<?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-1669063884922689709</id><updated>2012-01-02T13:02:57.774-08:00</updated><category term='hating spiders'/><category term='disgust'/><category term='apartments'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='Life'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Complexity'/><category term='Complicated Life'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='apartment complex sucks'/><category term='heat'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Frontierville'/><category term='Internet games'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='ADHD'/><category term='Bad Managers'/><category term='humidity'/><category term='Simple Life'/><category term='Adult ADD'/><category term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Contemplations on Life</title><subtitle type='html'>A lot of times I have random thoughts on life or just things I want to talk about. This blog will be a way for me to talk about things that I need to get out of my mind. I am hoping that maybe things I talk about can either help others or get them thinking, which ultimately might help them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5023344072479148469</id><published>2012-01-02T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:50:32.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Is Finally Here...</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I am glad that 2011 is finally over with. I am hoping that with the new year things can start to finally look up. Even if it is in my own perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't really have a lot to update on. New Year's eve I had a couple of transports but made it home in time to watch the ball drop with Mary at midnight. Other then that not much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am enjoying the work of my job though the hours really suck. I am definitely going to have to start looking for new work. I can not survive on 49, 56 or so hours a paycheck. We get paid on the 1st and the 15th. I am frustrated that I have to find work because this is a job I actually like. I enjoy being on the road, transporting patients, instead of sitting behind a desk or doing some other mundane task. Each run is to somewhere different with a different patient (though we do have regulars), which mixes things up a bit. Its definitely not a boring job. But a person can't survive on that small number of hours in this economy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well that is the extent of my update for today. More to come later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5023344072479148469?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5023344072479148469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-is-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5023344072479148469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5023344072479148469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-is-finally-here.html' title='2012 Is Finally Here...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-6578517433444626682</id><published>2011-12-17T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:12:45.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Update!</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sorry it has been so long since I've updated. I've thought about it for awhile but kept putting it off. So here's what's been happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; September 23rd, I graduated with my associates degree in Criminal Justice (CJ). I ended up receiving the National Honor Society for my class. I didn't even have honors, I was .02 away from a 3.5 GPA. I NEVER even thought about getting National Honor Society (NHS) as I never receive things like that. When they called my name it took me a split second to realize they were actually calling my name. My parents, 13yr old brother Jon and Grandma P came out from Wisconsin to see me graduate. I also had all my aunts and uncles and Grandma S who to see me graduate. It was nice to see everyone again. My parents gave me a stainless steel pot and pan set for my graduation gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; September 27th I had an interview for a possible job. I got the job and now work as a transport officer. We transport mentally ill, inmates, juveniles, and dementia patients. I love the work but its hard because I am oncall 24/7. This makes it hard because I work all different hours of the day and I don't get a consistent amount of hours which makes things hard on my wallet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Those are the main updates for now. I've mainly been working and thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-6578517433444626682?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/6578517433444626682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/12/major-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6578517433444626682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6578517433444626682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/12/major-update.html' title='Major Update!'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-3892372154697512775</id><published>2011-08-24T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:48:26.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hating spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders'/><title type='text'>Why I HATE Summer...</title><content type='html'>I hate summer because I hate the heat, humidity and don't even like the sun that much; but the big reason I hate summer is because of all the spiders that hang around. They are everywhere and it causes me great anxiety every time I go for a walk outside around trees or bushes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I live there are this spiders (that are not real big, but still creepy) that make their webs from the tree branches down to the ground. You can't always see the web until you are walking into it. Whenever I go outside I feel like webs get all over me. Since I have a dog who needs periodic potty breaks I have to go outside. I usually end up having to walk him by bushes and trees at some point if I want to take him to a grassy area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I took&amp;nbsp;Wyatt out one last time before I left to head to the school. One tree branch had at least three of these hanging spiderwebs with spiders in the center. I know I walked through a part of one and felt creeped out because of it. Then I went up our stairs to get into&amp;nbsp;our apartment and went to&amp;nbsp;open the door and this huge spider jumped from the ceiling above, outside the&amp;nbsp;door. Luckily I saw it out of the corner of my eye and pulled back. It was a big brown or black spider (it blended with the carpet). I stepped on the nasty thing (to put it nicely). Then I was just&amp;nbsp;completely and utterly disgusted and my anxiety really went up. Usually when I get a spider on me I have to go take a shower to get rid of the anxiety. I couldn't do that today because I had to get going&amp;nbsp;so I could get out to the school to work on stuff. Walking to the bus I felt anxious the whole time. Now I've calmed down&amp;nbsp;for the most part but still feel it a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know why I hate summers. Why I LOVE the fall and spring time and actually don't mind winter in Oregon (where its not below zero weather). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace &lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-3892372154697512775?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/3892372154697512775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-i-hate-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/3892372154697512775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/3892372154697512775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-i-hate-summer.html' title='Why I HATE Summer...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-914893887235280299</id><published>2011-07-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:26:26.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name...</title><content type='html'>So I have changed the name that comes up at the end of the posting. It was RaeAnn but is now Lady Aria. In portfolio class we have talked about how an employer can google your name and read your things on the internet. I'm not sure if I have changed it in all the places need so it doesn't come up but I didn't see it when I googled myself. I changed it to Lady Aria because its a name I was thinking about using for a pen name if I ever get some books published. So thought I would use it here too. I haven't decided if I will start signing my blogs Lady Aria, and might keep that as RaeAnn for now. Any thoughts on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-914893887235280299?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/914893887235280299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/914893887235280299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/914893887235280299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-name.html' title='New Name...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-6910635530370545384</id><published>2011-07-17T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:27:10.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frontierville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult ADD'/><title type='text'>What I Promised...</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So last time I posted I said I would come back later and post a couple of things I had on my mind. So today I am finally able to do this. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The first thing on my mind is this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think I might have Adult ADD. I have been thinking about this for about a year or so. The symptoms seem to fit and if I do have it, it would explain my whole life. I have such a hard time in school, even now. Its hard for me to focus and I get distracted easily. I can't sit still. Its extremely hard for me to finish anything, and I can't make up my mind on what I want to do when I'm done with college. I graduate in September and I'm scared as hell. I've not talked to anyone about this extreme fear that I won't be able to find what I want to do with my life and make a good try at it. The reason I haven't told anyone is because 1) its embarrassing, and 2) I really don't have anyone to talk too, that would understand. Most of my friends who I would talk to will just try to tell me how to fix the problem instead of just listening to what I'm saying. Or they say, you will be fine. I hate hearing that because how do they know I will be fine? They don't know what's in store for me and I just feel like my feelings are invalidated when I am told that. I have one friend who I mostly email who lives in WI. I have told her the surface fear but not the deep dark fear inside of me which I don't know how to say out loud or even begin to explain. I actually have an appointment Tuesday to go talk to my doctor about this. I've been wanting to talk to her about this for awhile but was to afraid. In my psychology class, my teacher has ADHD and I can relate to a lot of things he talks about. We are also doing a project in psychology class and I'm doing mine on ADHD in hopes of possibly finding answers for myself. I'm not sure that I have the hyperactivity part, but it could be combined I'm not sure. I just want answers so that I can understand the way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing on my mind is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook. Is there really a point for it in my life? I have also been contemplating this for awhile. Then I read another blog of a woman who is taking a break from Facebook. And I wonder if I could do this also.