<?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-3663168182059590798</id><updated>2012-01-29T14:56:37.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Place.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4977034239378607382</id><published>2012-01-28T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T09:41:47.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After beginning the nutrition unit in the culinary class I interpret for, I have truly been inspired to get my act together in the food department. I'm not doing anything super crazy but I've vowed to increase my fruit and veggie intake. After starting this journey I tried to think back to the last time that I consumed a fruit and couldn't even remember. That is scary. I'm an adult so I should eat things that are healthy even if they are less than delicious. (icky!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So to get this thing rollin I discovery a "Monster smoothie" and have had it for the past 3 days for breakfast. It's not too shabby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702736439596376914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1A3qzIUEb4/TyQwk9HRY1I/AAAAAAAABKs/f_x-0KQSmLg/s400/untitled5.bmp" /&gt;(words cannot describe this green in drink form so I had to take a picture!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contents: Frozen banana, peanut butter, Greek yogurt, milk and spinach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the first one I played with the recipe and added strawberries and left out the yogurt. I had several more veggies that night at Sweet Tomato's and yesterday oppted for the veggie pizza instead of just cheese. I want to make the little changes so that I can work my way into optimum health. It's always been important to me but now I'm taking charge of what I'm subjecting my body to, it's way over due but never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702736433069957890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBnomD8pmDE/TyQwkkzQIwI/AAAAAAAABKg/ctHMmMajvAE/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;This "adult" is taking the plunge into healthy eating (or drinking) habits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4977034239378607382?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4977034239378607382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4977034239378607382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4977034239378607382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4977034239378607382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-3.html' title='Day 3.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1A3qzIUEb4/TyQwk9HRY1I/AAAAAAAABKs/f_x-0KQSmLg/s72-c/untitled5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-1077814414228488870</id><published>2012-01-23T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:39:16.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My heart will always be broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm gonna be OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God answers my prayers in different ways and when I need it most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFLD8y6SkzY/Tx4J0WJdlAI/AAAAAAAABKU/JezdyFLxcI8/s1600/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFLD8y6SkzY/Tx4J0WJdlAI/AAAAAAAABKU/JezdyFLxcI8/s400/hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701004973200741378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My mind has been very busy but these are the thoughts that I rest on when it's clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFLD8y6SkzY/Tx4J0WJdlAI/AAAAAAAABKU/JezdyFLxcI8/s1600/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-1077814414228488870?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1077814414228488870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=1077814414228488870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1077814414228488870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1077814414228488870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-hardest-thing-and-right-thing.html' title='&quot;sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFLD8y6SkzY/Tx4J0WJdlAI/AAAAAAAABKU/JezdyFLxcI8/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2997728175543493011</id><published>2011-12-23T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T07:50:34.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my place, my current residence, my dwelling, my layer, my crib.</title><content type='html'>Things I love about my apartment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good 80% of our kitchen is PINK = dream come true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to cook/make meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love having my very own bathroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my spacious walk-in closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our apartment complex is very calm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I always see neighbors walking their cute dogs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The apartment office smells really good and we like mostly everyone we've talked to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am excited to decorate my room and bathroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that we have a goodwill, 31 flavors, ross, blockbuster, taco bell and many other favorite places within walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I/we make the rules.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because of the last statement there is no rule about me not having a cat. In fact, Taylor highly endorses this thought. Just a matter of timing and saving to bring this dream to fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my job. Which doesn't actually have to do with the apartment per-say, but I love going from here to my new job and although break is good I'm looking forward to getting back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Things I do not like about my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Taylor's not here there is no one to play with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our windows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't get to see my family everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd say, aside from a few bummers about this whole deal, it's pretty sweet!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3VuAXfDdos/TvSiMmvA9UI/AAAAAAAABJ8/q1nFeZk89SM/s1600/Dec%2B23%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3VuAXfDdos/TvSiMmvA9UI/AAAAAAAABJ8/q1nFeZk89SM/s400/Dec%2B23%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689350566715651394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day we signed the paper work! The place is still a little messy but I'm sure there will be pictures to share soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-2997728175543493011?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2997728175543493011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2997728175543493011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2997728175543493011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2997728175543493011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-place-my-current-residence-my.html' title='my place, my current residence, my dwelling, my layer, my crib.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3VuAXfDdos/TvSiMmvA9UI/AAAAAAAABJ8/q1nFeZk89SM/s72-c/Dec%2B23%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5002234114919463069</id><published>2011-12-08T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:08:49.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion King.</title><content type='html'>Ah the things you can learn from a classic Disney movie! We watched this as a family over thanksgiving and it's been in my mind ever since. I think this scene teaches so much of what we need to know about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683987546144031922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50vW03VCpVQ/TuGUjuOoxLI/AAAAAAAABJw/0Uc0f_pkWv0/s400/Rafiki-and-Simba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: I know what I have to do. But going back will mean facing my past. I've been running from it for so long. [Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: Ow! Jeez, what was that for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0347039/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rafiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: It doesn't matter. It's in the past. [laughs] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: Yeah, but it still hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0347039/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rafiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it. &lt;/strong&gt;[swings his stick at Simba again who ducks out of the way] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0347039/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rafiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: Ha. You see? So what are you going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: First, I'm gonna take your stick. [Simba snatches Rafiki's stick and throws it and Rafiki runs to grab it] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0347039/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rafiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: No,no, not the stick! Hey, where you going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: I'm going back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0347039/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rafiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;: Good! Go on! Get out of here! [Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-5002234114919463069?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5002234114919463069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5002234114919463069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5002234114919463069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5002234114919463069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/12/lion-king.html' title='The Lion King.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50vW03VCpVQ/TuGUjuOoxLI/AAAAAAAABJw/0Uc0f_pkWv0/s72-c/Rafiki-and-Simba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8671896731799637355</id><published>2011-11-29T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:30:04.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change. In 3 words.</title><content type='html'>Apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Job.&lt;br /&gt;Attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always hated change. Routines and knowing what to expect in life and in different situations is more my style. BUT I'm really looking forward to these things. It's about time I shake things up and I'm happy for these blessings in my life and the opportunity to pursue them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8671896731799637355?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8671896731799637355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8671896731799637355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8671896731799637355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8671896731799637355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/11/change-in-3-words.html' title='change. In 3 words.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6440625163570608255</id><published>2011-11-16T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:50:33.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all I am going to say on the subject is this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't the wedding that I was devastated about not having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was not getting the after part that I was looking forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Osi-dt0F5Gw/TsQDZ0TJBjI/AAAAAAAABJk/wCXUbt0s73Y/s1600/not%2Bso%2Bmuch%2Babout%2Banything%2Bbut%2Bthis....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675665172464207410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Osi-dt0F5Gw/TsQDZ0TJBjI/AAAAAAAABJk/wCXUbt0s73Y/s400/not%2Bso%2Bmuch%2Babout%2Banything%2Bbut%2Bthis....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why things happen the way they do sometimes but I can attest that going through hard things makes us stronger. Maybe God felt like my heart muscles were getting a little weak and that they needed an intense work out so I could see the potential in myself. To learn things I would not have other wise. To take self inventory and see where I often fall short. To really understand what it is to love anohter. I still don't know. But I do know that it's time to stop being sad,bitter,hurt,confused,angry,lost,alone and all that other non sense. It's time for me to get up off my knees, say amen and actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; His work. It's time for me to be positive and change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-6440625163570608255?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6440625163570608255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6440625163570608255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6440625163570608255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6440625163570608255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-am-going-to-say-on-subject-is.html' title='all I am going to say on the subject is this...