<?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-11536396</id><updated>2012-01-31T17:15:27.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixie Dust</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to pour out my heart...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1003517350812910192</id><published>2012-01-30T17:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:58:05.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Something New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERxAsV4hqp4/Tycrn00CmCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MND89ZAYi50/s1600/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703575416279832610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERxAsV4hqp4/Tycrn00CmCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MND89ZAYi50/s200/present.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Funny how something so simple can both thrill and terrify me. I'm so used to being treated in a very specific way by men, it's a shock when I'm regarded any differently. With this man, another first.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A friend with benefits. The true benefit being actual friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think I may not hate this developement. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1003517350812910192?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1003517350812910192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=1003517350812910192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1003517350812910192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1003517350812910192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2012/01/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying Something New...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERxAsV4hqp4/Tycrn00CmCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MND89ZAYi50/s72-c/present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5178484021657625688</id><published>2012-01-25T15:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:02:45.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes I'm surprised to find I still believe in happy endings. Perhaps not for me, but in general I do believe they exist. In a lot of ways believing in love is exactly like believing in God. I don't see it, but I feel it in the undercurrent of everything around me. Maybe if I can reach around my cynical &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intellect&lt;/span&gt;, I'll touch something substantial and true... I do know one thing for certain.... I will never settle for less than the real thing. I've seen too many people destroyed by illusions of "love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-5178484021657625688?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5178484021657625688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5178484021657625688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5178484021657625688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5178484021657625688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2012/01/ever-after.html' title='Ever After'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1733272421000187777</id><published>2012-01-19T14:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:02:22.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHxzHCoGB1Q/TxiAkuewc0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/sdiDhonUGT0/s1600/dollygirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699446696878043970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHxzHCoGB1Q/TxiAkuewc0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/sdiDhonUGT0/s320/dollygirl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my HERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1733272421000187777?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1733272421000187777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=1733272421000187777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1733272421000187777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1733272421000187777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-to-my-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHxzHCoGB1Q/TxiAkuewc0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/sdiDhonUGT0/s72-c/dollygirl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-9046351438374878893</id><published>2012-01-19T14:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:01:48.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took some time away from here to blog elsewhere. Sometimes sharing here is like ice on an exposed nerve. I'm not very good at superficial emotion and I feel like if I can't share the real me I shouldn't share at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brace yourself. I'm back now and running full throttle. So love me, hate me. For better or worse I'm here to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GOD HELP US!&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/11536396-9046351438374878893?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/9046351438374878893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=9046351438374878893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9046351438374878893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9046351438374878893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2012/01/breathing-again.html' title='Breathing Again....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5083157137279277467</id><published>2011-04-14T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:12:22.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Carry with Me from Dolly Songs: Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OflyF57V2Xk/TZ8-eaWHT4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/o04j9Llqd2A/s1600/dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593257954406518658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OflyF57V2Xk/TZ8-eaWHT4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/o04j9Llqd2A/s320/dolly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"It's just one emotion after another. They will dress themselves as angels and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thieves&lt;/span&gt;. They will make you believe you're in heaven, then they drag you through hell on your knees"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Marching, marching, onward searching out the light of truth. I did not start the war, but it's a battle I can't lose"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"These northern nights are dreary, and my southern heart is weary. These smokey mountain memories keep me strong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Somehow my heart never grew up. No one ever burst my balloon. So here I am swirling in stardust slow dancing with the moon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I'll love you to sleep at night. Wake you with a kiss. Things that I can't do I swear you won't miss" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Someday when I'm over you, and when I think I'm able to, I might try to be your friend again. But I don't want to see your face till then"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"When it's family, they're a mirror of the worst and best in you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I am like a crippled bird in hopes one day to fly again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"When a flower grows wild it can always survive. Wild flowers don't care where they grow"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-5083157137279277467?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5083157137279277467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5083157137279277467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5083157137279277467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5083157137279277467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-i-carry-with-me-from-dolly-songs.html' title='Things I Carry with Me from Dolly Songs: Part One'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OflyF57V2Xk/TZ8-eaWHT4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/o04j9Llqd2A/s72-c/dolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-169520982221679213</id><published>2011-04-05T11:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:55:57.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-jd4HFEB4w/TZtXoJhGRdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RPk97kxpA2c/s1600/Little%2BMiss%2BBad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592159709571728850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-jd4HFEB4w/TZtXoJhGRdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RPk97kxpA2c/s320/Little%2BMiss%2BBad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm coming into my own this season. I've wanted pink &amp;amp; black hair for a long while and yesterday I got my wish. In this world I can control very little. I'm enjoying the things I do have a say in. :)&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/11536396-169520982221679213?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/169520982221679213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=169520982221679213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/169520982221679213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/169520982221679213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2011/04/highlights.html' title='Highlights....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-jd4HFEB4w/TZtXoJhGRdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RPk97kxpA2c/s72-c/Little%2BMiss%2BBad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4586712125241936061</id><published>2011-03-17T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T11:24:21.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vf-FRuV420/TYI1RD0Y4QI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2Nn_UuYqiT0/s1600/luckydog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585085055091925250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vf-FRuV420/TYI1RD0Y4QI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2Nn_UuYqiT0/s320/luckydog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&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/11536396-4586712125241936061?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4586712125241936061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4586712125241936061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4586712125241936061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4586712125241936061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vf-FRuV420/TYI1RD0Y4QI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2Nn_UuYqiT0/s72-c/luckydog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6787083995714072232</id><published>2011-03-02T10:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:36:39.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laur&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There isn't much to say to you that hasn't already been said. The farther I get from the day you left us, the harder it is to imagine a dialog between us. I love you, I hate you, I miss you... There are moments when I think of you and it is sharp. Like a deep breath of winter air in my lungs. It hurts. You hurt me. I guess I'll take that in stride like everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So much has happened since you left. Huge life events that you should have been here for. Are you watching from where you are? I hope heaven keeps you busy so you don't have to watch us walking wounded. The truth is you were a bright spot in the fabric of our lives. All of our glowing moments are slightly dimmer with out you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've lost a lot of people from my short list. I miss them all of course. However, the loss of you is the hardest to swallow without question. It is so final, yet so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfinished&lt;/span&gt;. Your life is like a great manuscript that went uncompleted. Six years, and I'm still left to wonder "where would the story have gone from there?" and "how would it have ended?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I realize that when I write to you, I'm really just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pouring out&lt;/span&gt; my feelings. I think that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I can lay my thoughts here and chip away at mountain of grief you have created in me. Maybe someone will read my letters to you and decide not to make the choice you made. Maybe they will see how every action we take in life and in death effects everyone around us. Six years and your decision is still having a profound impact on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love you beautiful girl. I hate that you are gone. I miss having you to encourage me. Wish Uncle Dad a happy birthday for me. Kiss my Mom's forehead. Tell Jesus I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; He loved me to death, and tell God I have a few questions for Him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6787083995714072232?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6787083995714072232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=6787083995714072232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6787083995714072232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6787083995714072232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-we-are-again.html' title='Here we are again...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8560571031122564545</id><published>2011-03-01T11:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:28:48.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the Only One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMOP7-q8zBQ/TW0xmsfawXI/AAAAAAAAANs/PCEO_COJxhI/s1600/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579170054229639538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMOP7-q8zBQ/TW0xmsfawXI/AAAAAAAAANs/PCEO_COJxhI/s320/scream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Like petrified wood after a fire, I feel I've been left frozen in place. Silently screaming from somewhere deep inside. So many dead layers to peel away. At my core the heart keeps beating. I'm trying desperately to break free. This process is beyond painful. It seems whenever you deal with old wounds the sting intensifies. Loss shapes who we become for better or worse. I'd like to say that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a stronger, better person after all I've been through but that wouldn't be quite true. I can't help but wonder what my life would look like if my heart hadn't gone into protection mode. Would I be warm and affectionate? Would I love without caution? Would I trust in things unseen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The truth is, we don't get a say in what life throws at us. All we can do is remain standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I'll rest in the knowledge that I'm not done yet. I'm still here. I'm surviving. No matter what I've become, I am still full of purpose. I have to believe I can be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt; just as I am. If God does His best work with damaged people, I look forward to the work He has for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8560571031122564545?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8560571031122564545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8560571031122564545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8560571031122564545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8560571031122564545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-i-only-one.html' title='Am I the Only One?'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMOP7-q8zBQ/TW0xmsfawXI/AAAAAAAAANs/PCEO_COJxhI/s72-c/scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-2579281074408921960</id><published>2011-02-15T12:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:19:51.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lyrics in my Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uleUvk9wQFA/TVrDTzuKEsI/AAAAAAAAANk/KT9F8KfJ67k/s1600/heart-of-stone-default.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573982233893147330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uleUvk9wQFA/TVrDTzuKEsI/AAAAAAAAANk/KT9F8KfJ67k/s400/heart-of-stone-default.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;'I've got a rough and tumble heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, it took a few falls till it got smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but its still tender in the deepest part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this rough and tumble heart'&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/11536396-2579281074408921960?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2579281074408921960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=2579281074408921960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2579281074408921960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2579281074408921960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2011/02/lyrics-in-my-head.html' title='The Lyrics in my Head'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uleUvk9wQFA/TVrDTzuKEsI/AAAAAAAAANk/KT9F8KfJ67k/s72-c/heart-of-stone-default.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7811201986617302362</id><published>2011-02-03T12:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:38:00.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I truly hate winter. I know I'm supposed to see the beauty in a frosty winter landscape, but for me it is all just a harsh reminder that I can so easily be trapped. The devil tried to whisper in my ear this week. He wanted me to fear. Silly devil, I have had a starring contest with you, and guess what? YOU BLINKED FIRST! I have nothing to fear because I am loved. The God of the universe is not done working in me. Through me... Who has time for ridiculous things like fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today I am stuck in my house. The snow has all but locked me away here. Yet I am not alone. In an act of pure providence, Theresa has been shut in with me. Let the snow fall. Let the wind howl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am safe and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TUr1Vd_0PZI/AAAAAAAAANc/VwSbgA-2pYw/s1600/jammie%2Bparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569533638375390610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TUr1Vd_0PZI/AAAAAAAAANc/VwSbgA-2pYw/s320/jammie%2Bparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7811201986617302362?