&amp;nbsp;http://astrangerinthisplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/taking-break-from-facebook.html I'm not sure if I could. I agree with what she talks about as far as stress being caused by Facebook. I also play Frontierville and am close to blocking that first just to see how it goes. I feel anxious thinking about the fact that I HAVE to go on my homestead everyday to finish quests or get rewards. One problem is that I am addicted to the game and I'm level 80 so feel like I have done A LOT of work to just throw it away. Another thought though is that between Mary and I we have six Facebook accounts just so we can play games on four of them. I could always play on one or more of these if I really needed a Frontierville fix. Right now I'm just sick of the game and how it takes up so much time. I'm tired of having to go through and accept all of the gifts from my gift box and off the wall, in order to finish quests. It takes up so much time and energy. Maybe its time to let it go. As far as Facebook itself I'm not sure. There are people I only keep in contact through there. Then there are people I have on there I NEVER talk too. Those people I don't think I need to have on there anymore. Then there are all the friends I have to play games. I don't really need any of these people if I get rid of Frontierville. I want to cut some people from my Facebook and only keep people I actually talk to on there. My thing is what if later I want to go back to Frontierville and then I have gotten rid of all those people? Then I have to find friends to play again. So how do I know if I making the right decision or not? &amp;nbsp;I am hoping that maybe if I got rid of some of my distractions, maybe I would have time to read or do artsy stuff or other things I want to do that I am too distracted with other things to actually do. I want to try and weed distractions out of my life but I'm not sure how or where to start. I guess I am thinking if I start with Facebook, maybe I'll figure the rest out with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the two things I promised to talk about. I think it has helped me to get it out. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all enjoying the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-6910635530370545384?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/6910635530370545384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-promised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6910635530370545384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6910635530370545384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-promised.html' title='What I Promised...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-2840773130014658575</id><published>2011-07-09T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:34:48.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life's Updates...</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I have a few updates and thoughts to post here since I haven't written in so long. I'm not sure exactly where to start so I guess I will start with the good news and then write about my two things I'm working on in my life to hopefully manage my life better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My good news is that I entered an essay scholarship for my school. It was a 2000 word essay about my education at my school and how it would impact society and my future career. The prize was $2000 to be used for tuition or living expenses. So I entered this contest and after much hard work got the essay up to 2005 words. We found out this week the winners and I didn't win the top prize but I did get an honorable mention for my essay. There were 17 participants. One top winner, about 5 honorable mentions and the rest recieved participant certificates. I may not have gotten the top prize but I was happy to recieve the honorable mention which is better then a certificate just for participating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My other two things on the agenda will have to be posted about later becuase I have to go catch the bus as I lost track of time (again). LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love &amp;amp; Peace &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-2840773130014658575?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/2840773130014658575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-lifes-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/2840773130014658575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/2840773130014658575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-lifes-updates.html' title='My Life&apos;s Updates...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-3552073899078728286</id><published>2011-06-12T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:57:19.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complicated Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complexity'/><title type='text'>Envying the Simple Life...</title><content type='html'>The prior post I posted kind of leads to wanting this but they are about total different issues/ideas so they deserved separate posts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mary and I have been talking this last weekend about a different type of lifestyle. I'm not sure how it would work yet as we need to do a ton of research first.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of the complex life and brought this thought up to Mary last night. We have been talking about it since.&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking that since I want a simpler life, it would be neat to save up some money and buy an RV to live in. We would rent a spot at an RV park, which I think would be cheaper then an apartment (again working on the research). This would enable us to be able to save more money. Once we had enough money saved we would buy a plot of land just outside of whatever town we wanted to be close too. Once the land was payed off, we would start saving to build our own small house.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm tired of the complex life. I want things to be simpler. I'm not sure how much Mary is on this same path with me, but the way we are both talking, I think she might be. We have a friend T, who right now doesn't have a specific place to stay, who lives life very simply. He is talking about traveling and hiking some of the trails around the area. I envy anyone who is able to live a simple life and would love to do this myself. I'm tired of all the static that comes with such complicated life. I need peace in my life and a simpler life would help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we need to research or do...&lt;br /&gt;1)Cost of RV parks, on a monthly basis&lt;br /&gt;2) Cost of RVs&lt;br /&gt;3) Cost of vehicles (ours isn't running). We would need a running vehicle before the RV&lt;br /&gt;4) Need full time jobs&lt;br /&gt;5) Get rid of or sell our extra crap we don't need&lt;br /&gt;6) And much, much more I can't think of at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if or when all of this will happen. Obviously we have to work on the job thing first, so we can save some money. Once money is saved things will flow more readily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-3552073899078728286?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/3552073899078728286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/06/envy-simple-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/3552073899078728286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/3552073899078728286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/06/envy-simple-life.html' title='Envying the Simple Life...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5564660407046324152</id><published>2011-06-12T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:42:03.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Managers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment complex sucks'/><title type='text'>This Morning...WHEW!</title><content type='html'>So about mid morning I took Wyatt down for a potty break. There were two sheriff cars in the parking lot of our complex, talking to about 15 or so of the residents. I asked one lady what was going on and she said that someone had thrown dog poop in the pool and the manager refused to clean the pool, besides take the poop out, and yet wouldn't close the pool. {When Mary and I went to look with other residents later, there are still remnants of poop in there}. &lt;br /&gt;I went back upstairs and told Mary what was going on. We left Wyatt upstairs and went down to hear the rest of the story. The manager has marked cars that have passes to park here, to be towed. The other day he put a note on everyone's door that everyone has to clean every thing up, including things like welcome mats, ash trays, and things on the deck that should be OK to be there.&amp;nbsp; This note on top of everything else is setting people here off. Along with the poop incident, someone has been throwing piles of cigarette butts on the grounds around the property, and I'm sure more is about to happen. Someone put a note on everyone's door today about the manager and the pool saying they are going to be calling Health and Human Services tomorrow morning, which I think is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Mary and I moved in here April 2009. This is the fourth manager we have had since moving in here. It seems like every manager they get, the complex goes farther and farther down hill. I don't know where the owner finds the inept managers but he needs to start looking somewhere else. He is not finding any winners. &lt;br /&gt;The thing that worries me the most is that its going to go so far down hill, that it will go out of business and we will be screwed out of a home. We don't have money to go anywhere else right now.&lt;br /&gt;So that is the extent of this morning.... which leads me to my next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5564660407046324152?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5564660407046324152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-morningwhew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5564660407046324152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5564660407046324152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-morningwhew.html' title='This Morning...WHEW!'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5309524583805491771</id><published>2011-06-01T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:28:12.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Since today is the first of the month, my old bus pass is invalid, so I had to scrounge up change for the bus today. When I went to get on the bus, the change machine was broken so the bus driver couldn't give me a pass and told me I would have to get a pass at the Max Station. So I said ok and sat down. This girl next to me who was getting off at the next stop, reached over and handed me her bus stop. I offered to pay her for it and she said no that's ok I'm getting off up here anyways. So I didn't have to purchase a bus pass after all for today. It is refreshing to know there are nice people out there. Very few and far between but they are there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that today is BORING. I am at school at the moment "working" on schoolwork. I've gotten a couple of things done but now I'm just bored. This week is the last week plus Monday for this term. Since we have Memorial day off, we have to make it up next Monday. I just want to be done with school. My mind is finished with it. I am burnt out. One more term after this and I will be done with school for awhile. I am still trying to decide if I want to finish my bachelor's degree or not. Maybe by next June I'll be more enthused about the whole matter. I am already signed up to come back, and I'm sure I will end up back and finishing my schooling. Its just that right now I'm so overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even really know what else to type here. My brain is fried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace &lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5309524583805491771?