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Osi-dt0F5Gw/TsQDZ0TJBjI/AAAAAAAABJk/wCXUbt0s73Y/s72-c/not%2Bso%2Bmuch%2Babout%2Banything%2Bbut%2Bthis....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6615445870279932405</id><published>2011-10-03T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:51:19.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine."</title><content type='html'>T Swift. She can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=fvwp&amp;amp;v=asOQolzLCU0&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=fvwp&amp;amp;v=asOQolzLCU0&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-6615445870279932405?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6615445870279932405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6615445870279932405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6615445870279932405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6615445870279932405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-you-worry-your-pretty-little-mind.html' title='&quot;don&apos;t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine.&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6820239374300083204</id><published>2011-09-23T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T17:47:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya-UPP4M3nk/Tn0nZ5q4U6I/AAAAAAAABIU/d5ylGL86Iiw/s1600/230418881_RiUMmQJX_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655720032978097058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya-UPP4M3nk/Tn0nZ5q4U6I/AAAAAAAABIU/d5ylGL86Iiw/s400/230418881_RiUMmQJX_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not gonna lie I've been struggling lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know who I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sometimes I let people or things shake my sense of self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this and kinda went "DUH".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually those thoughts come after the doubts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because ultimately I'm a good person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what anyone else thinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--516HIK_HLs/Tn0naNTiQ2I/AAAAAAAABIc/bc6pIISd0Q4/s1600/230428550_r1n5G3Bd_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655720038248891234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--516HIK_HLs/Tn0naNTiQ2I/AAAAAAAABIc/bc6pIISd0Q4/s400/230428550_r1n5G3Bd_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting old stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something like this would help ease the aging process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3663168182059590798-6820239374300083204?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6820239374300083204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6820239374300083204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6820239374300083204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6820239374300083204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/09/23.html' title='23.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya-UPP4M3nk/Tn0nZ5q4U6I/AAAAAAAABIU/d5ylGL86Iiw/s72-c/230418881_RiUMmQJX_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8649207260876924337</id><published>2011-08-20T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:31:12.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4oIgF6vtlQ/TlBOidOPPcI/AAAAAAAABIE/RmW-oy5tNQE/s1600/house-rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643096686962097602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4oIgF6vtlQ/TlBOidOPPcI/AAAAAAAABIE/RmW-oy5tNQE/s320/house-rules.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this. (Except maybe the last one.)&lt;br /&gt;I'd love something like this for my tiny apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want so badly to be a wonderful wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a wonderful cook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a wonderful house cleaner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a wonderful communicater,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a wonderful...everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just overwhelming to not be&lt;br /&gt;everything that I want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643095313196309986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meLThT30L4A/TlBNSfi83eI/AAAAAAAABH0/FmCEXHA2TK8/s320/01.jpg" /&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/3663168182059590798-8649207260876924337?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8649207260876924337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8649207260876924337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8649207260876924337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8649207260876924337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/08/yea.html' title='yea...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4oIgF6vtlQ/TlBOidOPPcI/AAAAAAAABIE/RmW-oy5tNQE/s72-c/house-rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5021186337396662855</id><published>2011-07-20T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:27:10.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a weird place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why do I care so much about people who I have nothing to do with anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it really caring? Maybe I'm more of a freak than I even realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting to that place in wedding planning that everyone talks about. I need my paully to make things fun again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I changed my blog colors to wedding colors after I got engaged. aww. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to eat/bake/experiment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am overwhelmed with life. maybe that's one reason why I eat so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631610479862908114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_gSR70lgDM/Tid_5NWYhNI/AAAAAAAABG0/Qc4bZfnb48Y/s400/july%2B20%2B008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh and I got a bulls eye at girls camp. No big, I'm just good like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-5021186337396662855?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5021186337396662855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5021186337396662855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5021186337396662855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5021186337396662855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/07/weird-place.html' title='a weird place.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_gSR70lgDM/Tid_5NWYhNI/AAAAAAAABG0/Qc4bZfnb48Y/s72-c/july%2B20%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2619227429671156293</id><published>2011-06-20T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:23:47.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He live to comfort me when faint, he lives to hear my soul's complaint"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was sitting here after making 3 substantial payments on my credit card and reality hit. The thought entered my mind that in the years since I've had my credit card this would be the first time that I would have to just make the minimum payment instead of paying it off like I do every month. It didn't come in a angry/panic/freaking out way that I thought it would, I just felt sad. Sadness that I am now an adult, and that this is the kind of things that adults deal with. I was just sitting trying to let it all soak in. Then a song came on my "piano" pandora radio station. He lives. And a different feeling filled my chest. I know my Savior lives and he watches out for me. It may be silly and insignificant to most to even hear about this sad experience I had but for my Savior, my older brother, that has felt every sorrow I've ever felt and have yet to feel, He knew that in this moment I need to know that He was there. I am so thankful for His hand in my life. I've been trying to notice it alot more lately because I've always knew it was there and need to acknowledge it. Paul and I recently discussed how every heartache and every period of time in our separate lives that we just wanted to give up or avoid, lead us to each other and the joy we are experiencing now. We know that this is only because we relied on Him even when it was tough. I am at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620461959584286738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1_nMxl87pY/Tf_kX66eCBI/AAAAAAAABF8/4dfbdzP6GQI/s400/Wounds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/3663168182059590798-2619227429671156293?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2619227429671156293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2619227429671156293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2619227429671156293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2619227429671156293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-live-to-comfort-me-when-faint-he.html' title='&quot;He live to comfort me when faint, he lives to hear my soul&apos;s complaint&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1_nMxl87pY/Tf_kX66eCBI/AAAAAAAABF8/4dfbdzP6GQI/s72-c/Wounds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7163105683094746324</id><published>2011-05-30T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T08:45:57.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my hands say it better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sInDLgMREPI/TeO5DKRLAjI/AAAAAAAABEY/8bSgCzWPl-k/s1600/hands%2Bsay%2Bit%2Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612533024580895282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sInDLgMREPI/TeO5DKRLAjI/AAAAAAAABEY/8bSgCzWPl-k/s400/hands%2Bsay%2Bit%2Ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was goood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phil and I took a mini road trip,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which always makes us happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a picnic and laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and were together, another happy factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the drive home we had a memorial day inspired conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talked about honor, sacrifice, selflessness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how those things are almost dead in our generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These days it's all about getting ahead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting more money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having more things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doing what &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; want for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might not go fight in a war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give our lives for our country &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the things we believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we will live our lives the best we can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sacrificing for each other and our families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will do the things that are required of us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living everyday and living well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can still change our world a little at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course striving to live worthy of the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who gave the ultimate sacrifice for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy thoughts. Good times. My guy is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3663168182059590798-7163105683094746324?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7163105683094746324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7163105683094746324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7163105683094746324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7163105683094746324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-hands-say-it-better.html' title='my hands say it better...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sInDLgMREPI/TeO5DKRLAjI/AAAAAAAABEY/8bSgCzWPl-k/s72-c/hands%2Bsay%2Bit%2Ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4537018167510278146</id><published>2011-05-26T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:22:57.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>want-y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxfkGI60ljc/Td8QMIr2V3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/_K1GqbQ5tbo/s1600/3ne3k23l75T55U35X6b5m0c768af4b0a6155b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611221461402802034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxfkGI60ljc/Td8QMIr2V3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/_K1GqbQ5tbo/s400/3ne3k23l75T55U35X6b5m0c768af4b0a6155b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want this...