<?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-1002373187040105367</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:03:09.354-08:00</updated><category term='married'/><category term='children'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='no'/><category term='critical'/><title type='text'>honestea</title><subtitle type='html'>honestea : n. telling your friends the truth while drinking tea</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>honesteagurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05898696252342012510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwIFZgc_-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WwOzl3pOpto/S220/2152475-xs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002373187040105367.post-6882581760150419006</id><published>2011-01-07T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:13:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>titleless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our Lord can speak to us in so many&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recently for me it was at Hallmark.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking for a husbend card, there was this one that just hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can totally remember standing there, not aware of time or those around me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just staring at the words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fighting tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i kept coming back to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was the last part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it talked about getting married and merging together your and his stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then the part that hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that it's no longer 'my' way or 'your' way; that we are learning OUR way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:sigh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a year and a half of 'my' way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am now purposing to learn OUR way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*i did indeed buy the card after the 3rd time i went to 'visit' it. i gave it to the husbend on christmas, with a note inside sharing how sorry i was that i just now got this and my desire to learn OUR way from here on out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1002373187040105367-6882581760150419006?l=honesteagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6882581760150419006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/titleless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/6882581760150419006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/6882581760150419006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/titleless.html' title='titleless'/><author><name>honesteagurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05898696252342012510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwIFZgc_-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WwOzl3pOpto/S220/2152475-xs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002373187040105367.post-8194904417864552161</id><published>2010-08-14T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:16:04.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>titleless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;so.... as i laid down to nap, i was talking to our Lord and i said that perhaps i am finally coming in line with your will in us not having kiddos yet/right now (read: not yet with child). that you have shown me so much in regards to being a wife and there are such paraells to being a wife and a mother and i really need to get a grip on the wife thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;and it would seem that you are giving me that time to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i will never be 'ready' for children. i am most overwhelmed by the responsbility of motherhood/parenthood. sometimes i wonder if maybe we will never have kiddos. and if that's your will, i think i trust it [although i wonder if i'm coming from faulty thinking on that one]. thing is, until i die i can have a kid so...it's always a possiblity espeically with you being the giver of life.. therefore i will never really know if we are to never have kids. and i think that shows your wisdom... in ways i don't even fully know or can express. to keep on now, in this moment, this season with what i do have. to not waste the wait. to not wish away this season. to not see this season as being in limbo or a 'wait'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;i wanted to be married for so long. you gave me the desire of my heart. and here i am already 'on to the next thing' ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;i am aware yet again of our enemy's tactic, to get us to look at the 'one thing' we do not have and then to focus on and bemoan the lack of said thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;ENOUGH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;this stops now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1002373187040105367-8194904417864552161?l=honesteagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8194904417864552161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2010/08/titleless_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/8194904417864552161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/8194904417864552161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2010/08/titleless_14.html' title='titleless'/><author><name>honesteagurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05898696252342012510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwIFZgc_-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WwOzl3pOpto/S220/2152475-xs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002373187040105367.post-7211352082561432912</id><published>2010-01-08T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:34:27.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critical'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm so critical.&lt;br /&gt;i purposed my whole life to NEVER be this way. &lt;br /&gt;that i would never be 'that' wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart is breaking with failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i feel out of control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so very saddened by this realization.&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/1002373187040105367-7211352082561432912?l=honesteagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7211352082561432912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/7211352082561432912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/7211352082561432912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>honesteagurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05898696252342012510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwIFZgc_-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WwOzl3pOpto/S220/2152475-xs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002373187040105367.post-1670807461132315937</id><published>2009-11-29T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:27:57.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>preconceived notions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI4DOpfVeI/AAAAAAAAABk/zqHOSpwysSY/s1600/EX10-7286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI4DOpfVeI/AAAAAAAAABk/zqHOSpwysSY/s200/EX10-7286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;for years i've watched others (what seemed like 'everyone else') get&amp;nbsp;engaged/married/pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;watched their facial expressions, tones, gestures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;there was this&amp;nbsp;tangible&amp;nbsp;thing there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI6xJ-ihEI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4mJM1SZABE/s1600/images+(16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI6xJ-ihEI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4mJM1SZABE/s200/images+(16).