<?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-7396957836521439685</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:15:11.792-08:00</updated><category term='New'/><category term='and the Veterans: Parenting'/><category term='Moms'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Everyday Mutterings'/><category term='Mommy Edition: Young'/><title type='text'>The Life and Crisis of a Young Twentysomething</title><subtitle type='html'>MY Slice of: MUSIC  poetry  HEALTH  fitness  PARENTING  movies  BOOKS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miz Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627702055965094126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SdqZ4q8FsjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jOzLG56kRY4/S220/1_410945829l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396957836521439685.post-3430521663690592646</id><published>2010-05-09T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:58:45.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, To Be A Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";color:#993366;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;[This post is from my previous blog. And I was thinking of moving all my other posts here. i've only just remembered them, and i now have a kick at the memories of coming to write them. so, here goes. . .]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";color:#993366;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hypocrites, we all know, are the people we are so fond of throwing rocks at. We happily deem them to be the bad guys, the evil ones who burn the hottest in hell. We sometimes feel better at their expense, knowing they are always there to make us feel that we're not so bad and we are not the most pathetic persons in the world just yet. They are one of the few pick-me-uppers we use to convince ourselves that we are one of the good guys. Who can blame us? They are hypocrites afterall, the ones who condemned a God. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:#993366;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;In my own personal definition hypocrites are people who doesn't necessarily feel they are nice and perfect. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";color:#ff0000;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:#ffcc00;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Type 1: There are, of course, those who do feel they are nice and perfect. They seem to look at other people through their noses. They 'tsk-tsk' and think to themselves, "How can people live that way? Weren't they taught values, have they no morals? Why, I can never imagine why God allowed them to be created in the first place!" *sniff-sniff*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";color:#c90c14;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Type 2: Then some, which are born in the contemporary society are much less idealistic but much much more hateful. These are the ones who admit they're not perfect, hell they even like to roll on the dirt themselves on occasion (&lt;strike&gt;'occasion'-which is very loosely defined by themselves and may not necessarily be spaced generously apart&lt;/strike&gt;) and sometimes due to helplessness towards temptation. they may have screwed their lives badly ranging from trailer trash or a reformed spinster or the stubborn neurotics who also have had failed relationships like back to back episodes of a TV series marathon. And to escape the hurt caused by the magnitude of mess their lives became, they lash out at the younger generation who seems to have started a path towards where their lives already are. They mercilessly and deliberately point out every single fault of the newbies and they condemn making sure the whole world saw, heard, and remembered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";color:#ff6600;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Type 3: These people which we aptly named as the newbies above are those who screwed their lives early and are harassed by the pioneering hypocritical failures a.k.a. the Type 2s. They deliberately say that although they messed up big time, they are still not as bad as the type 2s because at least they are young which means they still have enough of life to straighten out (&lt;strike&gt;or to mess up even more&lt;/strike&gt;).and that they had morals but had just dipped into the dark side for the adventure, got burned before pulling out of it and now are paying for their mistakes. It wouldn't be so bad if they didn't also think that they're better than those who threw themselves completely to the dark side and be bad enough to fight fire with fire in order to preserve their perfect facades. They seem to believe that they are better people than the latter and that they are much more likely to be saved and be reconciled to the good graces of what the society calls a "good" person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";color:#993366;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;So, as much as I have enjoyed painting pictures of different hypocrites that live silently among us, it wouldn't be right to step back and not admit that I don't see myself a little in one of the types above (&lt;strike&gt;when actually the definitions are obviously in line with my own life&lt;/strike&gt;). And it would absolutely promote me to the type 1 of the above definitions. Okay, I admit I'm a hypocrite at times and I've regretted having to use others in times when i hit rock bottom. It's a silently addictive habit to look at people through the nose but the fact remains that whatever dirt we find in them does nothing to erase those that have clung to ourselves. My life won't get better by identifying the flaws of others'. So I'm hoping I'm right when I think I'm not in too deep yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";color:#993366;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; Ah, to be a hypocrite is both a delicious and deadly sin; but it damn better be deadly if I'm going to sin at all. Also it is like revoking one's sight, invite and nurse bitterness and to throw away the possibility of being saved.&lt;/b&gt;&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/7396957836521439685-3430521663690592646?l=teenmomtricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3430521663690592646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2010/05/ah-to-be-hypocrite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/3430521663690592646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/3430521663690592646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2010/05/ah-to-be-hypocrite.html' title='Ah, To Be A Hypocrite'/><author><name>Miz Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627702055965094126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SdqZ4q8FsjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jOzLG56kRY4/S220/1_410945829l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396957836521439685.post-2519026172151867810</id><published>2009-05-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:31:29.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRIES OF A SHY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;for fifteen years i struggled with myself, to be better, to not hate the words i have written when i read them and to not condemn myself for being all i can be. i always believed that if i could somehow be better than myself i would be very happy. i marvel and envy those people who had lovely voices on ink and paper. some deep, serious and deeply moving; others light and compelling but no less in ingenuity than the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have longed to be like them the poets and novelists, to have literature in the palm of my hand like a fairy that wields her magic wand!&lt;br /&gt;but i am only me and what i am not i cannot be. i am one of those who believes these gifted People (writers) were born and not made, and to discover myself a mediocrity of the craft, i can only lie awake at night wishing i could be more.&lt;br /&gt;reading this you may realize i am a lost and confused voice. without origin nor destination i am like an awful song you cannot decide whether classical, jazz or country music. i only have this bits and pieces of words, phrases and sentences that can only be appreciated on their own and not as a part of something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so will i continue to try too hard to be something i'm not in the hopes that someday i might finally echo those voices i have always extolled? maybe i will always do so even if i live in a lie, because to mirror those wonderful voices i have had to guard my heart and sentiments to not reveal my human tendencies and instead speak silently on behalf of a person who is supposed to be me, yet one i don't really know at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then maybe i cannot find my own voice because i am not being completely honest with myself, afraid to say my piece with simple honesty, and be vulnerable, and then face its consequences. is it also possible that with a little faith as well as courage i will find what i'm looking for? for cowards like me, we may never know.