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oeBgVqsorA/Td8QLlYOG_I/AAAAAAAABEI/JL4MbSL2yqE/s1600/fabric-flower-garland-string.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611221451925232626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oeBgVqsorA/Td8QLlYOG_I/AAAAAAAABEI/JL4MbSL2yqE/s400/fabric-flower-garland-string.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVBXgdtXrBE/Td8QLQZ_kxI/AAAAAAAABEA/zO9CoRoNriM/s1600/march%2B5%2B333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611221446295524114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVBXgdtXrBE/Td8QLQZ_kxI/AAAAAAAABEA/zO9CoRoNriM/s400/march%2B5%2B333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want, want, I'm so selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4537018167510278146?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4537018167510278146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4537018167510278146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4537018167510278146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4537018167510278146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/05/want-y.html' title='want-y'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxfkGI60ljc/Td8QMIr2V3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/_K1GqbQ5tbo/s72-c/3ne3k23l75T55U35X6b5m0c768af4b0a6155b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-608975665402032426</id><published>2011-05-08T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:42:43.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random graduation thoughts from my bedroom floor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qz6NGgsAm0/TcbVOhdwKSI/AAAAAAAABD4/DuWshEGTMdQ/s1600/New%2Bpictures%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604401231787206946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qz6NGgsAm0/TcbVOhdwKSI/AAAAAAAABD4/DuWshEGTMdQ/s400/New%2Bpictures%2B034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laying there on my bedroom floor, realizing that the scene that surrounded me was similar to what it was 4 years ago. My room is filthy. When I graduated from high school my room was filthy plus, from the help of my messy sister. Now it's just my mess but I still won't get around to cleaning it before tomorrow. So I'm laying on my floor looking up at my beautiful pink, now dry cleaned, dress for tomorrow and actually got a little sad. I imagined the "after party" with the friends I've made and experienced so much with since August. They've seen me develop a skill that means so much to me. They've seen me go from completely silent to just quiet. We've all been through struggles, moments of doubting ourselves and at times our career choice, but also we've cheered each other on, we've experienced those moments when one of us nailed it and we partied for each others little triumphs. And that's just the class related stuff. We've experienced life together. The highs and lows, the moments when we just needed people to listen and the moments we couldn't utter what was going on beneath the surface and either way there was always a feeling of support. As excited as I am to graduate I'm also kinda dreading it. I just have to keep thinking that these people whom I've grown to love and respect will leave my life as classmates but become my trusted colleagues in the field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IPP day class 2011 ROCKS! cough cough 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-608975665402032426?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/608975665402032426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=608975665402032426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/608975665402032426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/608975665402032426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-graduation-thoughts-from-my.html' title='random graduation thoughts from my bedroom floor.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qz6NGgsAm0/TcbVOhdwKSI/AAAAAAAABD4/DuWshEGTMdQ/s72-c/New%2Bpictures%2B034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2309753379290943971</id><published>2011-03-14T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:07:09.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's just the way I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Could you imagine if people couldn't ask &lt;em&gt;questions???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'd never have to worry about saying the wrong thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or being asked something you didn't want to answer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or didn't know how to answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'd just have to tell people things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But nothing you didn't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's silly I know but it would make life better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at least how I imagine it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSCiu91aIqk/TX7-euSSdJI/AAAAAAAABCQ/1qWXhF5_5ag/s1600/Feb%2B26%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584180391760262290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSCiu91aIqk/TX7-euSSdJI/AAAAAAAABCQ/1qWXhF5_5ag/s400/Feb%2B26%2B019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss having a pet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've been through like 5 fish, a lizard, a tree frog, and a puppy for about a day.I want something to love for a very long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my last spring break as a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate my eating habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I worry more than anyone knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If that whole no question thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;worked out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you might choose not to talk to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but maybe that'd even be ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People are hard to figure out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-2309753379290943971?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2309753379290943971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2309753379290943971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2309753379290943971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2309753379290943971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-its-just-way-i-am.html' title='I think it&apos;s just the way I am.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSCiu91aIqk/TX7-euSSdJI/AAAAAAAABCQ/1qWXhF5_5ag/s72-c/Feb%2B26%2B019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8241208410430476040</id><published>2011-03-10T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:16:09.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear I have good intentions.</title><content type='html'>I mean to get homework done...but the library didn't have the right Word program,&lt;br /&gt;and at home I have my favorite T.V. shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean to save gas but...I have to use the lab at school and go to Paul's whenever possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean to be a good friend but...I have school, work and don't plan as well as I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean to think nice things always but...my mind gets in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean to work out...ok not really cuz I hate it but I know I should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all I mean to eat healthy...but I can not say no to treats especially my all time favorites, cupcakes. I am the worst vegetarian ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582546658889857746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxoqCBWSs7Y/TXkwm9EsetI/AAAAAAAABCI/V9xEvIrll6w/s400/waekness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8241208410430476040?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8241208410430476040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8241208410430476040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8185091838032497732</id><published>2011-02-21T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T08:53:34.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing grown-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWIzvxjDGp4/TWKXgx7MZnI/AAAAAAAABBY/KLxaiTSurPc/s1600/0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576185878051317362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWIzvxjDGp4/TWKXgx7MZnI/AAAAAAAABBY/KLxaiTSurPc/s400/0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laying in bed this morning telling myself: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NO! this is your day off, sleep in, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO NOT get up and do homework you have already planned to do tonight!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at times I think I'm doing this whole "grown-up" thing I've heard so much about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But other times, like when I had my backpack on and lunch box in hand yet I was wearing my heels and professional clothes, I feel like I am still 5 years old and just dressing/playing the part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8185091838032497732?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8185091838032497732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8185091838032497732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8185091838032497732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Education is not the filling of a pail, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but the lighting of a fire"-Wm Butler Yates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The night class at school has been leaving quotes on the white board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and I am benefiting greatly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love it when people say things that make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"We are all gonna fall on our face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;discussing interpreting in front of interpreters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;with one that I idolize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All I know is, through all the crap, heartache, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;feelings of being completely overwhelmed and over stretched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;without sufficient time to breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after everything is said and done... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I WILL be an amazing interpreter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;why? because I want it that badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4533759925590248664?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4533759925590248664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4533759925590248664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4533759925590248664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4533759925590248664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/02/say-it-to-me-simply.html' title='say it to me simply.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2504301261989900153</id><published>2011-02-03T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:27:47.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ONLY reason I like nights off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TUtxNIR2EFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/uBloZ6n4ehI/s1600/meeee.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569669834548318290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TUtxNIR2EFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/uBloZ6n4ehI/s400/meeee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I did pretty much nothing but homework while keeping warm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my sweats and sweatshirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tonight after, deciding to quit, I got out my face mask from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christmas and slapped it on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why it's so fun, I guess it's a girl thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think more girl things are in order seeing as my boy is hard at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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off.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TUtxNIR2EFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/uBloZ6n4ehI/s72-c/meeee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5982747992516862582</id><published>2011-01-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:34:09.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it possible to understand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All that someone has experienced,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the depths of ones misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;even if they've risen above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can it ever be clear why we are the way we are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Words simply don't do years of feelings justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sure hope so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-5982747992516862582?