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7811201986617302362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7811201986617302362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7811201986617302362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7811201986617302362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2011/02/wonderland.html' title='Wonderland'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TUr1Vd_0PZI/AAAAAAAAANc/VwSbgA-2pYw/s72-c/jammie%2Bparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3013127815059498611</id><published>2011-01-12T18:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:40:17.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I absolutely love the works of Jackson Pollock. If you could look inside my soul, I think you'd see this kind of beautiful chaos. Everything in me that is dark, or ugly weaves it's way around something good and pure. In the end it forms one perfect piece of art that is breathtaking in it's complexity. This year I'm going to focus on seeing the art in me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5FuXJ1CRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x4lHMaZ2VmU/s1600/convergence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561459252640680210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5FuXJ1CRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x4lHMaZ2VmU/s320/convergence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5GmXQ2GKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vjrfRRFmenc/s1600/lavender%2Bmist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561460214742784162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5GmXQ2GKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vjrfRRFmenc/s320/lavender%2Bmist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5Fug3pS6I/AAAAAAAAANA/VZUUG6qcg4c/s1600/P1026-TH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561459255248767906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5Fug3pS6I/AAAAAAAAANA/VZUUG6qcg4c/s320/P1026-TH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5FuUx_WuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7H040ULEWaQ/s1600/number%2B31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561459252003822306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5FuUx_WuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7H040ULEWaQ/s320/number%2B31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5GmEyYFhI/AAAAAAAAANI/6P-eJ-pSnAM/s1600/alchemy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561460209783150098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5GmEyYFhI/AAAAAAAAANI/6P-eJ-pSnAM/s320/alchemy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-3013127815059498611?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3013127815059498611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=3013127815059498611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3013127815059498611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3013127815059498611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-absolutely-love-works-of-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TS5FuXJ1CRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x4lHMaZ2VmU/s72-c/convergence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5047760173442998476</id><published>2010-12-19T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:57:07.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xoL2zIwI/AAAAAAAAALs/OUqrj3AiNts/s1600/elf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xoL2zIwI/AAAAAAAAALs/OUqrj3AiNts/s320/elf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xopl7lnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7E74RCe32zE/s1600/elf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xopl7lnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7E74RCe32zE/s320/elf4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xoPXawMI/AAAAAAAAALk/-yFkgQfpYU0/s1600/elf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xoPXawMI/AAAAAAAAALk/-yFkgQfpYU0/s320/elf.jpg" width="287" height="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xoMiZZAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/b29vYcOgBko/s1600/elf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 325px" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xoMiZZAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/b29vYcOgBko/s320/elf3.jpg" width="321" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-5047760173442998476?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5047760173442998476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5047760173442998476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5047760173442998476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5047760173442998476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TQ5xoL2zIwI/AAAAAAAAALs/OUqrj3AiNts/s72-c/elf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-528375934787855463</id><published>2010-11-11T23:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:13:50.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharp Truth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;She can concentrate on working&lt;br /&gt;Until her work is done&lt;br /&gt;She can hold a conversation&lt;br /&gt;As well as anyone&lt;br /&gt;She'll fool you with sincerity&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't know her well&lt;br /&gt;You could never see it&lt;br /&gt;You could never tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just looking for him&lt;br /&gt;She's only remembering&lt;br /&gt;She might look like she's ready to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;But she's just looking for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps one eye on the road&lt;br /&gt;And one on the other lane&lt;br /&gt;Looking for his car&lt;br /&gt;His memories replay&lt;br /&gt;She searches other faces&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find that spark&lt;br /&gt;But no one new can reach her&lt;br /&gt;Or fill her hollow heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you better keep your distance&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her reel you in&lt;br /&gt;She's not quite herself now&lt;br /&gt;How could she be when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just looking for him&lt;br /&gt;She's only remembering&lt;br /&gt;She might look like she's ready to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;But she's just looking for him &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/11536396-528375934787855463?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/528375934787855463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=528375934787855463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/528375934787855463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/528375934787855463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/11/sharp-truth.html' title='Sharp Truth...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5661042857508995218</id><published>2010-09-10T11:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:26:18.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom From a Stranger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy, she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up, you're not worthy."&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/11536396-5661042857508995218?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5661042857508995218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5661042857508995218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5661042857508995218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5661042857508995218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom-from-stranger.html' title='Wisdom From a Stranger...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4502511735643524512</id><published>2010-07-26T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:54:52.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DIVA STARBUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TE29C79PsRI/AAAAAAAAALE/0TEtRrxoFs4/s1600/diva2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498258578241204498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TE29C79PsRI/AAAAAAAAALE/0TEtRrxoFs4/s400/diva2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;5 years old and still the best decision I ever made... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4502511735643524512?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4502511735643524512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4502511735643524512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4502511735643524512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4502511735643524512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-diva-starbucks.html' title='Happy Birthday DIVA STARBUCKS!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TE29C79PsRI/AAAAAAAAALE/0TEtRrxoFs4/s72-c/diva2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7606645542816219308</id><published>2010-07-02T13:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:29:53.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Years....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TDtgJjzix-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/6lIU3WOY0KE/s1600/Summertime.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TDtgJjzix-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/6lIU3WOY0KE/s320/Summertime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; It's hard to remember the girl I was then. Experiences like that can not help but alter a person. I used to feel safe and confident in my place in the universe. My role in day to day life made perfect sense. There's a line in a song that says "your standard of living somehow got stuck on survive". I think that describes the current me perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; I've always known that my life is not like other people's. The funny thing though is that I never REALLY felt limited until that day. The day my Mother died taught me just how vulnerable I can be. I feel like I spend a lot of time now trying to build walls to protect myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; I'm not hollow, or devoid of feelings. However, I am EXTREMELY cautious when revealing emotions to others. If you've seen me cry in the last decade, know that you are a treasured friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; There are some things I've taken with me from the time before my life cracked. My love of all things Disney remains the same. My faith, though rattled, still holds me together. I may not have the sunshine bursting adoration of God that I had in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt;, but He is still at the core of who I am. In a lot of ways I keep God, and my Mom in the same exact place. No matter where my life goes, or how many twists and turns I may make... They are both holding steady in the center of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7606645542816219308?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7606645542816219308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7606645542816219308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7606645542816219308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7606645542816219308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/07/thirteen-years.html' title='Thirteen Years....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TDtgJjzix-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/6lIU3WOY0KE/s72-c/Summertime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1289699311528236587</id><published>2010-06-01T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:31:26.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TD46hqAstUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lOkXzuBYMfc/s1600/snuggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493892945325897026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TD46hqAstUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lOkXzuBYMfc/s400/snuggles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TAUgR9PS_-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8Of7eLM-j0A/s1600/divs%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the world outside my door gets big and scary... When it all becomes impossible to manage. I take comfort in the constants. I snuggle up with Diva Starbucks and remember that I'm the whole world to someone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1289699311528236587?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1289699311528236587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=1289699311528236587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1289699311528236587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1289699311528236587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-world-outside-my-door-gets-big-and.html' title='Home'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/TD46hqAstUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lOkXzuBYMfc/s72-c/snuggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3698965472275703019</id><published>2010-04-15T11:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:47:10.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Something....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S8c_8vA3a2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ELhxONc55dA/s1600/ripple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460403385854815074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S8c_8vA3a2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ELhxONc55dA/s400/ripple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm turning 30 next week. I know some people get really stressed about leaving their 20's but not me. I'm feeling very comfortable with this transition. It's like my mind and my body are finally syncing up. So what do I want going forward? I only have one goal in mind. I want to know that my life is leaving ripples....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My Mother's life is still impacting people. God knows I'm nowhere near as remarkable as her, but I like to think that I'm leaving a distinct impression on the people around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hope that I inspire people in some way. We're only given this one life. One chance to be useful in the role God cast us in. I may fail a hundred times a day, but I intend to get this one thing right. May I always be open to being used by the God who created me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-3698965472275703019?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3698965472275703019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=3698965472275703019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3698965472275703019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3698965472275703019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/04/30-something.html' title='30 Something....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S8c_8vA3a2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ELhxONc55dA/s72-c/ripple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3950152918282668797</id><published>2010-04-01T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:40:14.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S7TLszJgwrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WV5WOxc7DPQ/s1600/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455209019157299890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S7TLszJgwrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WV5WOxc7DPQ/s400/eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S7TJZ1r48lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/k-X-v6ofE_s/s1600/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-3950152918282668797?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3950152918282668797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=3950152918282668797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3950152918282668797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3950152918282668797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S7TLszJgwrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WV5WOxc7DPQ/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-9056816547695999709</id><published>2010-03-17T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:00:31.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S7ut4gk48KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TvIGZfOCWPw/s1600/stpd20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S7ut4gk48KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TvIGZfOCWPw/s400/stpd20104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-9056816547695999709?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/9056816547695999709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=9056816547695999709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9056816547695999709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9056816547695999709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/03/posted-by-picasa.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S7ut4gk48KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TvIGZfOCWPw/s72-c/stpd20104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8348535259363064212</id><published>2010-03-17T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:32:26.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S6D1rKAO89I/AAAAAAAAAJk/lRQCAxt0ih4/s1600-h/boondock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449625670886814674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S6D1rKAO89I/AAAAAAAAAJk/lRQCAxt0ih4/s400/boondock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt; Happy St. Patty's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8348535259363064212?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8348535259363064212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8348535259363064212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8348535259363064212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8348535259363064212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S6D1rKAO89I/AAAAAAAAAJk/lRQCAxt0ih4/s72-c/boondock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4520225642789012605</id><published>2010-03-02T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:05:41.