&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/7396957836521439685-2519026172151867810?l=teenmomtricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2519026172151867810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-shyness-vulnerability.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/2519026172151867810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/2519026172151867810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-shyness-vulnerability.html' title='CRIES OF A SHY HEART'/><author><name>Miz Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627702055965094126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SdqZ4q8FsjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jOzLG56kRY4/S220/1_410945829l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396957836521439685.post-8275482744581818631</id><published>2009-05-06T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:16:15.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Edition: Young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and the Veterans: Parenting'/><title type='text'>The Expecting MOMMY:  A Little Help With the Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Hey everyone, this is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRIBUTE POST to all the new mommies-to-be&lt;/span&gt; in observance to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her's Day&lt;/span&gt; this coming weekend (May 10th). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SgY4PaT1tlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4nuM8C65mZA/s1600-h/blg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SgY4PaT1tlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4nuM8C65mZA/s200/blg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334012646078658130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Bieng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;my is not all glowing radiance, believe me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It also encompasses having to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;deal with body im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;age, especially for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;YOUNG moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; who have always had that petite figure and then suddenly your bulging here and there or that defining curve gets a bit obscured week after week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Weight GAIN&lt;/span&gt;: if you started out with your normal weight (ideal weight according to height and age) you should &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gain 25-35lbs over the nine months&lt;/span&gt; of pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But to have a sound estimation use the tool found here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.babycenter.com/pregnancy-weight-gain-estimator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Skin Changes&lt;/span&gt;: the most alarming here is the possibility of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STRETCH marks&lt;/span&gt;. Where stretch marks are concerned, it is more of PREVENTION rather than Cure because once their there they won't go away. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;After every shower or half bath always apply lotion to your belly, some on your boobs and buttocks if you like. What worked for me though (and I really proved it works) is LANDER COCOA BUTTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Another is breakouts. It's normal if you suddenly have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pimples it's a hormonal&lt;/span&gt; thing and it will go away after giving birth and your hormones are steady. J&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ust wash your face daily and when scratched put some topical antibiotics. I used bacitracin ointment and Cetaphil facial wash because they are so gentle so they don't stimulate oil production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Diet&lt;/span&gt;: One should not try to eat less food or overindulge just because you think you should gain weight. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;WATCH OUT for sweets and rice, instead eat GRAINS or wheat&lt;/span&gt;. The key to this is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eating small meals (enough that y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SgY4yrH_ZII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_EgByIqCoAA/s1600-h/1_830036461l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SgY4yrH_ZII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_EgByIqCoAA/s200/1_830036461l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334013251887785090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ou're not hungry anymore) every four hours&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;If you still feel like eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;munch on water based fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; (NOT Mangoes because they are high on sugar) like WATERmelons.&lt;/span&gt; or CHew a sugar FRee GUm to get rid of the urge to eat something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt;: I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;t is a MUST to do activities like walking or keeping busy at home. It makes the labor much easie&lt;/span&gt;r and keeps your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blood circulating so your baby gets more nutrients from you&lt;/span&gt;. Avoid being sedentary like lying all day in bed or just sitting on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Development&lt;/span&gt;: IT IS TRUE what they say about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reading to your unborn child&lt;/span&gt;! So read to it, any kind of book or even a magazine. ALSO, I've proven that it's also true that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;CLASSICAL music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; does wonders to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;your child's brain development &lt;/span&gt;- while in the womb and after birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;After Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You may feel like your tummy is gelly-like, I suggest wearing a soft comfortable binder constantly to help the muscles from sagging and to facilitate hold it in place while it works it's way to being firm again&lt;/span&gt;. Also do a few exercises in strengthening those muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Also wear a nursing bra all the time to prevent breasts from sagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Gosh, I can tell you a million more things but I wont be able to fit them all in one post. So to all mommies to be, and the nth time moms alike HAPPY MOM's DAY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396957836521439685-8275482744581818631?l=teenmomtricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8275482744581818631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/expecting-mommy-little-help-with-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/8275482744581818631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/8275482744581818631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/expecting-mommy-little-help-with-basics.html' title='The Expecting MOMMY:  A Little Help With the Basics'/><author><name>Miz Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627702055965094126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SdqZ4q8FsjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jOzLG56kRY4/S220/1_410945829l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SgY4PaT1tlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4nuM8C65mZA/s72-c/blg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396957836521439685.post-5967531674236642000</id><published>2009-05-03T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:28:50.