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5309524583805491771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/06/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5309524583805491771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5309524583805491771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/06/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5931730642519398324</id><published>2011-05-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:26:14.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom is School...</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting in class right now and I just want to be done and go home. I really wish I was done with school right now. That&amp;nbsp;I could just be graduated and done with it all. I need to find a job that pays me more then what I'm making now. Its the middle of the month and we dont' have any rent money set out yet. We usually set it out by now but my last check had to go to some other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered some photos in a photo contest and had to have hard copies to send in. It was like $50 to get the hard copies I wanted. I sent the photos in Saturday so we'll see what happens. Because we are short on money though, it makes me feel guilty that I spent that amount of money on photos though. I shouldn't have to feel that way all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary bought tickets last night for Jeff Dunham show tomorrow. I LOVE Jeff Dunham and can't wait to see him live. I feel guilty though and like I can't fully have a good time because that money should have gone to rent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its things like this that frustrate me. I&amp;nbsp; shouldn't have to feel guilty to have a little fun and it seems like I'm the only one who ever feels guilty when it comes to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care to have a lot of money. I just want enough money to live comfortable. To be able to have a car and&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;house that I own. That I don't have to make payments on. They&amp;nbsp;don't even have to be brand new. Just run and be comfortable. Our car isn't even working now. I am stuck to public transit. Its ok but not as convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my rant for today. I am in class wishing it was over so I could go&amp;nbsp;home as I feel&amp;nbsp;kind of antsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5931730642519398324?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5931730642519398324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/boredom-is-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5931730642519398324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5931730642519398324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/boredom-is-school.html' title='Boredom is School...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5034997301419238942</id><published>2011-05-15T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:52:37.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard To Admit...</title><content type='html'>So its 1134pm and I'm supposed to be sleeping. I finally pulled myself and Mary off the computer so we could go sleep. But I have some things on my mind and if I don't get them out and written down I won't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its hard to admit but I have a problem. This problem is in regards to school. I am way behind in classes and have no motivation to get anything done. I graduate in September and my parents plan to come out from WI to finally see me graduate with my associates degree. This is my third time trying for an associates and I really want to finish this time. I was hoping to finish with at least honors. I would be happy with honors though high honors would be awesome. I don't have that much ambition in me. So I've tried for second best. Now though its looking I won't even make that.&amp;nbsp; I've been doing fairly well for my procrastination and slacking from quarter to quarter. My GPA finally got above a 3.5 when its been sitting at about 3.3 most of my time in school. Now this term I think its going back down. I kind of feel like I'm drowning and can't swim out. In one way, I care and want to do well. To show others, and myself, I can actually do it this time. On another sense, I don't care and just want it to be done and over with. I can't quit again though. I need to finish this. I have come to the conclusion that maybe I'm afraid of success. I know I'm afraid of failure but I'm used to it, so it seems ok. I've never been successful and my interests have never been pursued to the point of making them a success. I don't attempt publishing my writing because I'm afraid of being turned down. I am entering a photo contest so maybe that will lead to something, though my hopes aren't too high. I am used to failure and people turning me down or telling me I can't do it. I always believe them and in turn, FAIL. I have no idea how to turn this cycle around. When it comes to the end of maybe actually being a success, I quit and don't proceed. I need to show myself that I don't have to do that and can actually finish something. I want to feel good about myself for once. To know that I don't have to live this mundane life of no success and no triumph. That I CAN be awesome at what I do. Its hard though when I am my only support and I have no one really rooting me on, at least not openly. So I stand on this island of mine alone and watch the waves roll past me. No boat is there to save me and I'm lost in the heat and sand.&amp;nbsp; Hey I think I've started a new poem. I will work on that and post it when its finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know maybe there is hope... I am trying to hope for hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5034997301419238942?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5034997301419238942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/hard-to-admit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5034997301419238942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5034997301419238942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/hard-to-admit.html' title='Hard To Admit...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-9002133032053339000</id><published>2011-05-13T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:22:46.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Drama Gone...</title><content type='html'>So I have finally gotten rid of one person who has caused me a lot of stress the last couple of months or so. She constantly brought herself drama and then tried to pull everyone else into it. I got tired of it and it is over. The last couple of days I still have issues but I'm feeling freer and a lot of my tension is gone. I am SO glad to have this done and over with. Now to get rid of other negative people from my life. Slowly working on the outer layers and then eventually will get to the inner layers. I just wish I didn't have to do all of this alone. Its hard for me to be strong and I'm hoping that practice will make perfection. I'm tired of being walked all over, especially by people who claim to be my friend. I need real friends with real hearts who actually care about others and who are not so stuck on themselves, that they will ruin someone else's life just because they don't like them or are pissed at them. I'm sorry but that is not how I roll and if its how you roll, I don't have time for it or you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-9002133032053339000?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/9002133032053339000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-drama-gone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/9002133032053339000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/9002133032053339000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-drama-gone.html' title='One Drama Gone...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-6855129335702656416</id><published>2011-05-11T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:44:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journal Entry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This is the journal entry I mentioned in my last post.&amp;nbsp;Most of these things I think about on a regular basis. I wish it was an easier process to figure out these things. I'm tired of trial and error. I wish I could be confident about these things more. Sometimes I wish my brain could just stop thinking. That I could turn off the constant struggles within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;05/04/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Last night I was riding the MAX Train home from school and there was a woman on there who grabbed my attention. She was with another woman and I’m not sure what their relationship was. The second woman was a little older and they could have been mother and daughter or maybe the older woman was a client of the younger woman. It seemed like the older woman was mostly there but maybe a little slower. The younger woman seemed to be there as a guardian or protector of the older lady. They got on at the stop where the ball game was but I’m not sure if they were actually at the ball game or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was watching them in the reflection of the window on the conductor’s door. The younger woman had a compassionate smile on her face as she interacted with the older woman. It was apparent that she cared for this woman whatever the relationship was. Her smile was genuine and not fake. She was very patient when she talked to and answered questions of this older woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Watching this scene on the MAX made me think about things. I wonder what wonderful thing the younger woman had in her life that made her a compassionate, patient person. She was a person who did not seem fake in her interactions. That is what I want. I want to have compassion towards other people instead of all the irritability and judgments I carry towards others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure how to get this compassion and patience. When I was younger I think I had a lot more compassion and patience then I do now. Maybe it’s because once I saw what life really was about and what other people are really like, I changed. All I know is that she has something I want. I would have loved to be a bit more outgoing and ask her but I don’t think I would ever have that courage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This led me to think about people in general and if there is anyone who is truly happy. I think that woman is, she seemed happy. I know Christians say that when you find God you will be happy, but I have seen a lot of “Christians” who aren’t happy. Maybe they aren’t honest Christians, I am not certain. How do you go on a quest in life to find out what is true happiness? I think that if I had enough money to live comfortably, I would be happy. I think if I were out of the living situation I am in, I would be happy. I think if I had someone who really truly loved me and treated me that way, I would be happy. I think if I had children and the opportunity to be a mom like I’ve always wanted, I would be happy. I think if I learned to love myself and who I am, I would be happy. But would I really? And how do I figure all of these things out and get to the point where I am happy with who I am and what I have? Where do you start? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m afraid to make myself vulnerable enough mentally to allow any of these things in. I don’t know what I would do to break down all of the cement walls I have built up for any of these things to happen. I wish there was a place I could go that could break you down and build you back up and teach you these things. It would be a place where I didn’t have to worry about ANYTHING else but the issues in my mind that I need to fix in order to be happy. I’m afraid that I will find out that happiness is just another dream that everyone has but does not ever receive. I’m afraid that I will have to do this all alone and that I will have no one to support me or to understand me. Most of my friends are only interested in surface interests. I have one friend who thinks about these things but she is far away. Most of my friends don’t think deep and don’t understand that I do. Even though I know this and get tired of this, these friends are better than no friends at all. Their drama is ok to put up with because it’s better than being alone. Being in a negative relationship is better than being alone and having no one. Though I do have my dog and cat now so I wouldn’t be totally alone but it is not the same as human contact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;These are all things I feel that I don’t know how to change. I don’t know how to rewire my brain. I don’t know how to take things that I have believed my whole or most of my life and change them. I just don’t understand how to see myself or the world differently. I don’t know how to cut ties with the depressing, negative people and find myself positive, uplifting people. I don’t know how to change the things I live for, other more important things. I feel like I need to strip off layers and layers, to rebuild layers into something else. &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/1669063884922689709-6855129335702656416?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/6855129335702656416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-journal-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6855129335702656416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6855129335702656416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-journal-entry.html' title='My Journal Entry...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-7568532739002756258</id><published>2011-05-09T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:45:47.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive...</title><content type='html'>Yes I am still alive. I've not been blogging lately because I've had so much going on. I'm not sure what I said in my last post (I didn't check before coming to write this one) but Mary's mom passed away in March. The car broke down and we are having to public transport everywhere. We've had to take the dog to the vet twice last month. He's ok now, Thank God! I'm not doing so hot in school this term. Just too stressed out and don't care as much as last term. I still want to do well and get at least the silver cords at graduation but I'm just tired and want to be done. I graduate this September if I make it. I know I will but right now it just seems so far away. I have also been pretty depressed lately.&amp;nbsp;I have a journal entry thing I wrote that I am going to post here but I'm going to post it on a seperate entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So that is the update for now. So yes I am still alive, at least physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-7568532739002756258?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/7568532739002756258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/7568532739002756258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/7568532739002756258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5509026852485133390</id><published>2011-03-21T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:29:53.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Should be a Catchy Phrase Here....</title><content type='html'>I have found that its really hard to come up with titles to my blogs when I am writing about multiple things. So I try to be random there instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the start of the new term. This term I have Transportation Security, The Criminalistics of Cybercrime, Policing Techniques: Interviewing and Interrogation. I am hoping this term goes a lot faster then last term did. Last term felt like three terms in one. I was so glad to be done with it. Two more terms and I graduate. I cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;Mary graduates this coming Friday. I am so proud of her! She has done really well and I think even surprised herself at how well she did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning Wyatt wakes me up about 7am. Usually I get up, take him potty and then go back to bed for an hour. I am feeling like that extra hour of sleep makes me more groggy feeling. I am thinking about trying an new thing. I am thinking that when he wakes me up at 7am, I'll talk him for a walk around the block&amp;nbsp; and then just stay up for the day. If I am working and going to school that day, I'll be up for the full day. If I have the day off, I may choose to take a little nap later in the day but can decide that when the time comes. I'm thinking if I get up and go for a walk in the morning before work maybe I'll be more awake and with it. We took a walk today in the afternoon at a little faster pace then usual and I feel a little more energetic then usual. I am also thinking I might start taking him for walks around the block in the evening too. That would give him and myself two walks a day. Maybe I'll even sleep better too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my New Year's Resolution/Life Change didn't last long. It was getting questionable before Florida but was definitely gone once we went to FL. Today we went to Subway and I got green tea instead of Soda so at least that was a healthier choice. Gotta work on those choices I keep making. It helps to have a dog because I have a reason to go walking regularly. Its hard to make a life change when your partner is with you on the change. Its hard to feel motivated to eat crackers or nuts instead of a bag of chips when she is sitting there eating chips. I know that may sound like an excuse because I don't know if it would really be easier if I was living alone. I might still be making the same choices. I know I was in the past. Maybe things would be different now that I'm older and more mature, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also my last week at my job location. I will be transferring to the other location of the dog daycare. I hear its a nice atmosphere there and I am hoping I will have a better time there. Thursday will be my last day and I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got to head to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5509026852485133390?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5509026852485133390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-should-be-catchy-phrase-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5509026852485133390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5509026852485133390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-should-be-catchy-phrase-here.html' title='There Should be a Catchy Phrase Here....'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5654881585857148454</id><published>2011-03-10T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:32:00.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Title This???</title><content type='html'>So this post is going to be about a bunch of things, like most of my posts do. Anyways I wasn't quite sure what to put as a title.&lt;br /&gt;So we finally finished the term. I ended with two A's and a B+. I am overall happy with these grades. I wish I could have gotten a third A but this term was so stressful and then going to FL, by the end I just wanted it to be over with. I am hoping next term will be better.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday March 6, 2011 Mary's Mom passed away at 345am. She called in Monday and Tuesday and then I called in Tuesday and Wed from work. Tuesday night we went to a couple of movies and out to eat to kind of get our minds off things. We saw Gnomeo and Juliet, and Rango. We ate supper at Red Robin. I know some might think that going to movies is a weird way of mourning but I really think it helped Mary that night. I would say Gnomeo and Juliet was the better of the two movies. Rango was ok but felt really slow and long to me. Now I can say I've seen it but I probably wouldn't go back to see it again or purchase it when it comes out on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;We have been working on progress with Wyatt and Elijah. We have started to bring Elijah out when we watch TV at night to sit on our laps or next to us. Wyatt sometimes will growl or try to bark at him but Elijah doesn't run anymore. We are trying to get them used to each other being in the same room. Hopefully this will help their acquaintance. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking there was something else to talk about but now I can't think of anything to say. I'm tired and exhausted from work today. Finances are stressing me and I don't think I have fully de-stressed from school and working on getting all my homework done on time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now. Will write some more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5654881585857148454?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5654881585857148454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-to-title-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5654881585857148454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5654881585857148454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-to-title-this.html' title='What To Title This???'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-4800872749440833821</id><published>2011-03-01T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:37:46.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGH! Stress!!!</title><content type='html'>So we returned from Florida on Sunday the 20th of Feb. The plane ride was actually shorter then our trip there but it seemed longer. I guess I was just ready to be home to my own house, bed, and animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since getting back, it has been pure stress. We got back and Mary's taxes still hadn't come. She had e-filed, and signed up for direct deposit the same day at the same time as me.&amp;nbsp;Mine came while we were in FL and had already been spent. We had left the cat, Elijah, at Mary's son P's place. Wyatt went to a boarding place that gives individual time to dogs who don't like other dogs. We were supposed to pick Wyatt up on Monday but the money wasn't there so we had to call and ask to pick him up on Wed instead. The Tuesday we went to the mail box and it was in the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so exciting to pick Wyatt up because I had missed him so much. He was so excited to see us and jumped and wagged all over the place. It was the best thing ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we'd been gone for two weeks, we have homework up the wazoo to do. So the last two weeks has been trying to catch up on school work. It takes me about 2-3 hours to do one paper. It might takes others that long too but I'm not sure. I just know I feel like it shouldn't take me that long. I know part of my problem is that I think I might have Adult ADD. I don't know for sure because I've never been diagnosed but my mind waunders probably a lot more then it should. I'm kind of a dreamer and it slows me down a lot. I'm always thinking about something and my brain never shuts off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so with the finance stress and the school stress I just want to go to bed and sleep it away. I know that you can't actually SLEEP it away but I wish you could. This term is over next Wed (actually this week but we have to make up a day because of the weather). I am so ready for it to be done so I can start again fresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my stress and update for the last couple of weeks. I've been too busy to write much lately but hopefully that will change soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-4800872749440833821?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/4800872749440833821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/03/agh-stress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/4800872749440833821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/4800872749440833821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/03/agh-stress.html' title='AGH! Stress!!!'