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time After Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Years roll on and the hole in my heart scabs over. It never quite heals, but it hurts less. It's not a scare. It is an open wound. A gaping space where some of my capacity for feeling used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes I still can't believe you aren't here. I carry your memory close. Your laugh, your smile, and the feel of your hand holding mine. All of it stays fresh in my minds eye. I love you. I miss you. I wish I could have stopped you from launching our lives in this trajectory... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4520225642789012605?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4520225642789012605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4520225642789012605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4520225642789012605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4520225642789012605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-after-time.html' title='Time After Time...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-540237503794749533</id><published>2010-02-11T14:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:59:02.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Means Never....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whoever first said "love means never saying you're sorry" should be beaten within an inch of their life. What a crock of shit! The statement is callous and cold, and downright insane. How can you love someone who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologetically&lt;/span&gt; hurts you? Who would sign on for this in the first place? The Bible says "love expects the best". That may be true, but life is teaching me to also plan for the worst. Love may be patient, and it may be kind, but only an idiot would let it be blind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-540237503794749533?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/540237503794749533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=540237503794749533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/540237503794749533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/540237503794749533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-means-never.html' title='Love Means Never....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4357181839133675851</id><published>2010-01-19T18:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:00:08.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S1ZUajWql_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/4qelNTGrz2w/s1600-h/excellent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S1ZUajWql_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/4qelNTGrz2w/s400/excellent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanks to Tricia for this Fabulous gift!!! I'm not sure how I'm traditionally supposed to use a recipe box... but I adore it all the same! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4357181839133675851?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4357181839133675851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4357181839133675851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4357181839133675851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4357181839133675851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-to-trisha-for-this-fabulous-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/S1ZUajWql_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/4qelNTGrz2w/s72-c/excellent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4625503481483004226</id><published>2010-01-06T10:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:38:25.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I remember when I was a child the sun rose and set on you. You were a super hero in my eyes. What has happened to those days? Perhaps some relationships just can't grow with us. As we mature, and develop we choose paths that carry us away from one another. That makes me sad. For as long as I live there will be cracks in my heart where you belong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4625503481483004226?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4625503481483004226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4625503481483004226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4625503481483004226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4625503481483004226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-friend-i-remember-when-i-was-child.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8307436409601615348</id><published>2009-11-04T16:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:14:19.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Doggie... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SvH6hd7mdgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bF_NhhywGMQ/s1600-h/Devil+Puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SvH6hd7mdgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bF_NhhywGMQ/s160/Devil+Puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8307436409601615348?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8307436409601615348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8307436409601615348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8307436409601615348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8307436409601615348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/11/devil-doggie.html' title='Devil Doggie... :)'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SvH6hd7mdgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bF_NhhywGMQ/s72-c/Devil+Puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-9060516828817624555</id><published>2009-10-30T12:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:22:01.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Witchy Lil Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexWIMfBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4G3E8_FXL28/s1600-h/Halloween1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398442411436047378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexWIMfBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4G3E8_FXL28/s200/Halloween1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexBkB7VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h8yEpA6xJoA/s1600-h/Halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398442405915651410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexBkB7VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h8yEpA6xJoA/s200/Halloween2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexPR4m7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/vnYq_nocPbw/s1600-h/Halloween5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398442409597639602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexPR4m7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/vnYq_nocPbw/s200/Halloween5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexorOPJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NlwkT-q1Unw/s1600-h/Halloween4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398442416414801042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexorOPJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NlwkT-q1Unw/s200/Halloween4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I absolutely love these photos... Has there ever been a cuter puppy?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-9060516828817624555?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/9060516828817624555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=9060516828817624555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9060516828817624555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9060516828817624555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Witchy Lil Thing...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SusexWIMfBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4G3E8_FXL28/s72-c/Halloween1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7013589133730473818</id><published>2009-08-18T20:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:06:01.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Goodness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last week I broke into Phil and Elizabeth's apartment. ALL WEEK! As my wedding gift to the happy couple Tricia and I stole their house keys and cleaned their place. When they came home from the honeymoon they were greeted by the site and scent of a squeeky clean home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/Sotjf_KtO5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ywuybpAOdAI/s1600-h/sneaks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371496381752884114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/Sotjf_KtO5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ywuybpAOdAI/s320/sneaks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SotjgRi-oYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hp5ZGTyIIj0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371496386686525826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SotjgRi-oYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hp5ZGTyIIj0/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes I just love dishing out the unexpected!&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/11536396-7013589133730473818?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7013589133730473818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7013589133730473818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7013589133730473818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7013589133730473818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneaky-goodness.html' title='Sneaky Goodness...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/Sotjf_KtO5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ywuybpAOdAI/s72-c/sneaks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3692484803840784774</id><published>2009-08-06T11:31:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:28:26.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As You Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I took a quiz on Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxeDut-dMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DvnCk43br78/s1600-h/love5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Which Princess Bride character are you?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxdC6q4y-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fJUN5JKliQ8/s1600-h/PeterCook.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367267160609049570" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxdC6q4y-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fJUN5JKliQ8/s200/PeterCook.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxeD09FehI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pc3GPJIvqGo/s1600-h/thugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367268275766262290" style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxeD09FehI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pc3GPJIvqGo/s400/thugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxeECznoGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FANOzfpoO9w/s1600-h/Max.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367268279484653666" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxeECznoGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FANOzfpoO9w/s400/Max.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxiuysAkhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/H-oMlxntbPw/s1600-h/love5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273411938652690" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxiuysAkhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/H-oMlxntbPw/s400/love5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am Miracle Max. I have to say I agree with this assessment. I'm not the lead romantic character. I'm not the one consumed with revenge. I'm not a simple minded giant with a heart of gold, and I'm not a scheming little fool. I am Miracle Max. I'm part of the fabric of the adventure. I'm vital to the story. I save the day and make you laugh. That's the perfect role for me. In the film, and in life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This weekend Phil is marrying Elizabeth. The "theme" to their love story is The Princess Bride. It is so sweet and romantic that I would make fun of it if I didn't know how well this suited them. Phil is most definitely a Dread Pirate Roberts in life. He's an adventurer. He's quick witted and strong. He loves with all that he is. It's no wonder to me then that he found Elizabeth. His Princess Buttercup in every way. Watching them is like seeing two perfectly matched pieces coming together. It restores my view of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We very rarely get second chances at love in this world. Some of us don't really get first chances. It does my heart good to see what is possible. I am happy beyond words to see true love in action. I pray every day that their marriage is a good one. I don't pray for endless happiness and other unattainable things. I pray that they grow together, and change together. I pray that they appreciate each other. I hope they see every day with one another as a blessing and a privilege. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;On Saturday I will witness this wedding. The business of two becoming one. I will be proud to be part of it all. It will be a celebration to remember and at the end of the day my Family will be bigger. What an awesome thing to look forward to!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-3692484803840784774?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3692484803840784774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=3692484803840784774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3692484803840784774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3692484803840784774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-you-wish.html' title='As You Wish...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SnxdC6q4y-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fJUN5JKliQ8/s72-c/PeterCook.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-9088515388069211216</id><published>2009-07-24T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:33:46.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SmoaIYtDV6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-H2CY1a8ko8/s1600-h/my+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362127037710686114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SmoaIYtDV6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-H2CY1a8ko8/s320/my+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It seems to me that life never really allows you to forget your place. I have moments when I'm literally caught off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; by my reality. Did you know that I am disabled!?! I swear to God sometimes I forget. I occasionally need to remind myself that there are people in the world who do not live like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some people get out of bed whenever they feel like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some people use their bathtub as a place for solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some woman get men who want them just for their bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some people get to hug first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some people can pee without a schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some people can get in a car and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't get me wrong! I love my life. I think I'm good at it. Yet I can't help but wonder what all that freedom feels like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-9088515388069211216?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/9088515388069211216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=9088515388069211216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9088515388069211216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9088515388069211216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/07/gravity.html' title='Gravity...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SmoaIYtDV6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-H2CY1a8ko8/s72-c/my+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8872353902537022858</id><published>2009-07-13T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:43:31.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile On My Face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SlvUBnVe9_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/5XMnmZD5M70/s1600-h/Mommy....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358109305891387378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SlvUBnVe9_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/5XMnmZD5M70/s400/Mommy....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Who could look at this and not feel that the world just got slightly better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Welcome HOME!&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/11536396-8872353902537022858?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8872353902537022858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8872353902537022858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8872353902537022858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8872353902537022858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-on-my-face.html' title='A Smile On My Face...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SlvUBnVe9_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/5XMnmZD5M70/s72-c/Mommy....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6363211548744855943</id><published>2009-06-30T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:37:12.