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4264886300553883109</id><published>2011-01-01T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:48:47.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of 2011 and events leading up to it.</title><content type='html'>Last night I was asked "how was 2010 for you?". And honestly I hadn't thought about the year as a whole til then. It was not horrible, but it was not wonderful til certain events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 for me was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finishing my Deaf studies certificate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The application process for the Interpreter Prep program&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;time spent on a relationship that didn't work out &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tyler and Hollie being in Yuma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taylor being in Florida&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living at home...again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CAMP ISOLA BELLA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singles ward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;working with 2 new wonderful (clients) kiddos &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;First semester in IPP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MEETING/DATING PHIL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolutions were not met but over all I was a little braver and a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 holds so much hope and joy for me already. Things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My last semester at Phoenix College&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internship AHHHHHHH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduation AHHHHHHH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVE and lots of it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;work-HOPE &amp;amp; then finding a career type job!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pink kitchen drawing ever closer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;family- growing older is bittersweet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;summer- Yellowstone, Utah, Camp Isola bella?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night on the car ride home I kept raddling off resolutions like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;be less selfish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;teach my boyfriend how to be less selfish with the sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;But really I want to do some main things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up my slavery to worldly things on the sabbath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;rock my grades this last semester&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;strengthen my relationship with Christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4264886300553883109?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4264886300553883109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4264886300553883109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4264886300553883109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4264886300553883109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-2011-and-events-leading-up.html' title='The first day of 2011 and events leading up to it.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8702153090512753716</id><published>2010-12-19T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T07:54:40.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-in-one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Taylor Graduated college!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So naturally I wanted to go and support her on her big day, it was such a great one! Paul agreed to be my driving buddy so we took our first mini roadtrip together. We headed out early so we could stop at an awesome Flag breakfast place before the graduation and it was, as expected, delicious and Paul experienced the food wonder that is pancakes and peanut butter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed for the graduation, I was SO thankful for the shuttle from the parking lot to the dome so I didn't have to walking in the snow/slush in my heels. The ceremony was nice and not as long I expected and it was fun to see Taylor as a little speck in a sea of blue. Next we went to lunch with all Taylor's fans. Again delicious food. We weren't ready to go straight home after so we took the long way through beautiful Sedona. It was an amazing day! I LOVE SNOW, flagstaff, Best friend Taylor, good food, good company and my little trooper of a driver, he made a world of difference on such a short trip. All that on one day, it really was incredible. I was happy I was back to my camera happy self as well cuz it turned out in lot of beautiful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mmYf-y-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/AepZe2mc_vM/s1600/Dec%2B18%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552417831447874530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mmYf-y-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/AepZe2mc_vM/s400/Dec%2B18%2B025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mmvHTgbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/KDY9vap-7nM/s1600/Dec%2B18%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552417837518389682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mmvHTgbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/KDY9vap-7nM/s400/Dec%2B18%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mnehn7oI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/e8SjTX-BFf4/s1600/Dec%2B18%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552417850245246594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mnehn7oI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/e8SjTX-BFf4/s400/Dec%2B18%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mnAC63gI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/q92MRTDnEHQ/s1600/Dec%2B18%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552417842063400450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mnAC63gI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/q92MRTDnEHQ/s400/Dec%2B18%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mnqhwHEI/AAAAAAAAA_g/zWUksfovbK4/s1600/Dec%2B18%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552417853467008066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4mnqhwHEI/AAAAAAAAA_g/zWUksfovbK4/s400/Dec%2B18%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4nZNaCwmI/AAAAAAAAA_o/nRROjeCWxsM/s1600/Dec%2B18%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552418704643506786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4nZNaCwmI/AAAAAAAAA_o/nRROjeCWxsM/s400/Dec%2B18%2B038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4nZl2LeoI/AAAAAAAAA_w/umNlyQNikt4/s1600/Dec%2B18%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552418711203969666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4nZl2LeoI/AAAAAAAAA_w/umNlyQNikt4/s400/Dec%2B18%2B054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4nZnPmVLI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WYNvJFTO4N4/s1600/J%2526P%2Bsedona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552418711579022514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQ4nZnPmVLI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WYNvJFTO4N4/s400/J%2526P%2Bsedona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-8702153090512753716?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8702153090512753716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8702153090512753716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8702153090512753716'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQZxA5ozeYI/AAAAAAAAA-4/zIk4xl78ito/s1600/Love45454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550247851066620290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQZxA5ozeYI/AAAAAAAAA-4/zIk4xl78ito/s400/Love45454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm dreaming about 6 months in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep my mind off the sick, gnawing pain I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from a stupid final in which I am highly disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid school&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this created a unnecessary negativity in me that I'm trying to combat by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;letting my mind wander to summer plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last summer was tops for sure and I didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think there would ever be one to even compare to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the mere thought of potential plans for this next one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is almost matching it in wonderful mind clearing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smile sticking, &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt; powers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQZxAkd-ERI/AAAAAAAAA-w/bTT4es_4LQI/s1600/fall-in-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550247845384032530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQZxAkd-ERI/AAAAAAAAA-w/bTT4es_4LQI/s400/fall-in-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3663168182059590798-5788661188988122219?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5788661188988122219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5788661188988122219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5788661188988122219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5788661188988122219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-dreaming-about-6-months-in-future-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TQZxA5ozeYI/AAAAAAAAA-4/zIk4xl78ito/s72-c/Love45454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6054156477061559782</id><published>2010-12-07T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:55:13.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the same yet wildly diffrent.</title><content type='html'>This morning I got asked a somewhat simple, conversational question that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so do you want to work in the K-12 setting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer was pretty causal something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yea maybe but I'm not quite sure exactly what I want to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside my head something totally different was going on cuz my crazy self translated that question into my language of &lt;em&gt;everythinghasgreatermeaningandyoumusthavealltheanswersrightnow &lt;/em&gt;so my mind conversation when like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what are you going to do with the rest of your life?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides my immediate reaction of -keep it together and just answer like a normal person!&lt;br /&gt;what my brain answered to that question was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I HAVE NO IDEA, i'm so scared of real life I often think I'll lose it and just thinking about being done with school makes me feel like my life as I have known it for the past 17 years of my existence is going to change drastically and I don't know how to be a grown up, I want to live with my mommy and daddy forever and only have 2 bills and not get kicked off the family phone plan and not have to worry about eventually getting a job so I can move out and be a productive member of society and lets not even get into the realm of the "M" word that people have been throwing around like I'm already a crazy cat lady and their trying to save my soul...etc"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily all my mentor heard was a reserved "yea, not sure".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-6054156477061559782?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6054156477061559782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6054156477061559782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6054156477061559782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6054156477061559782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/12/same-yet-wildly-diffrent.html' title='the same yet wildly diffrent.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5961770927174087046</id><published>2010-12-01T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:55:02.