<?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-1736249337386046676</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:53:49.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Laine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bpez1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736249337386046676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpez1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bpez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796306966485735391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWNOY_81S78/ScxHRg_tRbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nxbviwV2POA/S220/103_3885.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736249337386046676.post-2319343528688877545</id><published>2009-04-22T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:17:04.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I have a ton of plans for my summer. My plans include but are not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending a ton of time with my best friend Jenna! Oh, how I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spending time with my wonderful and amazing boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;3. WORKING!!!!! I am going to be working several different places.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am going to be reading several books.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hope to go on a couple of vacations.&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe make it to PA. I am feeling homesick again.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hopefully get to talk to my roomate at some point so she can tell me how wonderful Spain is!&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to a few concerts.&lt;br /&gt;9. Build a barn!&lt;br /&gt;10. Take summer classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have all of these plans, but I still have a problem. I am not certain about many of these things. I do know that some of these things will get accomplished including 1, 2, and 8. It is really starting to stress me out! I feel like I have planned, yet I feel like I have no idea which direction my summer will take me. I am kind of excited, and kind of nervous. I guess this is what life feels like. I hope there are suprises along the way!!! As far as number 6 on my list goes. I don't know if it is possible to feel homesick for a place that has never been your home, but for some reason I feel deeply connected to that state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736249337386046676-2319343528688877545?l=bpez1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bpez1.blogspot.com/feeds/2319343528688877545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736249337386046676&amp;postID=2319343528688877545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736249337386046676/posts/default/2319343528688877545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736249337386046676/posts/default/2319343528688877545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpez1.blogspot.com/2009/04/right-now-i-have-ton-of-plans-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bpez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796306966485735391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWNOY_81S78/ScxHRg_tRbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nxbviwV2POA/S220/103_3885.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736249337386046676.post-1700738239758724535</id><published>2008-04-04T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:14:22.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Tree Hill is one of my favorite shows on the planet, and during one of the shows Luke says something about the strangers in photos that you have taken. Well, what does it mean when several years down the road one of those strangers turns out to be the person you share everything with? I was introduced to my boyfriend on my 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. However, while we were looking through photos one day, I came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; one of me at age 8 right after a pedal tractor pull. Around me were all of the other participants. My boyfriend looked over saying, "I was in a pedal tractor pull once." At that moment we both realized that we were standing right next to each other when the picture was taken. Sometimes I am amazed at the way the world works. I still have no idea what this could mean, but I like to think that it is some kind of clue that we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sole mates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736249337386046676-1700738239758724535?l=bpez1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bpez1.blogspot.com/feeds/1700738239758724535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736249337386046676&amp;postID=1700738239758724535' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736249337386046676/posts/default/1700738239758724535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736249337386046676/posts/default/1700738239758724535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpez1.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-tree-hill-is-one-of-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>bpez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796306966485735391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWNOY_81S78/ScxHRg_tRbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nxbviwV2POA/S220/103_3885.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