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something happened to my blog..a virus of some sort that wiped out all my posts..i was able to recover the first two through google cache. but i'm much too busy to update it. maybe i'll do it tonight though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;EDIT: 05/03/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh my GOd! I just found out today how my blog posts vanished into thin air! Last night I didn't sign out from blogger and my brother thought it was "FUN" to tweak my blog and give me a surprise the next day. DUH! He ended up losing my posts and back ups! UN-believable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;there wasn't any virus like I was led to believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thinking about rewriting those posts makes me just crawl under the covers and snooze my butt off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396957836521439685-5967531674236642000?l=teenmomtricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5967531674236642000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/5967531674236642000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/5967531674236642000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-news.html' title='BAD NEWS'/><author><name>Miz Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627702055965094126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SdqZ4q8FsjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jOzLG56kRY4/S220/1_410945829l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396957836521439685.post-5045096053491682837</id><published>2009-05-03T02:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:12:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did I Get Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So this is &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;, huh? There isn't really anything to it, everything's just fabulous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Who am i? I'm a classic BRAT, was born the only daughter with two brothers. I'm loved and pampered and given the things I wanted. I took everything for granted EXCEPT my material &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;things. I often found &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;life&lt;/b&gt; boring when in grade school, I could never write anything tragic, tearful or &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;life&lt;/b&gt; changing in my essays. My family is perfect, my childhood - a fairytale. I was never a&lt;/span&gt; snob, though. I love people and I blend in with every kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Please, somebody help me. I'm so confused, help me please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm a very curious girl and so at an early age I discovered BOYS. And with it began my journey to the other side of the world. I was clever when it came to games and ended as the one playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;them. I also got to taste&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- right, wrong, &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;young&lt;/b&gt; love or true, it didn't matter which it was; all I know is that it had ALL the ingredients found in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;FairyTales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; I was treated like a princess, pined, cried and fought over, needed, wanted, and loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yet all good things come to an end. That so-called prince turned into a possessive dead weight that robbed me of my youth, my potential achievements, my social growth and the &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;life&lt;/b&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;COULD have Been. I was so naive with no wisdom to guide me and fell to his guilt traps. Should I stay or should I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How did I get here? My &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;life&lt;/b&gt; should have been different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Five years of emotional blackmail, ridiculous little pointless sacrifices and a back-and-forth dance of indecision later I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; gathered enough wits to end the nightmare and freed myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;from the selfish obsessing frog who has now become the father of my child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes I'm a &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;young&lt;/b&gt; mom whose ambitions, passion and drive has been awakened by the cries of a little boy. Never have I ever been moved so deep in my soul that I may have the boldness to say I am a better person because of my storms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7396957836521439685-5045096053491682837?l=teenmomtricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5045096053491682837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-did-i-get-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/5045096053491682837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/5045096053491682837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-did-i-get-here.html' title='How Did I Get Here?'/><author><name>Miz Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627702055965094126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SdqZ4q8FsjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jOzLG56kRY4/S220/1_410945829l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396957836521439685.post-5632481881221852444</id><published>2009-05-03T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:12:15.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Mutterings'/><title type='text'>INNOCENT OR GUILTY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RULE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RULE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(So people reading this, if you want an explanation.. comment.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Danced on a table in a bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can't have back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUINNOCENT: I'm a bit confused with this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Slept in until 5 PM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER GUILTY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Held a snake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Been suspended from school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT; Worked at a call center? GUILTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Stolen from a store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Done something you regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY! GUILTY GUILTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY (clothes were wet in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Slept naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Made your boyfriend/girlfriend cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Been in a band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY: for 3 days only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Eaten cheesecake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY. yum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can't walk afterwards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Joined a pageant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY: does a school health pageant in kindergarten count??? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Had communication w/ your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Dating Someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY.. slept through half of the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Get totally angry that you cried so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY AS HELL.&lt;br /&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/7396957836521439685-5632481881221852444?l=teenmomtricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5632481881221852444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/innocent-or-guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/5632481881221852444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396957836521439685/posts/default/5632481881221852444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmomtricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/innocent-or-guilty.html' title='INNOCENT OR GUILTY?'/><author><name>Miz Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627702055965094126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reQr-KYi7CY/SdqZ4q8FsjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jOzLG56kRY4/S220/1_410945829l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