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my shout out to Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Although a subtle change, the new colors are Christmas inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are a few unsettling feelings in my chest that come along with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any and almost every holiday but mostly I have alot to look forward to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545802958340816514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TPamaF42_oI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vSQISk5GJco/s400/Dec%2B28%2B111.jpg" /&gt;painting ornaments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drinking way too much hot chocolate,&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545802987522433026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TPambymTIAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/zFYQJ4rzdag/s400/Dec%2B17%2B027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545802974979576690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TPambD32U3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/vscSISLx8ZM/s400/Jan%2B8%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doing nothing on break with my siblings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decorating the tree and/or dad &amp;amp;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545802968268374082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TPamaq3xgEI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/x8_quknYbAA/s400/Jan%2B8%2B200.jpg" /&gt;Christmas Eve red toes! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545802951960379426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TPamZuHpQCI/AAAAAAAAA-I/l3ZYGwsvMCQ/s400/Dec%2B28%2B065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-5961770927174087046?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5961770927174087046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5961770927174087046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5961770927174087046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5961770927174087046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-shout-out-to-christmas.html' title='my shout out to Christmas.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TPamaF42_oI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vSQISk5GJco/s72-c/Dec%2B28%2B111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-171214181546418527</id><published>2010-11-24T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:35:10.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TO1oRbrvz7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/PAGt6a_N-Mc/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543201365061259186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TO1oRbrvz7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/PAGt6a_N-Mc/s400/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;JESUS CHRIST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CROFT FAMILY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;PHOENIX COLLEGE INTERPRETER PREP PROGRAM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;PAUL ALLEN GARNS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;BEST FRIEND TAYLOR &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;TEMPLE VIEW SINGLES WARD RS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOPE GROUP KIDDOS &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;AMERICAN CITIZENSHIP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;VEGETARIAN FOOD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHELTER IN GILBERT AZ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CHOICES &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;KNOWING MY PRIORITIES &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have so much to be thankful for but those are the highest items on the list. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-171214181546418527?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/171214181546418527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=171214181546418527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/171214181546418527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/171214181546418527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-is-no-such-thing-as-gratitude.html' title='&quot;There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude.&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TO1oRbrvz7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/PAGt6a_N-Mc/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8686518509211869725</id><published>2010-11-19T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:54:22.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"without anybody telling me what I should feel"</title><content type='html'>Reflections: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair falls around my face in an instance it brings me back into your arms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathe you in all around me and I am peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfection, such a silly idea. Nothing will ever be so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ok with that. Interpreting, family, relationships, it's never gonna be just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning to accept and live is the fun in this life anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days and weeks vary in length depending on what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to see my brother next week finally and seeing my sister-in-law/friend is always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a pleasure and something to look forward to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days off of school to ready myself for the rest of it before break will be awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My life is good, real good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TOcNmQe43lI/AAAAAAAAA9g/mOBxdggpkLM/s1600/kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541412817413398098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TOcNmQe43lI/AAAAAAAAA9g/mOBxdggpkLM/s400/kisses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TOcNm-CmkiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/FpZhbZetzkE/s1600/toferkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541412829642789410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TOcNm-CmkiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/FpZhbZetzkE/s400/toferkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TOcNnT8QbKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/-HOUjm9zY7c/s1600/nacho-libre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541412835521752226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TOcNnT8QbKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/-HOUjm9zY7c/s400/nacho-libre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-8686518509211869725?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8686518509211869725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8686518509211869725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8686518509211869725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8686518509211869725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/11/without-anybody-telling-me-what-i.html' title='&quot;without anybody telling me what I should feel&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TOcNmQe43lI/AAAAAAAAA9g/mOBxdggpkLM/s72-c/kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2058064483422599663</id><published>2010-11-11T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:33:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could wait patiently BUT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNwYUodsXWI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ulIYfoMObgk/s1600/nov%2B10%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNwYUodsXWI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ulIYfoMObgk/s400/nov%2B10%2B052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538328384497278306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to feel this way again...not ever.&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me wrong I'm not caught up in some unrealistic fairy-tail&lt;br /&gt;of love at first sight or&lt;br /&gt;any other ridiculous notion that a crazy mormon&lt;br /&gt;in my "rip-old age" might feel pressured to find BUT &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNwYUBVuLeI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ngSmQ55uQOY/s1600/28jlezb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNwYUBVuLeI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ngSmQ55uQOY/s400/28jlezb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538328373994860002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the wonderful words of Lady A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Seems I was walking in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;I barely recognized my own reflection, no&lt;br /&gt;Scared of love, but scared of life alone&lt;br /&gt;Seems I've been playin' on the safe side baby&lt;br /&gt;Building walls around my heart to save me, oh&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for me to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm ready to feel now&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I 'fraid of the fall down&lt;br /&gt;It must be time to move on now&lt;br /&gt;Without the fear of how it might end&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm ready to love again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNwYU7Ly8EI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/mU3UQ60mKPw/s1600/nov%2B10%2B059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNwYU7Ly8EI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/mU3UQ60mKPw/s400/nov%2B10%2B059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538328389522485314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM &amp;amp; a really pretty horse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-2058064483422599663?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2058064483422599663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2058064483422599663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2058064483422599663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2058064483422599663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-could-wait-patiently-but.html' title='I could wait patiently BUT...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNwYUodsXWI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ulIYfoMObgk/s72-c/nov%2B10%2B052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4164965042578275698</id><published>2010-11-03T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:12:36.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"you with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me"</title><content type='html'>Why, when &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not care&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;about you, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you still get to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart doesn't have room for these frivolous scares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you always leave behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had your time when it was yours for the breaking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now it's mine and I've chosen that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad I can't choose to have you not effect it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are things I can't predict, don't expect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's those low blows especially that keep those walls up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walls I pray will be demolished so that a person worth a shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;might actually get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as that little hopeful girl can still survive inside of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the experiences cage her in and tell her it won't last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scream at her to remember the pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember how they hurt you and didn't even think twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word:mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535371985808417122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNGXflHCYWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/GopYtzwqzZA/s400/oct+20+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4164965042578275698?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4164965042578275698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4164965042578275698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4164965042578275698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4164965042578275698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-with-your-words-like-knives-and.html' title='&quot;you with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TNGXflHCYWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/GopYtzwqzZA/s72-c/oct+20+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8179758383134186337</id><published>2010-10-27T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:03:14.