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SkpbSmRFP0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/QYCkS6b2TPM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353191482151223106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SkpbSmRFP0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/QYCkS6b2TPM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You never saw this place, but I think you would like it. I've often thought of you here. I picture coffee, laughter, and all night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disneyfests&lt;/span&gt;. I sometimes think you'd be pleased with who I've become. There is so much of you weaved through my identity. Every now and again I even see your facial expressions in the mirror. I hear your giggle hidden inside my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss you so much. The world hasn't created enough words to describe what's in my heart. It's far more complex than I can share here. Just know that I carry you in my heart. You are with me wherever I am. You are a part of my home. Your legacy lives on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your Little Pixie&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/11536396-6363211548744855943?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6363211548744855943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=6363211548744855943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6363211548744855943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6363211548744855943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SkpbSmRFP0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/QYCkS6b2TPM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-9063101923230558939</id><published>2009-05-17T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:18:19.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Strange Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the fork in the road, I must choose left or right. I take a deep breath and I choose me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-9063101923230558939?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/9063101923230558939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=9063101923230558939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9063101923230558939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/9063101923230558939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-strange-weekend.html' title='Very Strange Weekend...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8668728727834247498</id><published>2009-05-15T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:33:30.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Quote of the Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Oh my God... I would have totally brought you coffee if I new your ex was gay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8668728727834247498?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8668728727834247498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8668728727834247498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8668728727834247498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8668728727834247498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-quote-of-week.html' title='Best Quote of the Week...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4022930137494110193</id><published>2009-05-08T12:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:19:54.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SgR15JAOLnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HToM2iTKFY8/s1600-h/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333517483243351666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SgR15JAOLnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HToM2iTKFY8/s200/love2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am not a Mother. I do not have a Mother. Mother's Day is a painful day for me. If you've lost your Mother, and you have not created children of your own, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Everyone else will just read this, and find me bitter. I can live with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What I do have is Diva Starbucks. My puppy love... My faithful friend and companion. Its a kind of Motherhood. This love I have for Diva is unconditional. From the moment I first held her I knew we were Family. She is my heart. She is my protector. She is a blanket heater on cold nights. Diva sticks up for me. She cares how I'm feeling. This little puppy is tuned in to me. I know I was meant to be Diva's Mom. So for every Puppy Mom out there today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SgR2NKTPmdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UOOWxF48lCw/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333517827188955602" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SgR2NKTPmdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UOOWxF48lCw/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4022930137494110193?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4022930137494110193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4022930137494110193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4022930137494110193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4022930137494110193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SgR15JAOLnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HToM2iTKFY8/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-2360375692004359852</id><published>2009-04-23T15:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:32:07.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>29...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SfDPdcC0QuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XnceQOS-LjI/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327986463830459106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SfDPdcC0QuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XnceQOS-LjI/s200/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is exactly the way it should be. A great group of friends and a celebration. Flaming sugar free cupcakes too! :) I am seriously blessed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SfDO-Xjqn1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/mZtTxX0RR-E/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327985930050117458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SfDO-Xjqn1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/mZtTxX0RR-E/s200/bday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SfDMnqnRn3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/cCDI-tF2Pe4/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-2360375692004359852?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2360375692004359852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=2360375692004359852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2360375692004359852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2360375692004359852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-exactly-way-it-should-be.html' title='29...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SfDPdcC0QuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XnceQOS-LjI/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1898461968427678149</id><published>2009-04-18T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:02:39.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Snuffelupagus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy 40th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Make this year your best yet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1898461968427678149?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1898461968427678149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=1898461968427678149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1898461968427678149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1898461968427678149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-snuffelupagus.html' title='Mr. Snuffelupagus...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6572163263174555965</id><published>2009-04-10T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:29:14.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The only life that ever really made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The only death that ever really made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you for loving us that much!&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/11536396-6572163263174555965?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6572163263174555965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=6572163263174555965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6572163263174555965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6572163263174555965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-christ.html' title='Jesus Christ...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3991339452287887172</id><published>2009-03-31T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:56:22.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have witnessed true love this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have seen how good it can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for showing me what is possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for getting it right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really needed to see it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish you the very best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-3991339452287887172?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3991339452287887172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=3991339452287887172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3991339452287887172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3991339452287887172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8419089316525165042</id><published>2009-03-11T16:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:00:34.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get out of your head!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's dark in there and full of crap....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8419089316525165042?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8419089316525165042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8419089316525165042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5191538697770157005</id><published>2009-03-02T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:30:31.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Laurie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I still can't believe you aren't here. I close my eyes and I can still see your face. Your smile and your laugh are carried with me wherever I go... Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You would hardly recognize us now. We are all broken and rebuilt. Relationships have risen, and crumbled all in the time you've been gone. New children have been added to our mix. Life keeps rolling on yet you've missed so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish I could talk to you. I wish we could hold hands. I wish more than anything that you could take it all back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know that's not possible, so I'll try not to dwell on it. I'll see you again when my time is done here. Then maybe you can take a few thousand years to explain all this to me. Maybe we'll hold hands as we walk together... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love you beautiful girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-5191538697770157005?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5191538697770157005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5191538697770157005' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5191538697770157005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5191538697770157005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-here-again.html' title='We&apos;re Here Again...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3062838624865662716</id><published>2009-02-11T15:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:46:09.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone sent me this today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SZNGt53pJAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/m_Msq39i_9c/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301658940787467266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SZNGt53pJAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/m_Msq39i_9c/s320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You will have your heart broken more than once and it's harder every time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You'll fight with your best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You'll eventually lose someone you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin. &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/11536396-3062838624865662716?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3062838624865662716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=3062838624865662716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3062838624865662716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3062838624865662716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone-sent-me-this-today.html' title='Someone sent me this today....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SZNGt53pJAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/m_Msq39i_9c/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-162725618153001284</id><published>2009-02-04T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:18:25.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast From the Past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SYnzRgXHfuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4csnNPAJbOQ/s1600-h/l_8a7f1400114b4809b948d5a23a7be7be.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299033918648319714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SYnzRgXHfuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4csnNPAJbOQ/s200/l_8a7f1400114b4809b948d5a23a7be7be.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This week I've been reunited with an old friend. I haven't seen her in 10 years, but I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instinctively&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; we will be able to pick up where our friendship left off... In fact, I think it will be stronger now than ever before. We have so much in common now. Life has dealt us both a difficult hand. I'm thankful to know I'm not alone. This Fairy Princess thing can be a real bitch sometimes! I've reconnected with the one friend I've ever had who knows this first hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I haven't put much stock in God's master plan lately. It feels like He's mostly busy been busy knocking me down, or stealing away the things I love. Even so, I have to believe this new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt; has a purpose. I'll have to keep my eyes, ears, and heart open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For now though... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WELCOME BACK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KIMBER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Kiwi to those in the know)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-162725618153001284?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/162725618153001284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=162725618153001284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/162725618153001284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/162725618153001284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-past.html' title='A Blast From the Past...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SYnzRgXHfuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4csnNPAJbOQ/s72-c/l_8a7f1400114b4809b948d5a23a7be7be.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6064825226379869757</id><published>2009-01-29T15:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:57:42.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Punched in the Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It is a rare thing indeed when you can read something in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt; that really connects with your soul. My Aunt Gail used an expression in her journal that has so accurately described my feelings, I've felt the breath knock out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Punched in the heart..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Something so simple, and beautiful, and true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;They say that a soul goes through seasons. I am clearly experiencing a crisp winter myself. I'm tired. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disillusioned&lt;/span&gt;. I am breaking. I wish I could play it all cool, and distant. I'd love to pretend that it's great. But, I've just never been wired that way. I am the one who calls a spade a spade. Right is still right, and wrong is still wrong. In some things there are no gray areas. I can not make truth any less honest for anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is bruising my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6064825226379869757?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6064825226379869757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=6064825226379869757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6064825226379869757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6064825226379869757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2009/01/punched-in-heart.html' title='Punched in the Heart...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1009207804309825377</id><published>2008-11-16T12:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:06:28.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have to say this weekend has been truly excellent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This Friday I did something I haven't done in 11 yrs. I went out to dinner, and a movie with my whole family! I never thought I'd live to see that happen... It made me feel a small tingle of genuine joy. I haven't felt it in a long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I also spent time with some of my favorite people Saturday night. I went to see BOLT in 3D. Super cute! Go see it if you need to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Christmas is right around the corner. I'm not really ready for it. I'm hoping I can get passed the stress of gifting, and focus on the wonder of the season. After all, what can we ever buy that compares to the true Gift of the season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1009207804309825377?