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-6885902313504273489</id><published>2011-02-17T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:04:52.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update From Florida...</title><content type='html'>So I'm writing all of you from Orlando Florida, instead of Portland Oregon, today.&lt;br /&gt;We had to come out here to see Mary's Mom, and family. Her Mom is sick and in a hospice facility. &lt;br /&gt;We arrived here on the plane, Wed. Feb 9th. We had left the Portland Airport at 6am, with a couple hour layover in New York. I definitely like the Portland airport better then the New York airport. The airport in New York was not kept as nicely as the Portland one. I found it interesting that there were birds flying around in the building and it was just the norm.We are staying at Mary's brother L's place.&lt;br /&gt;The first day, we stayed at L's and slept in and just didn't do much. Its been hard getting used to the time difference as FL is 3 hours ahead of OR.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went and saw Mary's mom M. I met some more family. Sat we also went to visit M, and met A LOT more family. It was very nerve racking at first. I've never met any of Mary's family before and to meet them all at once was kind of stressful. The one nice thing is that I have a lot of her family on my facebook and have interacted with most, there. So they weren't complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we didn't do a whole lot. Monday we rented a motel room for Valentines Day and so we could have a little time to ourselves. I decided I wanted to pay for the room and make it a little special for Mary, so got a room with a jacuzzi. We had a nice time together. On Tuesday we went to the Gulf Coast together. We stopped at Hudson Beach, Sunset Beach and then ended at Clearwater Beach. We got there in time for the sunset and watched the sun go into the water. It was beautiful and we took A LOT of pictures. We stopped at some tourist shops and got some souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I woke up with a very slight sore throat. I was really hoping it was allergy, but not I'm not so sure. Its been lagging on longer then allergies and I've taken allergy medicine, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything at all. Accept the Benadryl which knocks me out at night. I'm really hoping it is allergies and that I will get to feeling better soon or at least when I get back to Portland. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we went to see M. We spent the afternoon there. M is doing ok and had a couple of days. She has some really good days and then it exhausts her so then a couple days later she will have some really bad days. The facility that M is at has a lot of volunteers that come in to visit with the patients or that will have special services for family members. Yesterday (wed) they had a lady there who does massage therapy. She volunteers her time there once a week. Mary, her dad L and I each got a massage. They were free and totally relaxing. The only down side was that she had a really soft touch and I prefer a deep hard massage. It totally relaxed me though and I could of laid down right then and there and gone to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Today we stayed home and slept. I slept until about 11am and then went back to bed about 1pm and got up about 3pm. We did get laundry done but that was about all we did.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the plan is to get up early and go to Disney World. Mary's dad L used to work at Disney world so gets free tickets. He gave us his two for this year. I have never been to Florida or anywhere like Disney world. It will be a new experience and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my update for the last couple of weeks. We come back into Portland this Sunday. I won't be back to work until the 24th though. We have to pick up our cat and dog and then homework to catch up on. Plus we have to get over the jet lag which will be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-6885902313504273489?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/6885902313504273489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/02/update-from-florida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6885902313504273489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6885902313504273489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/02/update-from-florida.html' title='Update From Florida...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-9218923766023055954</id><published>2011-02-03T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:21:23.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediocre...</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of being an average person who is never good enough. Every job I have had and everything I do, I work my ass off for. I try my hardest and put so much energy into everything and yet I am still not good enough. Other people come in and are always better than me and get promoted after only being there a short time. It seems like I never excel at anything. I am loosing energy to even try anymore. I might do good at something but it never gets me anywhere. Its not excelling. Why can't I excel in anything? Why can't someone see me as the one who should be promoted? What does a person need to do to excel when they are already putting all their energy into it. You can only put so much energy into something and then there's nothing left to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my rant for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-9218923766023055954?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/9218923766023055954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/02/mediocre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/9218923766023055954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/9218923766023055954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/02/mediocre.html' title='Mediocre...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-4850470072578768817</id><published>2011-02-01T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:58:51.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY! Its February!</title><content type='html'>This has been the FRICK'N longest month EVER! I feel like its been six months not one. I am really not sure what made it feel this way but this term has been hard. Maybe its the other stuff going on in my life right now (I can't blog about it right now). Maybe school and work and EVERYTHING else is taking a tole on me. I just want things to go back uphill instead of continuing downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to bed, pull the covers up over my head and just sleep. FOREVER. Hide from the world and all the people who try to pull me down all the time. Why is that I'm constantly fighting the battle with people. I don't feel I've done anything wrong and yet people think they can walk all over me. Than when I try to say something or stand up for myself, I am the bad person and get in trouble. Do I just attract this type of people or is there something wrong with me?&amp;nbsp; And how do I consistently stand up to these assholes without always getting in trouble? Someone told me the other day that people don't talk to them that way because they don't let them. So how does a person get this type of a backbone? How do you NOT let someone talk to you that way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term has been hard and I've felt lazy. I was able to bring my GPA from a 3.33 to a 3.47, last term. Now this term I'm afraid my GPA is going to go back down. I've done pretty good on the the papers I've turned in but there are a couple that have been late. And I'm never very good at quizzes. I don't do bad but I don't get 100% either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want this term to end already. The month is FINALLY over so that's good. Maybe now that Feb is here, I'll be able to look forward again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need someone to talk too. To just sit and talk too and let everything out but I don't have anyone like that. I've thought about going back to a counselor but that costs to much money for the person I want to see. So deep, down inside it goes, until it all explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now time for bed... Tomorrow is a LONG day of work and then school. I hate Tuesdays and Thursdays the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-4850470072578768817?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/4850470072578768817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-its-february.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/4850470072578768817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/4850470072578768817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-its-february.html' title='FINALLY! Its February!'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5332586955446329652</id><published>2011-01-27T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:11:57.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do You Second Guess Me?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that you think you need to second guess me? Is it because I'm quiet and not an outgoing snob like you? &lt;br /&gt;Everyone wonders why I'm not confident in myself or my ideas. When I do notice something that needs to be taken care of though, they don't validate my thoughts on the issue. The following will better explain what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, about 40 mins before my shift ended, a dog U was harrassing a smaller dog G, and I asked my coworker if U could go on her side. My coworker had one dog in a pop-up kennel and one other dog she was watching. She asked me what U was doing, so I told her and she pretty much ignored my worry. Roughly 20 min later U was in a fight with G and another dog B. If my coworker had listened to my concern, this would not have been an issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this happens to me all the time. I had it happen at work twice today with two different people. I'm getting really tired of people not taking things I say seriously. Maybe I ittirate things wrong, I'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day at work was crap. To top it off, when I was leaving work, I tripped on one of the steps and fell. It wouldn't have been has bad if&amp;nbsp;three workers and one customer hadn't been in the reception area to see it happen. It also wouldn't have been as bad had I had a good day at work to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its time to work on homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked all day today and now get to sit through 4 1/2 hours of class. Don't get to head home until 1030pm tonight when Mary gets out of class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5332586955446329652?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5332586955446329652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-you-second-guess-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5332586955446329652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5332586955446329652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-you-second-guess-me.html' title='Why Do You Second Guess Me?'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-6795430260860984637</id><published>2011-01-17T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:33:52.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Week...