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMkAgzq2gAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3-Bjl_9yWls/s1600/oct+20+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532954180827119618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMkAgzq2gAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3-Bjl_9yWls/s400/oct+20+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Random thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have struggles in life, but given the choice I'd choose my struggles every time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Britt. Today she made my siblings and I go buy lemon aide from a little girl because she was raising money for the Ronald McDonald house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a mess...yep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Swift is a GENIUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Please don't be in love with someone else,                                                                         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please don't have somebody waiting on you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture: Can you believe this was not my 5th birthday? Oh well it was goood pumpkin cheesecake after an AMAZING obese meal :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8179758383134186337?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8179758383134186337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8179758383134186337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8179758383134186337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8179758383134186337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-thoughts-i-have-struggles-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMkAgzq2gAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3-Bjl_9yWls/s72-c/oct+20+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2549490053929948737</id><published>2010-10-23T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:28:12.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Letting people into your life is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOHL9r7tQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/1w07wYbe62o/s1600/funjun10054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531413406948242690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOHL9r7tQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/1w07wYbe62o/s320/funjun10054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Someday" used to be one of my favorite words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rather sick of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOIkCfxncI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/f1DstK8zyus/s1600/imagesCAE9VKGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531414920067915202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOIkCfxncI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/f1DstK8zyus/s320/imagesCAE9VKGO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOIjxMgXLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/3gpx_wY5j2c/s1600/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531414915423689906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOIjxMgXLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/3gpx_wY5j2c/s320/07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOKeYcqVbI/AAAAAAAAA8o/rQYk3TqbA-4/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531417021904475570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOKeYcqVbI/AAAAAAAAA8o/rQYk3TqbA-4/s320/thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-2549490053929948737?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2549490053929948737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2549490053929948737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2549490053929948737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2549490053929948737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-people-into-your-life-is-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TMOHL9r7tQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/1w07wYbe62o/s72-c/funjun10054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4679730614815780211</id><published>2010-10-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:51:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somthing on my brain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about him most everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first sign language teacher had an accident on a freeway overpass, I think when I was a SR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few days of his absence he returned and told us this story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was one of the first things I thought about when I got the text the morning he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought of him on over passes since his accident. It's different since he's been gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jCGlIGtI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ler2nrsyicc/s1600/crocs28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529614436513880786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jCGlIGtI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ler2nrsyicc/s200/crocs28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jCbvC_mI/AAAAAAAAA7w/dmDkjT2aOoU/s1600/air+freshener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529614442192633442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jCbvC_mI/AAAAAAAAA7w/dmDkjT2aOoU/s200/air+freshener.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jCTaOh0I/AAAAAAAAA74/_YtHDX45OBQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529614439957825346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jCTaOh0I/AAAAAAAAA74/_YtHDX45OBQ/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jC6dqimI/AAAAAAAAA8A/iai-o9e3dD4/s1600/drawing_hands.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529614450441226850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jC6dqimI/AAAAAAAAA8A/iai-o9e3dD4/s200/drawing_hands.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3663168182059590798-4679730614815780211?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4679730614815780211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4679730614815780211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4679730614815780211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4679730614815780211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/10/somthing-on-my-brain.html' title='Somthing on my brain.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TL0jCGlIGtI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ler2nrsyicc/s72-c/crocs28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3592333860340670516</id><published>2010-09-30T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:27:45.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+ &amp; -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TKVvgxiI3eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ssNgZi1TBDE/s1600/balloon+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522943126882803170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TKVvgxiI3eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ssNgZi1TBDE/s400/balloon+art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-doing poorly at school sucks because it makes me doubt myself in the one area I never have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my computer is just off due to horrible stupid virus that I don't know how to fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I don't know where my camera cord is so I can't upload new pictures until my laptop gets fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am 22 yet my crazy face thinks I should still look like a jr. high kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+I love to sign, it is my passion even when it hurts to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+Tanner is the best little brother ever, he has become so fun lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+Tomorrow is FRIDAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+My time cards are almost finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= I'm not sure. I tend to complain but I don't mean to because this is really a great phase of my life right now. &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/3663168182059590798-3592333860340670516?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3592333860340670516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3592333860340670516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3592333860340670516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3592333860340670516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='+ &amp; -'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TKVvgxiI3eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ssNgZi1TBDE/s72-c/balloon+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6709246351526483957</id><published>2010-09-22T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:55:26.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TJrdU6gfAeI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Q00_fyTckvU/s1600/Ray-the-Firefly-The-Princess-and-The-Frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519967644668592610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TJrdU6gfAeI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Q00_fyTckvU/s320/Ray-the-Firefly-The-Princess-and-The-Frog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss fireflies. I miss the warm water of the lake. I miss cool mornings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss all of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-6709246351526483957?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6709246351526483957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6709246351526483957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6709246351526483957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6709246351526483957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-fireflies.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TJrdU6gfAeI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Q00_fyTckvU/s72-c/Ray-the-Firefly-The-Princess-and-The-Frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-810167129784285682</id><published>2010-09-16T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:43:37.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TJL8wLgjcxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/s5ETRx1CNVI/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517750398135530258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TJL8wLgjcxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/s5ETRx1CNVI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is about this dark again, and now it's 4 inches shorter.&lt;br /&gt;Nice to have a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember in High School and even some College where you used to do homework that didn't matter, which at the time sucked cuz literally it did you no good for your future?!?&lt;br /&gt;Well I can now say I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my last year of college. (knock on wood &amp;amp; at least done for a very long time.)&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know this year would be the most enjoyable but the hardest time I've ever had. Getting back to the not mattering homework of the past, I actually do things in class now that are preparing me for my line of work, so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;And alot of it's not fun, and not easy cuz you have to identify every mistake you made and have others point out what you did wrong even if you gave it your best shot cuz apparently that's how we'll learn how to become better interpreters. But right now it's just kinda sucky. (Yup last year of college and I say words that don't exist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm overwhelmed with school right now to say the least, not that I don't like what I'm doing it's just hard, for a lack of more eloquent way of stating that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend should be interesting and I've made a personal decision lately, I know what I'm supposed to be doing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-810167129784285682?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/810167129784285682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=810167129784285682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/810167129784285682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/810167129784285682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-hair-is-about-this-dark-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TJL8wLgjcxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/s5ETRx1CNVI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8755953709397765977</id><published>2010-09-06T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:43:42.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still hurts like new...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TIWzD1SEYwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/64UnhAfuABk/s1600/albumI003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514010197208883970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TIWzD1SEYwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/64UnhAfuABk/s400/albumI003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My life is composed of: &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAMILY-always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;church-new calling, I'm scared. I know I will be blessed as I forget myself and help others come to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school-going well so far, week 3 starting tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOON new room. I officially get the guest room in our house. which means I'll have my own room, WHOOT WHOOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My car still feels new, I'm becoming more aware of the time I spend in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8755953709397765977?