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1009207804309825377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=1009207804309825377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1009207804309825377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1009207804309825377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4276320220131667369</id><published>2008-08-17T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:18:22.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Thing Happened on the Way Home Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Like any good story, I'll begin with this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well what had happened was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Heidi, Marie, and I had gone to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenosha&lt;/span&gt; County fair. We had a fun time! We laughed, and played games. I even won a monkey! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then around 11pm as Marie was returning me to my house, my car began making strange noises. We pulled over in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Johnsburg&lt;/span&gt; and noticed that the car was smoking. NOT good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So we called my dad to ask if we should stay put, or attempt to get me back home. As most of you know this van is the only vehicle available that can fit my wheelchair. Dad suggests that we cautiously head for my house and he would come over in the morning to fix it. Only problem is that as we get back in motion, the strange noises stop and now the battery light thingy in the dash is lit. Also, Marie is losing the ability to control the steering. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! We called my Dad again and he now says to try making it to his house. He will find some way to get me home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We were plugging along to dad's place, and had made it to his street when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blinky&lt;/span&gt; engine danger noise started up. The van is over heating and as we parked in front of his house we were fully expecting the van would be blowing up soon. YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;At this point, Marie and I have decided to walk home. The distance is really not too terrible, and it isn't much worse than the daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trek&lt;/span&gt; I used to have through the streets of Chicago. Only, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McHenry&lt;/span&gt; it is dark and there aren't really sidewalks. :D Don't worry though! My Dad gave us flashlights. Including one special light that I could wear on my HEAD! That's right folks, I had an actual headlight! I looked like one of the freaks from 16 CANDLES (i.e John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cusack&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So as Marie and I are walking along River Rd, my father begins to follow us in his car to protect us from other cars. However, he starting yelling confusing instructions as to where he wanted us to walk. At one point he actually called me an asshole (I found this to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt;!). We parted ways with him on Miller Rd... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As we were walking, the craziness of our little adventure begins to settle in and Marie, and I get the giggles. Here I am like a jackass with the miners light strapped to my head. Walking home at midnight because my car almost blew up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And then the police show up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Apparently, someone reported as as "suspicious activity"! Two cop cars arrive on the scene to make sure we aren't terrorists or something... They make us wait for like 20 minutes, offer us no assistance, and finally send us on our way... Did I mention that while we were waiting with the police for their non-service I begin to laugh so hard I was crying? Marie was afraid they would think we were drunk. Its that laughter that only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occurs&lt;/span&gt; in a mild crisis.... I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The rest of our journey would have been considered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;smooth&lt;/span&gt;, as long as you leave out the part where my wheelchair started to die on Route 31... Poor Marie's  little feet were killing her by the time we walked into my apartment. I've never been so happy to be home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;How was YOUR weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4276320220131667369?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4276320220131667369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4276320220131667369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4276320220131667369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4276320220131667369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_17.html' title='A Funny Thing Happened on the Way Home Last Night'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8669192588659236454</id><published>2008-08-12T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:43:52.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today after nearly a decade of living alone... I had my very first run in with 911. For reasons unknown I fell down today. Thankfully my cell phone fell also. I was able to phone for help and now I'm back on track. It's an odd thing needing people. You don't always realize how odd until you are on the floor... Today I can honestly relate to the "help, I've fallen and I can't get up" lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8669192588659236454?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8669192588659236454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8669192588659236454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8669192588659236454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8669192588659236454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/08/rescue-me.html' title='Rescue Me...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5548572306338021720</id><published>2008-08-08T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:32:10.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi Peszat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish for great things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish you everything good and strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hold your sadness in my own heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I smile at your independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Welcome back to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Welcome to courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peszat&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love you bigger than words. I can't wait to see where you go from here.&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/11536396-5548572306338021720?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5548572306338021720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5548572306338021720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5548572306338021720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5548572306338021720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/08/heidi-peszat.html' title='Heidi Peszat'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7394981096751362263</id><published>2008-07-02T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:05:25.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This morning was okay... Aunt Karen and Steph both called to tell me they love me and that their thoughts were with me today. I really needed that. There's something about this terrible anniversary that forever ties me to Steph. That was the day we went from "cousins" to "SISTERS". Eleven years ago today, Steph held me together when my world broke apart. I'm only heartbroken to know that this year Steph had to learn the sting of that kind of lose. I wish I could have spared her that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My Dad stopped by today. That's when today got lots worse. I can say that here because as he says "I don't want to read your blog. Who can stand all that stuff?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish I remembered the me from back then. Something died inside of me then and there's just no getting it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sorry this post isn't all motivational and moving. I just can't manage that today. I miss my Mother. I hate that I know her last moments. It stings to carry that. I can't pretend it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7394981096751362263?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7394981096751362263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7394981096751362263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-morning-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4404782195549241034</id><published>2008-07-02T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:12:55.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song That Needs To Spill Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will not let myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will not break the way you did,You fell so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I lose my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I cannot cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of youI learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I watched you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was so young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because of you&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/11536396-4404782195549241034?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4404782195549241034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4404782195549241034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-not-make-same-mistakes-that-you.html' title='The Song That Needs To Spill Out...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7665252518798263281</id><published>2008-06-20T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:33:52.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ten birthdays in heaven... Do they celebrate there? I hope you're having a wonderful afterlife. I can't believe how long it's been since I've seen your face. You know what hurts the most? A mother's love is unconditional. You were the one person who loved me no matter what. I don't have that now. I have an empty space where you used to be. I miss just talking to you. I miss kissing your forehead when you were tying my shoes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Would you like me now? Would you be proud of who I've become? I hope you see a bit of you when you look at me. I'd like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love you. I'm thankful for the 17 years that I knew you. I look forward to seeing you again one day.... Until then... HAPPY BIRTHDAY lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your Little Pixie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7665252518798263281?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7665252518798263281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7665252518798263281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7665252518798263281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7665252518798263281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-2139224177572521641</id><published>2008-06-20T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:47:49.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SFvs7agLB7I/AAAAAAAAADA/_iRtZTiRPDc/s1600-h/mother%27s+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SFvs7agLB7I/AAAAAAAAADA/_iRtZTiRPDc/s320/mother%27s+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-2139224177572521641?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2139224177572521641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=2139224177572521641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2139224177572521641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2139224177572521641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/06/posted-by-picasa.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SFvs7agLB7I/AAAAAAAAADA/_iRtZTiRPDc/s72-c/mother%27s+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8081723607767041858</id><published>2008-06-07T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:50:27.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Awesome for WORDS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It is official... Benjamin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Batey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fradin&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WALKING LITTLE MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt; Just in time for his birthday party, Ben decided to pull an extra miracle out of his hat! I am so IMPRESSED! He is Just the absolute definition of HOPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8081723607767041858?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8081723607767041858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8081723607767041858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8081723607767041858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8081723607767041858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-awesome-for-words.html' title='Too Awesome for WORDS!!!!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5517146088810634810</id><published>2008-06-07T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:32:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 7th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Laurie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is your birthday and I can't believe you're missing it. You're missing a lot actually... Babies, Heartaches, and Weddings for example.Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; was married last week. She held out for true love for so long and you missed out on celebrating that with her. Could you see us from where you are? Its been so long since I've seen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dimensional&lt;/span&gt; you. I'm starting to see you in picture form in my mind. I always think of that last Sunday together. So many words said and none of them the right ones. If there was any thought in my head that within the following week I would lose you, I wonder what I might have done differently. I guess when you hug someone for the last time, that hug is burned into you. I can still feel you there against my heart... The other day I was listening to this song and it struck me in a new "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laurie&lt;/span&gt;" way. It was never meant for our situation, and yet it rings true. So today I post these lyrics and this letter. Today I put down another small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of the broken pain you left me. I love you Beautiful! I carry you in what's left of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Who Knew"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;You promised me you'd be around&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;I took your words&lt;br /&gt;And I believed&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;br /&gt;You said to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah huh&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know better&lt;br /&gt;Cause you said forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were such fools&lt;br /&gt;And so convinced and just too cool&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could touch you again&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could still call you friend&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything&lt;br /&gt;When someone said count your blessings now&lt;br /&gt;'fore they're long gone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just didn't know how&lt;br /&gt;I was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;They knew better&lt;br /&gt;Still you said forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you locked in my head&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Until we&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget you my friend&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're all wrong and&lt;br /&gt;That last kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And time makes&lt;br /&gt;It harder&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;br /&gt;But I keep&lt;br /&gt;Your memory&lt;br /&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-5517146088810634810?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5517146088810634810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5517146088810634810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5517146088810634810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5517146088810634810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-laurie-today-is-your-birthday-and.html' title='June 7th...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-2268784545795978244</id><published>2008-06-06T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:33:44.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmsMNbMGI/AAAAAAAAACY/4RQpT4Lv080/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmsMNbMGI/AAAAAAAAACY/4RQpT4Lv080/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmssNbMJI/AAAAAAAAACw/JMpWtJVs34c/s1600-h/Mandy+Bridesmaid-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmssNbMJI/AAAAAAAAACw/JMpWtJVs34c/s320/Mandy+Bridesmaid-1.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmscNbMHI/AAAAAAAAACg/ztnDCMzxBhk/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmscNbMHI/AAAAAAAAACg/ztnDCMzxBhk/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmscNbMII/AAAAAAAAACo/yXo6oRFt3FY/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmscNbMII/AAAAAAAAACo/yXo6oRFt3FY/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-2268784545795978244?