</title><content type='html'>So this last week has been the most stressful week of the month so far. And this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with on Wed, I called into work because I woke up feeling like crap. By the afternoon I had started to feel fine again. Thursday morning I woke up and again felt like crap, but went to work. All day I felt horrible and had flu like symptoms (to put it nicely). No puking though. Thursday night I had class so went to school hoping I could stay for class. I decided I felt to horrible and wanted to go home but remembered that we had guest speakers. I talked to my teacher and he said to stick it out if possible because otherwise I would have to find someone else to interview on my own time. So I decided to stick it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was still feeling like crap Thursday night, I decided to call in sick&amp;nbsp; for Friday. The way I was feeling I didn't want to chance that I might still be sick Friday and decided to just take it off.&amp;nbsp; Mary also wasn't feeling well so she also called in sick for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had to stay for class Thursday night, I decided to drive over to Target (which is right across the street) to get some "feel better" items. I got into the car and it wouldn't start. I pretty much knew it was the starter since we'd been having a few troubles with it starting for awhile.It had always started but sometimes it took some extra UMPH. So I called Mary to come down (she was in the computer lab). We went in to the LRC to look up places we could take the car too and have it fixed. This lady was in the LRC and overheard us. She said she would call this guy, D who knew a guy who could probably fix it. She talked to him and he said he would call the other guy. She gave us the first guys number and we called him. The second guy, E, said he could do it Friday, we would just need to get the part. So we said we would talk to him on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D said to try and get the car jumped. So one of the faculty came out and we tried to jump it. It was right before class though and we had to hurry, so didn't have it sit on the battery. We couldn't get it started. The lady who we had talked to suggested for us to get permission to leave it at the school overnight. So I went and got a typed permission thing to put in the dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been talking to this one guy, S, who is in my class. He said it sounded like the battery. After class I went and showed him what was going on. He still swore it was the battery. While we were looking at the car, and 5-6 other men came over to see what was going on. One guy tried to jump the car with his motercycle. While we were standing there Mary came out of class with her teacher who said he could try jumping the car with his older diesel Rolls Royce. So he pulled his car around and put the cables on. He sat with them on for a bit, and then went to start it. He got it to start right away and then told Mary its the starter because he had to turn the key three times quick to get it started. So we were able to drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning we got up and talked to the guys who were coming to help us. We also priced the parts we needed to get it fixed. Since E was the guy was going to fix the car, we talked to him most. We found out that we not only did we need to try and get the car to run so we could go pick up a part but we also needed to pick them up at the bus station. E asked us how much we wanted to pay him and we weren't sure how much something like that ran. He quoted us $200. We didn't want to pay that much because one of the repair places we had called the night before had thought it would be about $200 parts and labor. I told E that was a little out of our budget. He said "well tell me how much you can pay." I said what about a hundred? I could tell right away that was too low for him. I said $150? He said that was fine. The part we found was $72 plus core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went down to the car and tried to start it. It didn't start the first time but then I thought I'd try what Mary's teacher did. It started right up. We decided that since it started and we wouldn't have to tow it that we wanted to check out at the repair place I had to talked to the night before. So I called E and D and told them we couldn't get the car started (yes I fibbed a little) and needed to have it towed a little. These guys were desperate to try to get my business. Mary called the auto repair who said that labor would be $80 and the part was $78 plus the core. Total that up and it is A LOT cheaper than what we would have had to pay the guy who said he would be a lot cheaper than an auto repair place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the car in and got the starter changed. While we were there, we told the guy about the guy who was going to help us. He said, "He's a scam." I never really thought about that until he said that. Even though the little part was a little dishonest, I am glad we didn't go with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured that since the car was getting its starter fixed, we would also take it in for an oil change. Paid over $100 there. But she needed it, so it was worth it. She still needs some work and a deep tune-up, but she already is running a lot smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mary still wasn't feeling good and I was over-exhausted from the week so we didn't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we decided to do some deep cleaning. The kitchen is cleaned, bathroom spotless and laundry done. We went to take the laundry down and wanted to leave Wyatt upstairs but when we opened the door, he escaped out without his leash on. I had to go down after him but he doesn't come when called and just kept running away. There was a lady and her girl (about 6 yrs old) walking by and he went chasing after and barking at them. I called him back once and then he did it again. He would come towards me but stay just out of reach. Did I mention this is also on a busy road with traffic flying by? He finally came to me and I grabbed him and took him upstairs. I put him in the bathroom (where he sleeps at night) for a time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wyatt thing really upset me because I didn't know what to do to get him to come to me. Then he's running on the edge of the road and chasing a little girl who he has probably traumatized now. Mary came down and went towards Wyatt the second time he went after the girl. The mom had picked the girl up but after Wyatt came back to me, Mary said the mom kind of laughed. Like that's gonna make the girl feel better. I'm surprised the mom wasn't upset or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my stressful week. I work today 4-7, which is usually my day off. Mary is sick again today. So I'm a little stressed because that means our next two checks will be small and rent will be due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm glad to get all of this off my chest. Sorry for my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-6795430260860984637?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/6795430260860984637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6795430260860984637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6795430260860984637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-last-week.html' title='My Last Week...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-3888487925352725771</id><published>2011-01-11T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:44:21.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passions &amp; Children</title><content type='html'>I like to search through different blogs and see what others out there are writing about. A lot of bloggers blog about thier passions and children. Both of which I am without. &lt;br /&gt;I look at different people's passions and think "that would be cool to do" or "I wish I could do that". I don't really have any thing that I am passionate about. I like to write and take photos, but I'm not passionate about it. I feel like my life must be pretty boring if I have no passions. Then there's the kids. Other bloggers blog about their families and children. I have no children. I want a couple of children some day but not sure that will happen. I'm already 27. Young you say? Well I need to finish college first which means I'll be 30. Then because I'm lesbian, I need to either find a donor, which costs money; or find a guy who I respect who can clear my high expectations for a sperm donor. At this moment, I don't know any males who would pass that test. &lt;br /&gt;I am kind of envious of those bloggers who have interesting things to talk about. I'm not sure anyone would really THINK my blog as interesting. I mean who really cares about my cat, dog, or the thoughts that go through my mind. Probably no one. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why I'm really into this blogging thing. I guess it helps to get it out of my head but I just wish it was actually interesting to read. That people might look forward to reading what I have to write. I doubt thats the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my ramble for the night. Thanks for listening (if anyone even reads this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-3888487925352725771?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/3888487925352725771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/passions-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/3888487925352725771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/3888487925352725771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/passions-children.html' title='Passions &amp; Children'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-8113680393424794375</id><published>2011-01-09T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:18:34.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY...</title><content type='html'>HAPPIER CAT: &lt;br /&gt;As seen commented on my post about the cat being locked out of the bedroom, I got another cat litter box and put it in the bedroom. I am hoping that by being able to be in the bedroom, Elijah will be happier and can enjoy his time in there. The door will still be left open (it is blocked off with the doggy gate), so if he chooses to come out he can. Though he probably won't. At least he will hopefully poop in the box not on the bed. THANKS Shannon for the Litter Box!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIGH IN:&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself today and have not lost any weight yet. I only plan to weigh myself once a week so not to become obsessed but to also keep tabs on where I'm at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE WALK:&lt;br /&gt;Mary and I took Wyatt for a nice walk today. Down one side of the street to the light, back up the street and then went on around the block and back. We would like to and are looking forward to doing more of these walks and to get our speed faster and length longer. Wyatt is tuckered out sleeping on the couch. He's such a sweet little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we plan to have Turkey Meat Loaf (homemade by the awesome cook [Mary] in the house). Then to play some Wizard 101 and possibly watch a movie though I'm not sure we can fit all of that in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the extent of my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-8113680393424794375?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/8113680393424794375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/8113680393424794375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/8113680393424794375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html' title='TODAY...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-7633759699242933074</id><published>2011-01-08T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:05:59.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Best Friend?</title><content type='html'>I decided to blog about this because I'm tired of the feelings inside of me wanting to come out but not having anyone to talk too. Its hard not having someone who I can talk too, who understands what I'm going through.