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8755953709397765977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8755953709397765977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8755953709397765977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8755953709397765977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-hurts-like-new.html' title='still hurts like new...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TIWzD1SEYwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/64UnhAfuABk/s72-c/albumI003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-833438567360225071</id><published>2010-08-27T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:08:42.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not a snap-shot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Driving down the 202 freeway I pondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why when the tears wouldn't stop and sleep wouldn't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and calm never came could I not feel His love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why when my heart was busted open and laying on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;couldn't I feel His hand in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When the time came after, a time of darkness and emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;of hopelessness and grief did He not care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then I realize, He was always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He allowed me to experience that debilitating pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so that someday I can feel complete happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He let me feel lost so I would find my way to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm thankful for my love of Christ, my elder brother and my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that even if I feel down in the dumps, date-less on friday nights kind self pity thing sometimes, there is always light when I remember Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-833438567360225071?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/833438567360225071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=833438567360225071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/833438567360225071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/833438567360225071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-not-snap-shot.html' title='Life is not a snap-shot.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7684824625489937985</id><published>2010-08-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:55:50.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheese, moola, dough, loot, bucks...well lack there of at least.</title><content type='html'>new car...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;registration/emissions...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insurance...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oil change/stupid engine light came on...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tuition...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new "professional" pants for school...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brunch with a friend...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random frame for camp collage...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with an old friend I haven't seen in a years...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gas in my car...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gas in Tracie's truck while I used it...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books...uh still need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;external hard drive...way expensive, dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nada, zip, zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea I love being an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508834361355718178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/THNPqiMSziI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9qBUWWJneRk/s400/Snapshot+of+me+4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-7684824625489937985?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7684824625489937985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7684824625489937985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7684824625489937985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7684824625489937985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/cheese-moola-dough-loot-buckswell-lack.html' title='cheese, moola, dough, loot, bucks...well lack there of at least.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/THNPqiMSziI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9qBUWWJneRk/s72-c/Snapshot+of+me+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4322951265241180711</id><published>2010-08-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:58:58.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best job ever.</title><content type='html'>I work for the state, through an agency called H.O.P.E. group.&lt;br /&gt;I always refer to it as that, "HOPE" group, but really it stands for Honoring and Optimizing the Potential in Everyone. I love that! Even more so as I've met some new kiddos that I'm going to start working with. I'm so excited and motivated to get in there and work! I see their adorable faces and can't help but melt and want to help bring out that potential that I can just see in their eyes! I feel so blessed to have this job and to be trusted to work with these sweetest kids that really have so much intelligence that is just locked up and try to find the key to help let it out of them! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506980822004988386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGy54WB--eI/AAAAAAAAA6I/_SgWHvgSMNA/s400/June+18+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4322951265241180711?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4322951265241180711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4322951265241180711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4322951265241180711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4322951265241180711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-job-ever.html' title='Best job ever.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGy54WB--eI/AAAAAAAAA6I/_SgWHvgSMNA/s72-c/June+18+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7162892974659107187</id><published>2010-08-17T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:35:21.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about 9 years behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never the kind of teenager or pre-teen girl that had major crushes on movie stars, had pictures from magazines up in her room or any of that. Until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506602418285304578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGthuWUz2wI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Go14YCYgP2Y/s400/liam-hemsworth-nova-radio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506602431566662962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGthvHzVTTI/AAAAAAAAA54/d7nfZP53FTY/s400/liam-hemsworth-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506602434777562386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGthvTw3vRI/AAAAAAAAA6A/aIwjH9KU-ME/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am majorly in love with Liam Hemsworth. Sweep me off my feet with your beautiful baby blue eyes, stunning smile and that hunky accent, I'm yours. &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/3663168182059590798-7162892974659107187?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7162892974659107187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7162892974659107187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7162892974659107187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7162892974659107187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-9-years-behind.html' title='about 9 years behind.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGthuWUz2wI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Go14YCYgP2Y/s72-c/liam-hemsworth-nova-radio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4449475017808405036</id><published>2010-08-12T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:35:14.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGQ8_9gZ63I/AAAAAAAAA5o/DCwbqnJzX4E/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504591714093493106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGQ8_9gZ63I/AAAAAAAAA5o/DCwbqnJzX4E/s400/Camp+Isola+Bella+408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A year is a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm braver now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time heals all hearts...but not quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things worry me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guard my heart on purpose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mindset is positive and going from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought a car. Still a weird statement. It has it's problems and imperfections so I compare it to me, because inside it's still good. I officially own it and have the title in my name and my LUV ASL special plate registered to it. Now I'm just a physical plate transfer and choosing/buying insurance away from everything being official. Crazy how big things happen so quickly sometimes. Speaking of, I miss camp &amp;amp; Connecticut. Can't believe I was really there for 2 months and then I hear everything that happened at home when I was gooe &amp;amp; I'm happy to be here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4449475017808405036?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4449475017808405036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4449475017808405036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4449475017808405036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4449475017808405036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/facts.html' title='facts.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGQ8_9gZ63I/AAAAAAAAA5o/DCwbqnJzX4E/s72-c/Camp+Isola+Bella+408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3858191823023469966</id><published>2010-08-09T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:57:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some favorite campers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503557540045985122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGCQbG9dFWI/AAAAAAAAA44/6gO7FFh-naw/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Nikita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was my first favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The first time I saw her I knew we'd be friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; because she loves exactly like one of my cousins did &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she was a few years younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503557552781174370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGCQb2ZwpmI/AAAAAAAAA5A/g_PV1-eQcpY/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Brooklynn, Ryann, or Yvonne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think she's going through an identity crisis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;none the less she has a special place in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was one of 4 kids that was with us for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 weeks out of the 7 so I got attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She always told me she was half angel half devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503557565053278658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGCQckHqGcI/AAAAAAAAA5I/dz84yW0dZeM/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lexi, Tully, Briana, &amp;amp; Ariella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutie Pies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were always good for me and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to be the staff for their group at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lake Compounce and had so much fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the water slides, getting ice cream, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going on the carousel and getting their hair braided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGCQdJ_d3KI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tjZEVIAyDDE/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503557575219469474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGCQdJ_d3KI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tjZEVIAyDDE/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittany or Britt-Britt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little one actually drove me crazy sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the other times she just made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To-bad and thumbs down were her favorite signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503557584663282162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGCQdtLDAfI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/s3WAmlSE4VE/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To my left Brennan, to my right Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;Brennan was my vegetarian friend, it was so fun discussing things with him and making silly vegetarian comments with him, really bright kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brenda said I was her favorite staff,so sweet :) She had her moments of drama but generally a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503558348999121330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGCRKMi6WbI/AAAAAAAAA5g/dn8OJ4g-66k/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+386.