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2268784545795978244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=2268784545795978244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2268784545795978244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2268784545795978244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-week-ago-today.html' title='One Week Ago Today...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SElmsMNbMGI/AAAAAAAAACY/4RQpT4Lv080/s72-c/IMG_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7583088991842470797</id><published>2008-06-03T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:05:33.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Denver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can not believe how time flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7583088991842470797?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7583088991842470797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7583088991842470797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7583088991842470797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7583088991842470797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-denver.html' title='Happy Birthday Denver!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7616266345051118339</id><published>2008-06-03T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:13:39.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SEV6PuJth3I/AAAAAAAAACI/RazLxvU3F1E/s1600-h/Maya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SEV6PuJth3I/AAAAAAAAACI/RazLxvU3F1E/s160/Maya.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This picture makes me happy!This is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Maya wearing her birthday jewelery. I found this Hello Kitty set and new that she had to have it. The best part of this picture though is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; my little girlie girl is wearing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TINK&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah, she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; related... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7616266345051118339?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7616266345051118339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7616266345051118339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7616266345051118339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7616266345051118339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-girl.html' title='Beautiful Girl!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SEV6PuJth3I/AAAAAAAAACI/RazLxvU3F1E/s72-c/Maya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-2382217286651851515</id><published>2008-05-31T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:41:07.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My little sister is MARRIED! Yesterday I was honored to be a part of Steph &amp;amp; Andy's big day. I am so happy for these two! I'll post pictures later. For now I'd just like to wish the newlyweds well, and send them to St. Thomas with all of my love and best wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-2382217286651851515?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2382217286651851515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=2382217286651851515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2382217286651851515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2382217286651851515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/fabulous.html' title='Fabulous!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8875543752989082022</id><published>2008-05-29T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:30:29.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The grass is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;. The sky is &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TEAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(See? I can do it too..)&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/11536396-8875543752989082022?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8875543752989082022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8875543752989082022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/grass-is-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3483511411503558615</id><published>2008-05-23T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:57:38.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer of Movies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't speak for anyone else, but I am seriously excited for this season's film line up! Here are just a few I'm interested in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Narnia (Prince Caspian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sex &amp;amp; the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Incredible HULK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;YAY! Thet the movie goodness begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-3483511411503558615?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3483511411503558615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=3483511411503558615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3483511411503558615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3483511411503558615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-of-movies.html' title='The Summer of Movies!!!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3014202018009557124</id><published>2008-05-20T11:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:58:34.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nature of Blogland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It is my belief that blogging can bring out the best and the worst in people. It's because of the nameless, faceless nature of the thing. Sure, you see pictures and you know people in a general way... but here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt; you can show any side of your self you choose. It's important to remember that you're only seeing what the writer is showing you. For example, If you know me from blogging you know these things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm poetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm a fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love my dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love my family &amp;amp; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I aspire to bigger things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've experienced great loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I worship God and a good cup of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have an odd sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I struggle with depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm in a wheelchair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I used to be fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I value my privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am a Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But that is only a small part of who I am. I am a survivor. I am brave. I am direct. I am unemployed. I am tired. I am occasionally heart broken. I am hopeful. I am so many things that stitch me together. I don't mind listing my "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;am's&lt;/span&gt;" . When they are all strung together in a thread it's really quite beautiful. But I would genuinely hate it if you spent too long looking at just one element. Please remember that I am all those things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There has been some hostility circulating in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt; these days. I'm honestly not sure what brought it on. But I'd like to say this in all honesty. Both of you are dear to me. I wouldn't wish pain on either of you. Please lay your anger to rest. It doesn't help anyone. All that we have is the present, and today things are looking up. When you blog again (which I hope you both do soon), I'd like to see more of yourselves in your writing. I know, and love you because of who you are. I look forward to you sharing that with the rest of the world. It's been so long since you've really shared your true selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&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/11536396-3014202018009557124?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3014202018009557124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3014202018009557124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/nature-of-blogland.html' title='The Nature of Blogland...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4413478386137072748</id><published>2008-05-18T13:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:18:23.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SDByUxdn2MI/AAAAAAAAABw/UStvRvaCAAI/s1600-h/Steph+517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201783270813456578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SDByUxdn2MI/AAAAAAAAABw/UStvRvaCAAI/s320/Steph+517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SDByVBdn2NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fFkOLJ59RSQ/s1600-h/Divalicious.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This picture makes me smile... :)&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/11536396-4413478386137072748?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4413478386137072748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4413478386137072748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4413478386137072748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4413478386137072748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/bachelorette.html' title='Bachelorette.....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SDByUxdn2MI/AAAAAAAAABw/UStvRvaCAAI/s72-c/Steph+517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1752300435007708394</id><published>2008-05-18T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:37:15.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Freakin' LOVE This Picture! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SDB29Bdn2OI/AAAAAAAAACA/qdzQLA8ixSU/s1600-h/Divalicious.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201788360349702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SDB29Bdn2OI/AAAAAAAAACA/qdzQLA8ixSU/s200/Divalicious.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanks, Aunt Karen for the feathers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;DIVALICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1752300435007708394?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1752300435007708394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=1752300435007708394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1752300435007708394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1752300435007708394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-freakin-love-this-picture.html' title='I Freakin&apos; LOVE This Picture! :)'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SDB29Bdn2OI/AAAAAAAAACA/qdzQLA8ixSU/s72-c/Divalicious.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5253048468925726686</id><published>2008-05-14T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:13:16.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GoodNews!                                                                                                                                               Today I met with my state case worker. I am officially still a Fairy Princess! We can all go back to our regularly scheduled lives...&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/11536396-5253048468925726686?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5253048468925726686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5253048468925726686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5253048468925726686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5253048468925726686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time Again...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7479877772266218541</id><published>2008-05-13T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:46:11.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Luv....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SCne8Rdn2LI/AAAAAAAAABo/lC72kES5TP0/s1600-h/Rebel+Girls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199932371837114546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SCne8Rdn2LI/AAAAAAAAABo/lC72kES5TP0/s400/Rebel+Girls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is my favorite picture of Diva and I. It's so very... US! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I especially like the matching hot pink and the t-shirt that says: REBEL (it only counts if you get caught). I think that sums us up pretty accurately. Me &amp;amp; Diva... Two peas in a pod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;She really is my "kid" you know... Her personality is perfectly suited to mine. Her love of coffee just proves she's being brought up right! Buying Diva Starbucks was the smartest thing I've ever done. This little crazy girl has been my friend and companion. I can't imagine my life without her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've decided to celebrate Puppy Mother's Day. I'm declaring May 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; from now on to be a holiday. I may never be a Mom in the traditional sense. Most of you already know I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. Yet I am a Mom to somebody. She's got four legs, and she worships the ground I roll on. :) So Happy Puppy Mother's Day to all my animal adoring "parents"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7479877772266218541?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7479877772266218541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7479877772266218541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7479877772266218541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7479877772266218541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-my-favorite-picture-of-diva-and.html' title='Puppy Luv....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/SCne8Rdn2LI/AAAAAAAAABo/lC72kES5TP0/s72-c/Rebel+Girls.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8664283831501043374</id><published>2008-05-11T16:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:54:26.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is nothing quite as sharp to the heart as Mother's Day without your Mother.... My Heart goes out to anyone who knows this particular ache... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As for the other "moms" in my life. The ladies who step in from time to time to fill that roll. I Love you. Thanks for all that you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8664283831501043374?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8664283831501043374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8664283831501043374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8664283831501043374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8664283831501043374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-781666092098232395</id><published>2008-05-10T14:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:53:02.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dolly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last night I went downtown to the Chicago Theatre to see Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;. What an AMAZING show! I have seen her perform many times. I even sang with her myself once... It never gets old. She always delivers. The energy and heart Dolly brings to every performance makes her one of the greats. I loved the show. I feel connected to my childhood whenever she sings. I refer to her as a link to my "past life". I've been a devoted fan since the days before my Mother died. I've loved her since before the floor dropped out of my universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Over the last decade or so I have hardened. My heart has grown a bit calloused. I've changed, and evolved as I've faced difficult challenges and soul crushing loss. I can't help it. It's a survival method. I'm still fun, and loving, but there is a rough edge to my personality. I am relieved to see that when I'm lost in music, my heart is young again. Dolly's music is like an old friend. Visiting my old friend last night was great for my soul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-781666092098232395?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/781666092098232395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=781666092098232395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/781666092098232395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/781666092098232395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-dolly.html' title='Hello Dolly...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7711363450175212103</id><published>2008-05-09T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:44:34.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boyfriend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Benjamin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Batey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fradin&lt;/span&gt; is one year old today! I can't even tell you all how happy I am to say that out loud... There have been so many uphill battles in this little man's life. And yet here he is today. THRIVING! He simply blows my mind. Ben is a daily reminder for me that all things work together. My life has also been filled with uphill struggles, and God took the time to throw Mike, and Becca into my life. Way before Ben was a glimmer in their eyes, I knew that we were friends for a reason. And now my life experiences are serving as a touchstone for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fradins&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so honored to know Ben. I'm lucky enough to call him Nephew... I can't wait to see where his journey takes him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ben!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I Love you Oodles &amp;amp; Bunches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Manders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7711363450175212103?