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Lonely. I have a friend who I would say is my best friend in Wisconsin, but thats so far away. We talk via email and once in awhile on the phone, but its not the same as having a friend sitting next to you, who you can hang out with and talk to face to face. Someone who likes you for you and doesn't try to change you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through a lot of "friends" or "aquaintances" lately. I think they are friends and than they F*ck me over. They are also not True friends who have your back through everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I'm looking to hard for a friend. Maybe I just need to go with the flow more, but I feel like I've been waiting for a long time. I'm tired of feeling lonely and lost all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see and hear all these people talking about what they are doing with their friends and I can't help but feel a little bit envious. I wish I had someone to do those things with too. Instead I go home and veg out in front of the computer or TV. I don't have money to go out and try to meet people much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't look for attributes in people and be happy. You have to find those attributes in yourself first. But doesn't everyone need a friend, perferbly a best friend? And why does it have to be SO hard to find these few pearls in life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-7633759699242933074?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/7633759699242933074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/7633759699242933074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/7633759699242933074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-friend.html' title='A Best Friend?'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-17507604643296928</id><published>2011-01-07T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:34:44.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would write and update you all on how my new years resolutions are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * My loosing weight one is going well. I haven't weighed myself lately but I have been drinking tea or juice (mostly tea) instead of soda. I went to the store after the first because my food stamps came in. I bought string cheese, yogurt, peanuts, and some dried fruit. I am eating these as snacks at work and school. I still eat one hot pocket before class on Tuesday and Thursday but not for my break at work. I am also choosing to eat smaller portions for supper. We usually don't get home from school until 11pm or so. I know its not good to eat right before bed but by that time I'm starving. So I'm trying to eat less at least. We have been cooking A LOT with the crockpot and are loving it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * For the other two resolutions, I haven't gotten too far with either of these. I still need to find a some books. An acquaintance has said she has a couple of books for me to read but we haven't been able to work it out yet for me to get them. I haven't had time to look anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So that is the update on my resolutions. I'm going to try to update about once a month as to how I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-17507604643296928?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/17507604643296928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-on-my-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/17507604643296928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/17507604643296928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-on-my-resolutions.html' title='Update on my Resolutions...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-2218217703604314791</id><published>2011-01-03T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:13:24.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I am one of those people who thinks about setting New Year's Resolutions but than never do. Other times I set the resolutions but don't actually follow through. This year I want to actually follow through. Instead of looking at the list as New Year's Resolutions, I want to look at them as life changes to better myself and who I am. If I don't complete them, its not the end of the world and I'm not a failure. I will just need to start over and try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I only have a couple major things I want to work on this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get my weight down to 175 lbs. That means loosing a total of 65 lbs. I believe this is doable. We have a dog now who loves to go on walks. We bought a crock-pot for Christmas which is better cooking then eating out all the time. My biggest downfall is drinking soda or other&amp;nbsp; fattening beverages instead of water. I would really like to start taking Tea with me instead of soda all the time. I have a friend who puts tea bags in her water bottle at school and drinks it in class. She just puts it in cold water. So my plan is to try this and see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Work on my self-worth and confidence. This one I'm a little more worried about as I don't have any definite ideas of how to change this. They say you are supposed to tell yourself positive things, but if you don't actually believe these, how do say them to yourself? Read self help books maybe? I need some first, money to get them and time to read them. I have a lot of time to read them but I get distracted with the computer and other things. I put things off until the last minute or until its too late. I need to work on who I am versus who I want to be, and where I want to be in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Procrastination. Just thought of this one and thought I should add this to my list. I am also not exactly sure how I need to do this one. Sometimes I think I do better on things when I procrastinate, and wait for the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are my three life changing things I need to work on this year. If you have any ideas or suggestions, feel free to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-2218217703604314791?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/2218217703604314791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/2218217703604314791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/2218217703604314791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-7437837686792213700</id><published>2010-12-31T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:28:01.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post of the Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Years Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would write one more post to see the end of 2010. We plan on going to a party at a friend of ours. In 40 minutes we will be headed off to that. Besides that the day has been pretty uneventful. We didn't go to bed until 130 am last night. I got up at 630am and took Wyatt out. Than I realized I was hungry so ate a bowl of cereal, and went back to bed an hour later. Than I slept til noon. It felt good to just be able to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we put a pot roast with potatoes, carrots, mushrooms and onion in the new crock pot we got for Christmas. We reheated for lunch and are eating it right now. It is Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the extent of my New Years Eve so far. I will try my best to write tomorrow and let you know how the night goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-7437837686792213700?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/7437837686792213700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/7437837686792213700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/7437837686792213700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post-of-year.html' title='Last Post of the Year!'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-5514180472863340908</id><published>2010-12-27T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:08:06.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time!</title><content type='html'>So it is now a couple of days after Christmas. The last couple of weeks have seemed so busy even though we are out of school and only working. I wonder where the time disappeared too.&lt;br /&gt;My Partner M, and I had a fairly relaxed Christmas. We went to the Portland International Raceway Christmas Eve and saw the light show with M's son P. Then after dropping him off at his home, we came home and opened our Christmas presents. We didn't got to bed until 3am. Then Christmas Morning we didn't do much. Christmas afternoon, we went to a friend of ours and joined their family. We had a good dinner and relaxed in the hot tub afterward. We left the evening early and were home by 10pm, going to bed by 1030pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the year we had gotten some things we each needed and wrapped them from "Santa." Then the last month got a few gifts for each other that they didn't know about. It was nice to have a few things we needed and then to get some special stuff we didn't know was coming. It made Christmas exciting. I enjoyed getting the things we knew about because I always feel guilty buying stuff for myself even though I know I need it. I feel like the money should be going to bills instead of random stuff even though I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family in Wisconsin, also sent a box of stuff to M and I. It was fun to open it. I would have to say the best gift was from my brother J, which was a framed photo of him in his Football uniform. He's such a handsome fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and I also plan to get together and exchange gifts and some point this week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was about all that happened this year. Nothing too exciting, just a nice relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-5514180472863340908?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/5514180472863340908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5514180472863340908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/5514180472863340908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time!'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-1513638217463928166</id><published>2010-12-16T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:02:05.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time Yet?</title><content type='html'>So I was going to actually blog about one of the topics off my list, but am too tired to think that seriously. Last night was another night of not enough sleep and a pestering cat. I did at one point shut him out but it seems to have been too late. Then before my partner and I had stopped at Subway before coming to the school, my blood sugar was going down and so I now am too tired with no energy. I have eaten but my blood sugar is taking too long to go back up. I am not diabetic but definitely feel the blood sugar level going down when I don't eat. Then when I don't have money to buy snacks for my breaks at work, it becomes a long time between breakfast and supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since my mind is shut down for the day (and yet I have to sit through 4 hrs of class), I am logging off for the day. I will write more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-1513638217463928166?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/1513638217463928166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/nap-time-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/1513638217463928166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/1513638217463928166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/nap-time-yet.html' title='Nap Time Yet?'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-6965830416044926798</id><published>2010-12-14T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:26:00.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE, let me sleep!!!