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i always wondered what it was like, to get engaged,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;to be up at that altar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;or in the get away car after leaving the&amp;nbsp;reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the first night together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the first social outings where your the new bride and it's all exciting and new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxJAOd_JYoI/AAAAAAAAACs/CRz8IaMf9to/s1600/images+(25).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxJAOd_JYoI/AAAAAAAAACs/CRz8IaMf9to/s320/images+(25).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;well, i was recently the new bride at a social gathering of old friends and i had a moment of,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;'wow.' &amp;nbsp;'that's never going to be me.' &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI7E8-G_sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s5bP49IHyEQ/s1600/images+(17).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI7E8-G_sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s5bP49IHyEQ/s200/images+(17).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i didn't&amp;nbsp;anticipate&amp;nbsp;these growing pains(?) adjustment struggles(?) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and i think i feel a (lot) bit &amp;nbsp;of a sense of failure that i'm not that 'ideal'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; (blissful,&amp;nbsp;ecstatic, confident,&amp;nbsp;seamlessly&amp;nbsp;fitting into the new role of 'wife')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;new bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI_16NNx1I/AAAAAAAAACc/4vfGRBX1EAY/s1600/images+(31).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI_16NNx1I/AAAAAAAAACc/4vfGRBX1EAY/s320/images+(31).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i'm the bride that now looks at others and wonders if they too are struggling like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If, perhaps, i'm not alone in feeling like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxJAFiCAO2I/AAAAAAAAACk/D-V7ZMANC7M/s1600/images+(18).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxJAFiCAO2I/AAAAAAAAACk/D-V7ZMANC7M/s320/images+(18).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i'm happy for those brides i have admired afar for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that's just not me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;at least not yet..&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/1002373187040105367-1670807461132315937?l=honesteagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1670807461132315937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/preconceived.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/1670807461132315937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/1670807461132315937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/preconceived.html' title='preconceived notions'/><author><name>honesteagurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05898696252342012510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwIFZgc_-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WwOzl3pOpto/S220/2152475-xs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SxI4DOpfVeI/AAAAAAAAABk/zqHOSpwysSY/s72-c/EX10-7286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002373187040105367.post-6144676861126320966</id><published>2009-11-18T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:57:27.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>then (one) &amp; now (two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwRqcxgv_EI/AAAAAAAAABM/Um6l2cK29P0/s1600/HJ7702-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwRqcxgv_EI/AAAAAAAAABM/Um6l2cK29P0/s320/HJ7702-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so in my recently former singleton days. myself and a fellow singleton girlfriend of mine would often lament about how sick and tired we were of having to do this all on our own. it's so much pressure and work. to be solely dependent on yourself for all income, housing and all bill paying. i can remember working 7 days a week and i eventually did crash under the weight of it all. the thought of-for the foreseeable future- having to be&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;dependent on myself for everything, would cut me off at the knees. literally took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about a month ago i texted my (no longer 'fellow') singleton friend and referenced thee above subject matter and then preceeded to share with her what had just dawned on me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;getting married hasn't allevited that pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i find that now i am responsible for TWO people! my bad days don't just effect me anymore. in fact i can't really afford or get away with bad-sulky-shut the world out- days. money/bills/jobs now afffect TWO people. there is a&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;i feel towards my new husband. and lately i have been stumbling under the weight of &lt;i&gt;this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;responsibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of adjusting taking place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002373187040105367-6144676861126320966?l=honesteagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6144676861126320966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-one-now-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/6144676861126320966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/6144676861126320966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-one-now-two.html' title='then (one) &amp; now (two)'/><author><name>honesteagurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05898696252342012510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwIFZgc_-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WwOzl3pOpto/S220/2152475-xs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwRqcxgv_EI/AAAAAAAAABM/Um6l2cK29P0/s72-c/HJ7702-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002373187040105367.post-3796916766247355548</id><published>2009-11-17T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:29:39.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i already had all i needed in and through Christ.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;before marriage.&lt;/i&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/1002373187040105367-3796916766247355548?l=honesteagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3796916766247355548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-already-had-all-i-needed-in-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/3796916766247355548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002373187040105367/posts/default/3796916766247355548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honesteagurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-already-had-all-i-needed-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>honesteagurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05898696252342012510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAirHR2adVY/SwIFZgc_-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WwOzl3pOpto/S220/2152475-xs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002373187040105367.post-732015533873329569</id><published>2009-11-16T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:51:38.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married'/><title type='text'>married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; 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