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7711363450175212103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7711363450175212103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7711363450175212103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7711363450175212103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-boyfriend.html' title='My Boyfriend....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1463688159493211236</id><published>2008-04-27T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:25:45.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMILTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ladies and Gentleman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have an announcement. I have a new love in my life. I could not be happier! Hamilton just might be the love of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok, he's actually my Hamilton Beach coffee brew station. But I'm totally in love! After Mr. Coffee and I &lt;a href="http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2005/11/breaking-up.html"&gt;broke up&lt;/a&gt; so long ago, I never thought I'd find love again. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you Heidi for introducing us! I can't wait for the three of us to spend some time together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1463688159493211236?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1463688159493211236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=1463688159493211236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1463688159493211236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1463688159493211236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/hamilton.html' title='HAMILTON'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6463132938457542405</id><published>2008-04-23T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:57:40.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you for remembering my BIRTHDAY! All of your warm wishes and loving words are stored away in my heart. I'm so blessed to have so many devoted people in my life. I know I'm going to make today special. I hope you do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6463132938457542405?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6463132938457542405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6463132938457542405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friends-thank-you-for-remembering.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4379185989372760528</id><published>2008-04-19T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:36:32.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Two words that make me giggle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oil Puppets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Enough said. Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy (aka.Elizabeth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4379185989372760528?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4379185989372760528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4379185989372760528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-two-words-that-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6227794172980035972</id><published>2008-04-18T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:10:09.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't look a day over 37...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6227794172980035972?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6227794172980035972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6227794172980035972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-happy-birthday-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1005422393953137440</id><published>2008-04-16T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:15:44.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm so glad I know you. My world is ever so much brighter with you in it. Please remember you are vital to my existance. If you lose your hope call me. I'll help you find it again. Please don't ever make me feel the way She did. I can't live through that a second time. If you start to fall call me. I'll catch you. I'll remind you of the bigger picture. I'll remind you of the hole in my heart if you aren't there. I want to be there for you. I want to form an army of the walking wounded. So we're broken. SO WHAT?!? At least we're holding on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love you as tall as my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1005422393953137440?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1005422393953137440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1005422393953137440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-im-so-glad-i-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4340601984486088434</id><published>2008-04-11T09:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:04:28.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes I'm not sure you like me. I know that you love me. We've been close for as long as I can remember. You knew me in my past life... Before pain, and death taught me to harden my heart. Do you like me now? I'm praying you do! Thank you for never giving up on me. I'm so glad to know that you will never let me go. Even when I'm hard, and cold, and evil. You see through all that and you stick around. That just blows my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4340601984486088434?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4340601984486088434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4340601984486088434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-sometimes-im-not-sure-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7685451396114847353</id><published>2008-04-10T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:18:22.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You inspire me. To see your smiling face was the highlight of my week. I can't wait to see your story unfold. You make me hope for the future. The life we live is not for everyone, but so far we're thriving. I love you, and I'll always be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Manders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7685451396114847353?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7685451396114847353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7685451396114847353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-you-inspire-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6827531919922110210</id><published>2008-04-07T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:28:20.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today, I've got nothing deep or insightful. I love you. What could be more important than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6827531919922110210?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6827531919922110210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6827531919922110210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-today-ive-got-nothing-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4710671150439805199</id><published>2008-04-04T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:47:30.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are so brave! I know how hard it is for you to make changes. It takes a lot of strength to start fresh. I'm proud of you. You are on your way. Don't look at this place you are in as a failure. You are losing something, but gaining so much more. You are chosing you, and that makes me glad. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4710671150439805199?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4710671150439805199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4710671150439805199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-you-are-so-brave-i-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4882531577341702400</id><published>2008-04-03T18:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:14:31.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are the most beautiful person I've ever known! Mostly because you don't see it. I wish you could view yourself through my eyes. You would be amazed! Your smile warms my heart at it's absolute coldest. Your light can be seen for miles. You may never know how valued you are in my life. You've saved me on so many occasions, I've completely lost count. I know to you, you're a work in progress... but I wouldn't change a thing. You are perfect just as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4882531577341702400?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4882531577341702400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4882531577341702400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-you-are-most-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1737461848794084726</id><published>2008-04-02T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:56:17.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    It feels like forever since I've seen your face. I miss you. I wish I felt closer to you. Life is spinning so fast, and I've misplaced my compass. Are you happy? Are things the way you thought they would be? We always said we could tell each other anything. What happened there? I love you so much it barely fits in my chest! Please don't stay away so long again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1737461848794084726?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1737461848794084726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1737461848794084726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friend-it-feels-like-forever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-889695657062384142</id><published>2008-04-01T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:58:58.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter a Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This April, I've decided to journal in a new way. I'm going to write a note once a day that is directed to someone specifically. A good way to begin pouring my heart out again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-889695657062384142?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/889695657062384142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=889695657062384142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/889695657062384142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/889695657062384142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/04/letter-day.html' title='A Letter a Day...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-180647317522031036</id><published>2008-03-22T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:48:31.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I know that as a Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be jazzed about the holiday, but to be honest, I'm just not there. I'm so thankful for my salvation, but the motions of the season feel kinda hollow... Today I'm praying that Jesus catches me off guard in the next few days. I'd like to be surprised by joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-180647317522031036?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/180647317522031036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=180647317522031036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/180647317522031036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/180647317522031036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='EASTER...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7220689698301786301</id><published>2008-03-17T11:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:34:38.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!&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/11536396-7220689698301786301?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7220689698301786301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7220689698301786301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7220689698301786301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7220689698301786301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-2262110566599013515</id><published>2008-03-17T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:37:34.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;May the road rise up to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;May the wind always be at your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And until we meet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;May God hold you in the palm of His hand.&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/11536396-2262110566599013515?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2262110566599013515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=2262110566599013515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2262110566599013515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/2262110566599013515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/03/may-road-rise-up-to-meet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-1131081206070754667</id><published>2008-03-14T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:28:33.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanks to my friend&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eyeonthebaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; I've been made aware of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnssams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... I'll begin by saying please pray for this family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The strength and courage of this young couple simply overwhelms me. I have no words of comfort for them. Perhaps there really are none. My story is always one of survival and overcoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;... None of my "stuff" applies to Joshua. He's two months old and he's dying. These past two months have been an unexpected miracle. These last few hours have been an unexpected miracle! His family has known from the get go that he would only be with them briefly. Yet, they chose to give him a dignified &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; and end. They have trusted that God has His hand in this matter. Joshua is not broken, or damaged. He's exactly as God intended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Joshua's life has been so short, but I have to say that he is impacting my heart. Read through this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; documented journey. I know Joshua will impact you all as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Praying hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-1131081206070754667?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1131081206070754667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=1131081206070754667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1131081206070754667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/1131081206070754667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/03/joshua.html' title='Joshua...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7896203598954816178</id><published>2008-03-06T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:28:00.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, my chair is up and running after 10 days of craziness. WooHoo! Now if I can just get my knee healed I'll be all set...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7896203598954816178?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7896203598954816178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7896203598954816178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7896203598954816178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7896203598954816178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8019869817807974477</id><published>2008-03-05T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:47:28.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ever notice how things always come at you when you're most vulnerable? I knew this week was going to be difficult because of Laurie. I also felt for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; because March 2 is her father's birthday. Talk about a double dose of OUCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What I didn't expect was the series of unfortunate events that lead me up to this emotional weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last Sunday my wheelchair died. In my effort to get help, I fell out of my chair and injured my knees. I've spent the whole week stuck in bed with ice packs and ace bandages on my legs. I need to setup an appointment for X-rays. My wheelchair repair group doesn't take my insurance, so I had to borrow $3,000.00 from my dad. Anyone who knows me at all, knows how much I hate needing his help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Very few things can actually wound my spirit anymore. However, the devil seems to know exactly which buttons to push. Being weakened and "extra crippled" has really damaged my spirit. I feel like things are stacking up against me. It also reminds me of how much a person can actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indure&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For now I'm in retreat mode. Like resting and rebooting may be my best option. I'll talk to you all later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8019869817807974477?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8019869817807974477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8019869817807974477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8019869817807974477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8019869817807974477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-week.html' title='This Week...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7218945554020247195</id><published>2008-03-05T14:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:06:03.