time- for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-2830500062412753083?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2830500062412753083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/2830500062412753083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/2830500062412753083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-in-my-heart.html' title='The love in my heart'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SZcABGOJMoI/AAAAAAAAABA/BD_R1OlCmAU/s72-c/IMG_2678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-1730974192890178458</id><published>2008-10-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:26:58.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio State'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heisman trophy winners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buckeyes'/><title type='text'>Me and Archie Griffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SOupIWifgFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aJHFJoLyCek/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SOupIWifgFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aJHFJoLyCek/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254479351212114002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SOuoWAKvlGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sWAhYx29_-w/s1600-h/Me%26ArchiGriff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SOuoWAKvlGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sWAhYx29_-w/s320/Me%26ArchiGriff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478486213465186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got to visit Ohio for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;I went to an Ohio State football game and got to meet the legendary, 2 time Heisman trophy winning- Archie Griffin. He was a really sweetheart of a guy and he signed a magazine for me, (during a OSU touchdown no less!) I wasn't much of a sports fan but, I gotta say after attending the Buckeyes "Skull Session" that all changed. A nostalchick girl like me thoroughly enjoyed the brass band with it's lively drum major. It was a visual romance for me sitting there in the old St. John Arena listening to real music. What can I say, I'm now a fan. I KNOW, it just aint right for a West Coaster to be a fan of a Pack 10 team! I've never been one to follow others anyway ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-1730974192890178458?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1730974192890178458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-archie-griffin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/1730974192890178458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/1730974192890178458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-archie-griffin.html' title='Me and Archie Griffin'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SOupIWifgFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aJHFJoLyCek/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909318131549430252.post-5211406596495412064</id><published>2008-09-29T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:30:46.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back in So. Cal.'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my Blog life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SOEOor45o5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vg1Dcnvcq_Q/s1600-h/Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SOEOor45o5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vg1Dcnvcq_Q/s320/Rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494732629648274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got back last night from Ohio and woke up to So. Cal rain. Right out my door there's a rainbow. I can't help but be inspired and cheered by this beautiful sky spectiCAL and I decide to finally start a blog. Writing is my passion, reading is one of my loves and I might as well jump on the proverbial bandwagon! &lt;br /&gt;So here's to someone else's nonsense and makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;Nostalchicks rainbow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909318131549430252-5211406596495412064?l=nostalchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5211406596495412064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-my-blog-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/5211406596495412064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909318131549430252/posts/default/5211406596495412064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalchick.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-my-blog-life.html' title='Welcome to my Blog life!'/><author><name>Nostalchick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732434871991223920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/Spal12C23kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DrfKDFYFt2c/S220/Julieprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSc0l6BKhqE/SOEOor45o5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vg1Dcnvcq_Q/s72-c/Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