</title><content type='html'>So before we got our dog Wyatt, our cat Elijah would start to wake me up anywhere from 3:30am to 8am until I got up to feed him. I would try my hardest to ignore him but it usually didn't work. I'm a very light sleeper so the slightest movement from him (usually by my head) would wake me up. I didn't like to feed him until at least 7am but usually 8am. If I fed him too early he would still pester me. A lot of times I would get fed up with his antics and shut him outside the bedroom. He then would scratch on the door. His scratching was a lot easier to ignore because it wasn't right in my face. &lt;br /&gt;Since we've gotten Wyatt, Elijah thinks its neccessary to wake me up as early as 1:30am. This is usually only an hour maybe two after I go to bed. I wasn't getting much sleep before but now its even less. &lt;br /&gt;This morning about 3:30 or so, I finally took him out to the kitchen and shut the bedroom door so he couldn't come back in. Because the bathroom is right next to the bedroom (where we keep Wyatt at night), Elijah didn't scratch on the door and I was able to get some sleep. Wyatt and Elijah haven't learned to get along yet so Wyatt barks if Elijah comes near or out of hiding. &lt;br /&gt;I feel really guilty that I locked Elijah out of the bedroom. Since Wyatt and him don't get along yet, he spends most of his time in the kitchen on the fridge or in the bedroom. When we are gone, we lock him out of the bedroom because his litter box is in the kitchen and he won't go past Wyatt to use it, so goes all day without going to the bathroom. We are blessed that he hasn't tried going in the bedroom, but I want him to have access to the litter box just in case. &lt;br /&gt;So because we lock Elijah out of the bedroom while we are gone during the day, I feel bad that I locked him out in the middle of the night. That is his space and room since the dog has come along. &lt;br /&gt;I know I need sleep and that he will need to just deal with it but I still feel bad not letting him sleep by us. So whats more important? The cat or my sleep?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I have tended to always worry about the other person, or animal instead of myself, my whole life. I need to stop doing that and take care of myself instead of always taking care of everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my rant for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-6965830416044926798?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/6965830416044926798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/please-let-me-sleep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6965830416044926798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/6965830416044926798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/please-let-me-sleep.html' title='PLEASE, let me sleep!!!'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-2331937494696247585</id><published>2010-12-13T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:52:03.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Trained?</title><content type='html'>So last night after I went to bed, I came up with some ideas to blog about. I came up with about 5 or 6, so will just do one at a time until I've got the list finished. I'll do one a day but possibly not every day. It will just depend on the timing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our dog Wyatt is mostly potty trained except for mostly on the weekends. We got a pet gate that we put up in the doorway of the bathroom and put him in the bathroom with his bed and water while we are gone or at night. As soon as we come home we take him out for a potty break and he usually doesn't have a problem. On the weekends though it is a different story...&lt;br /&gt;We get up in the morning and take him out and he is out of the bathroom most of the day unless we have to go somewhere. We take him out every couple of hours for a bathroom break. Yet sometimes an hour after we've taken him out, he'll pee on the carpet. It doesn't make sense how&amp;nbsp; during the week he is fine but on the weekends while we are home, he has a problem.&lt;br /&gt;One thing is that we haven't figured out how to teach him to go to the door to tell us when he has to pee. Besides the old way of sticking their nose in it (which I won't do), I'm not sure how to train him not to pee in the house and let us know. We have started watching for signs and when he starts wandering and sniffing we take him out. This last weekend though we did that but a couple of times he barely got up and then did it. So there aren't always clear signs that its about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-2331937494696247585?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/2331937494696247585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/potty-trained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/2331937494696247585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/2331937494696247585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/potty-trained.html' title='Potty Trained?'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-4657890735365946507</id><published>2010-12-12T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:10:06.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Update on my life...</title><content type='html'>I believe where I left off on my last blog was that I had been hospitalized for depression. I had been in college for Criminal Justice and had moved around quite a bit. I would kind of like to update you at where I am in life now.&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I moved in with this woman R, to work as a live in caregiver. I had been there for about a month when her ex M, came back to stay for a week. After visiting for a week, M decided to move back to the area. When she walked in the door for the first time, I had an immediate crush on her.&amp;nbsp; After M had lived with R and I for about a month, we started dating. We are still together today and have been for about 2 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;June of 2008, I quit my job as a staffing coordinator. I couldn't take the job anymore. So I quit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Once meeting R and M, I started volunteering in October at a haunted  house with them. They had been doing it for years and kind of got me  into it. I worked at guest services and really enjoyed being there and  getting involved. October 2008 was my first year at the haunt.&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2008 M and I decided to move on and got a couple of roommates. We rented a room from two girls who ended up being very bitchy and we decided to once again move on. So April of 2009, we found a one bedroom apartment and moved in.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after moving into our new apartment, we started having problems with our neighbor below us. She said we were loud and needed to move. For one thing, we don't hold parties, stomp around or play our music/TV loudly. When we said we weren't going to move, she starting throwing slurs at us about the fact that we are lesbian. It is obvious the main reason she wanted us to move is because she was homophobic. We reported her to our management who didn't do really anything. At one point I had to call the cops on her because it got so bad. This continued until this last spring/summer (2010) when I finally decided to call Fair Housing and report it that way. Fair Housing took care of it and she is no longer at this location anymore. We now have a very quiet neighbor who has told us numerous times we are not loud and she doesn't hear us much. &lt;br /&gt;March 2009, M started going to college for Computer Network Systems. She really enjoyed her classes and the faculty at the college. So September 2009, I started college for Criminal Justice again. This time I plan to finish college and get a job in my field.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;October 2009, R passed away. It was a hard time, but we know she died doing what she loved, scaring people at the haunt. We also feel she is in a better place and not suffering anymore. After R passed away, we ended up getting her cat Elijah. He is a very sweet little guy. He is about 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In November 2009, I started working at the apartment complex we live at.  It is obvious they didn't plan for me to work there long. They  basically derailed me and terminated me by December. Within the week of  me being fired, they had the new person already. So back to being  unemployed. &lt;br /&gt;Jan 2010, M quit her job as security officer because of headaches she was getting from the chemicals she worked around. So we lived from Jan 2010 until September 2010 on M's unemployment, as I was still not working.&lt;br /&gt;September 2010, we both got jobs through our school working at dog daycare. We work at two separate locations. M has a cool location and enjoys her job. I on the other hand hate it. The dogs are fun (though stressful sometimes), but there are two managers and about 3 or 4 other leaders who all say something different. I am not a leader but more of a follower, so am the main one who gets the brunt of it all. I have all these people telling me different things and its so stressful because I never know the actual right way to do anything is. No matter who I'm working with, it seems I get in trouble for something. I have ended up crying multiple times at work which is embarrassing because I HATE crying in front of people. More on this will probably come later.&lt;br /&gt;November 2010, day after Thanksgiving, M and I decided to go to the humane society and get a dog. We got a Chihuahua/Jack Russell (we think) mix. His name is Wyatt and he is about a year old. He definitely has a lot of puppy left in him.&lt;br /&gt;So M graduates in March of 2011, and I have two more terms after this one left. Then we will both have our associate degrees. So far we plan to go on for our bachelor's degrees too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my updated life, in a nutshell. After this things should get more interesting. I just thought I would give everyone an update at what has been happening so that if I happen to talk about something, I don't have to explain everything to get to that point. Trust me I would...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-4657890735365946507?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/4657890735365946507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/update-on-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/4657890735365946507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/4657890735365946507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/update-on-my-life.html' title='Update on my life...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669063884922689709.post-2228182863755615863</id><published>2010-12-11T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:11:09.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>I have started a new blog. I had one before and it is still up but now this is a new beginning. I am hoping to blog more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also hoping to follow other blogs this time and read what others have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on this goal for the new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;RaeAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669063884922689709-2228182863755615863?l=raeann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/feeds/2228182863755615863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/2228182863755615863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669063884922689709/posts/default/2228182863755615863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeann.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning...'/><author><name>Lady Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17828929516672709386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__eZtwttsE1s/TQVJKRTuMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/iqPg1p8Ndbg/S220/Me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