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song that is Holding Me Together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROKEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wake up to a sunny day, not a cloud up in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then it starts to rain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My defenses hit the ground, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nd they shatter all around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So open and exposed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I found strength in the struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Face to face with my trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you're broken in a million little pieces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every tear falls down for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't you stop believing in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you're broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Little girl don't be so blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know what you're going through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't let it beat you up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hitting walls and getting scars o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nly makes you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Only makes you who you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;No matter how much your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is beauty in the breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you're broken in a million little pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every tear falls down for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't you stop believing in yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you're broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Better days are gonna find you once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every piece will find its place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you're broken, when you're broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you're broken in a million little pieces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every tear falls down for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't you stop believing in yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh, when you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7218945554020247195?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7218945554020247195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7218945554020247195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7218945554020247195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7218945554020247195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/03/song-that-is-holding-me-together.html' title='The Song that is Holding Me Together...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-437566443542204009</id><published>2008-01-19T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:27:56.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Miracles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;  Today my nephew Ben stood up all by himself! Not such a big deal for most babies. However, Ben is no typical kid. Not so long ago, Ben's parents were told that he may never walk. He's been through more than his share of hard stuff already and he seems to defy all the odds. He's perfect! Not because he seems to get more "normal" every day. Normal is for cowards! Ben is perfect because he is exactly as he's meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    If Ben never takes one step I won't be dissapointed. Lots of us get by fine without walking... It just looks more and more like Ben's potential is limitless. I want him to have every good experience, and a whole lot less of the crappy ones. He really deserves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-437566443542204009?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/437566443542204009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=437566443542204009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/437566443542204009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/437566443542204009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2008/01/small-miracles.html' title='Small Miracles...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4760810401858149066</id><published>2007-10-23T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:00:02.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Starts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It seems like all around me there are new beginnings brewing. People I love are getting married!Others I know are getting divorced... Where will the next year take us? So many things change in a blink. I find myself getting excited! I'm looking forward to change, and new beginnings. I feel like letting go of past baggage. I know spring is supposed to be the season for these feelings, but for me fall has always brought out my hopeful side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4760810401858149066?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4760810401858149066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4760810401858149066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4760810401858149066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4760810401858149066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/10/fresh-starts.html' title='Fresh Starts....'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6912142369532535997</id><published>2007-08-27T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:00:41.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There was a great homecoming this weekend in heaven. As hard as it is to except loss, I'm comforted in knowing that my mom was there to greet my "Uncle Dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers go out to Aunt Karen, Joe, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. Our earthly family just won't be the same without Uncle John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6912142369532535997?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6912142369532535997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=6912142369532535997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6912142369532535997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6912142369532535997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/08/going-home.html' title='Going Home...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-8570268337064716087</id><published>2007-07-26T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:01:10.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVA STARBUCKS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is my baby's second birthday! It feels like I've had her forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-8570268337064716087?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8570268337064716087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=8570268337064716087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8570268337064716087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/8570268337064716087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/07/diva-starbucks.html' title='DIVA STARBUCKS...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5049813354549572194</id><published>2007-07-11T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:01:45.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What I'm Talkin' About!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today was another big first for me. Today I was a guest on am 1290 WMCS! Cassandra McShepard hosts an afternoon talk show called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://207.126.120.28/includes/news_items/news_items_more.php?section_id=6&amp;amp;id=15"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"That's What I'm Talkin' About"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; and today I had the opportunity to share my thoughts with her for about an hour. Too Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this come about you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, while Heidi and I were in Milwaukee I made myself a new friend at the casino. After talking for a short while, I mentioned my public speaking and also my book that I am writing. It turns out that she is a producer of this radio talk show. I gave her my card so that we could keep in touch. The next thing I knew, she was calling me about participating in the show! So cool how things work out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time, and with any luck I'll get a chance to dish again with Cassandra someday... For now, it was a great life experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-5049813354549572194?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5049813354549572194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5049813354549572194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5049813354549572194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5049813354549572194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/07/thats-what-im-talkin-about.html' title='That&apos;s What I&apos;m Talkin&apos; About!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-3438834972458777427</id><published>2007-07-02T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:02:17.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's pretty startling how much a person can experience in a decade. If you had told me on this day in 1997 that in just a few short minutes life as I knew it would disappear I would never have believed you. This past decade has shaped me in ways I can't even express. Some very good things have happened in this time. Some truly horrible things as well.... Nothing on earth prepares a person for the loss of a parent. In a moment everything can change. I often wonder if my Mother would be proud of who I've become. When she last saw me, I was a completely different person. Would she enjoy my personality? Would she be proud of my accomplishments? I like to imagine that she would. However, I'm certain I've let her down now and again. I'm hardened now. Some of my softness has crumbled away. Some wounds have left deep scars. I think the hardest thing about losing a mother is that they are the one person who loves you no matter what. You can't lose a mother's devotion. Even if you try. They love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; of your broken bits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you bigger than words! I hope the fireworks are beautiful where you are. I look forward to the day when I can hug you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-3438834972458777427?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3438834972458777427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=3438834972458777427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3438834972458777427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/3438834972458777427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/07/ten-years.html' title='Ten Years...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6941277810963774091</id><published>2007-06-07T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:02:56.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This week is full of birthdays. Denver, Laur, Kim... All in a neat little row. I love each of these people in such different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching Denver grow into who he's going to be. He's such a bright enthusiastic young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Laur in a sisterly, "love you just because" kind of way. Time and space doesn't change the fact that she's still shaping my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Kim.... I can't imagine my life without her. She's been my best friend since second grade. She's my refuge when the world gets crazy. She challenges me and builds into me. she loves me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed by all three of these wondrous people. What a week to celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6941277810963774091?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6941277810963774091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=6941277810963774091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6941277810963774091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6941277810963774091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-7790182179851080938</id><published>2007-06-06T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:03:28.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Healing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's funny to me how one simple act or choice can destroy years of hard earned relationship. Someone you have trusted with your heart for decades can turn against you in a moment. Nothing on earth hurts more than having your emotional security blanket yanked out from under you. These are the things that leave scares for life and in some cases, open wounds that never heal. People heal at different paces I suppose. I know I for one am still fully damaged by the course things have taken over the last few years. So many different forms of loss and hurt... I am less forgiving than some, and more forgiving than others. I'm trying to rebuild wherever possible. I'm not as open as I used to be. I protect my heart in a crusty shell I've built for it. I measure my words. I guard my thoughts. I am slow to love. Even slower to trust. Yet that is my journey. I would never for a moment tell someone else how to feel. It would be as useless as assuming we all grieve in the same way at the same time. How foolish! Who could ever heal like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-7790182179851080938?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7790182179851080938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=7790182179851080938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7790182179851080938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/7790182179851080938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/06/art-of-healing.html' title='The Art of Healing...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6087068633375997176</id><published>2007-05-22T17:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:03:58.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Continued Blessing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Two years ago today my sister and I were gifted with a fabulous Disney vacation. Whenever I'm feeling overwhelmed or emotionally tapped, I think back to those days. That vacation was the ultimate experience in relaxation and healing for me. To the lovely couple who still wish to remain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;, thank you a million times over. I'm not sure I'd be here today if not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6087068633375997176?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6087068633375997176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=6087068633375997176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6087068633375997176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6087068633375997176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/05/continued-blessing.html' title='The Continued Blessing...'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-4382264057206655682</id><published>2007-05-18T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:04:27.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Best birthday wishes today for the sweetest big girl I know... Kisses and hugs for Maya on her day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-4382264057206655682?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4382264057206655682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=4382264057206655682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4382264057206655682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/4382264057206655682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-maya.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAYA!'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-6767101925750530534</id><published>2007-05-13T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:05:29.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/RkdaEi5M5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/VyXQ4xtUyUk/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/RkdaEi5M5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/VyXQ4xtUyUk/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-6767101925750530534?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6767101925750530534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=6767101925750530534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6767101925750530534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/6767101925750530534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/RkdaEi5M5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/VyXQ4xtUyUk/s72-c/IMG_1558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11536396.post-5758032805250659678</id><published>2007-05-12T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:07:41.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Batey Fradin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have a new nephew! My sweet friends Mike &amp;amp; Becca have a beautiful new son. He's having quite a rough start to his journey, but I'm not worried. Speaking as someone who also had a rough beginning, I can honestly say he's perfect. He's exactly who God made him to be and he couldn't ask for a more remarkable family. Please pray for this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://eyeonthebaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as he tackles some pretty intense health issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11536396-5758032805250659678?l=pixiethawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5758032805250659678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11536396&amp;postID=5758032805250659678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5758032805250659678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11536396/posts/default/5758032805250659678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiethawts.blogspot.com/2007/05/benjamin-batey-fradin.html' title='Benjamin Batey Fradin'/><author><name>PixieGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775575311106225534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkOTyIEDGpw/R5KPKuCF_UI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDAXYnmUJrU/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