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last but not least "my Romeo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;His real name is Zach but when he met me he said "oh your name is like Juliet".So from then on he would say he was my Romeo. Crazy 15-year-old giant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I miss them so much.&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/3663168182059590798-3858191823023469966?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3858191823023469966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3858191823023469966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3858191823023469966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3858191823023469966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-favorite-campers.html' title='Some favorite campers.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TGCQbG9dFWI/AAAAAAAAA44/6gO7FFh-naw/s72-c/Camp+Isola+Bella+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3305081508123094482</id><published>2010-08-08T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:04:31.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Isola Bella, best summer ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8y_GhCNeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/XRGJ4q-zC7Q/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503173329332352482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8y_GhCNeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/XRGJ4q-zC7Q/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81gvhau6I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/OfuJ42loV64/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503176106298751906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81gvhau6I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/OfuJ42loV64/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81hG_9bZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZV6GpHvwqBI/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503176112600870290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81hG_9bZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZV6GpHvwqBI/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8y-tpbZWI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Ufe69WMNEDM/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503173322656671074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8y-tpbZWI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Ufe69WMNEDM/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8zADkxLUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SHv9eKBIvIQ/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503173345722576194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8zADkxLUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SHv9eKBIvIQ/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8zAogFCDI/AAAAAAAAA4I/QeO5VTcCJc4/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503173355635017778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8zAogFCDI/AAAAAAAAA4I/QeO5VTcCJc4/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8y_gGZjDI/AAAAAAAAA34/W1zc652TqTI/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503173336199957554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8y_gGZjDI/AAAAAAAAA34/W1zc652TqTI/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81iOGyO9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/8bvsR-RLQeA/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503176131688414162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81iOGyO9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/8bvsR-RLQeA/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81hpKEXLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0VPniO0iTfk/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503176121770073266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81hpKEXLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0VPniO0iTfk/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81gLAJOhI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Y5QHRioU7us/s1600/Camp+Isola+Bella+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503176096495516178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF81gLAJOhI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Y5QHRioU7us/s320/Camp+Isola+Bella+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most amazing summer experience at Camp IB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned so much about Deaf culture, sign, myself and just life in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was so beautiful in Connectitcut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to lie about the fact I was often homesick but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that has got to be natural when you've never been away from home for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your entire life and so far away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The campers over all were wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned from them and enjoyed their sweet little personalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The staff became my good friends, I miss them already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the best summer I've ever had! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always be so thankful and love the memories I made there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-3305081508123094482?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3305081508123094482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3305081508123094482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3305081508123094482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3305081508123094482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/camp-isola-bella-best-summer-ever.html' title='Camp Isola Bella, best summer ever!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TF8y_GhCNeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/XRGJ4q-zC7Q/s72-c/Camp+Isola+Bella+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2619790498183928966</id><published>2010-07-27T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:57:15.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makes me smile.</title><content type='html'>I love (most) kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things they say just strike me as especially hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after telling a kid sorry that his group didn't want to play a game cuz they get distracted easily he replied&lt;br /&gt;"they have the attention span of squirrels!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time today we were playing guess who and someone said Jesus and another girl said "there is only one Jesus and that is all." Not sure why but I was cracking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the kids are drama and try as I might to tell them there is ABSOLUTELY NO DATING ALLOWED AT CAMP, the gossip, the he like me or her or I like whoever continues every second of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 2 night camping trip, hikes, six flags, a few more skits to look forward to before I get back to the best kids in the world, croft kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite line from Tanner lately is "Don't die in Connecticut!"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bud! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-2619790498183928966?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2619790498183928966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2619790498183928966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2619790498183928966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2619790498183928966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/makes-me-smile.html' title='makes me smile.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-351664416273304828</id><published>2010-07-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:43:00.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday you will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TET83gXnt7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/0SA83dJHBvU/s1600/0719101518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TET83gXnt7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/0SA83dJHBvU/s400/0719101518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795475810858930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TET83gXnt7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/0SA83dJHBvU/s1600/0719101518.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I somehow noticed this little guy on the bottom of the forest floor&lt;br /&gt;and he meant so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;He rose out of the dimness and sprouted life amongst the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;He symbolizes new life, growth, strength&lt;br /&gt;all the things I desperately need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a saying about&lt;br /&gt;"you can take the girl to Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;but you can never take Gilbert outta the girl"&lt;br /&gt;something like that, but hopefully I'm done with&lt;br /&gt;drama from back home for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free weekend, Teen weekend, home.&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/3663168182059590798-351664416273304828?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/351664416273304828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=351664416273304828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/351664416273304828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/351664416273304828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/someday-you-will.html' title='Someday you will.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TET83gXnt7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/0SA83dJHBvU/s72-c/0719101518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5733785753170017741</id><published>2010-07-12T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:14:34.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Connecticut sky cover me with forgetfulness,&lt;br /&gt;Eastern air clear my chest,&lt;br /&gt;clear blue water wash the tears away&lt;br /&gt;so I can get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;Star-y night sky fill my mind with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;forest green keep me in awe,&lt;br /&gt;opportunity let me concur it so&lt;br /&gt;I can get over it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Go through this again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt; it happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;...if it's a choice why does either option feel rotten.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to go away,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let everything around&lt;br /&gt;encompass me with all I need&lt;br /&gt;to move on.&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/3663168182059590798-5733785753170017741?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5733785753170017741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5733785753170017741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5733785753170017741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5733785753170017741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/connecticut-sky-cover-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6912532826632105129</id><published>2010-07-09T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:31:52.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ib/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A few months ago I posted that I would respond to this news in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;one if two ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm happy to say that it's way #1 which is CELEBRATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I almost did cry tears of joy to be done waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but I think I'm even past that happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Such a relief to know and have a plan for my life/next semester!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Words cannot fully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; my joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I can really enjoy this summer even more! HECK YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Hope and a future!" - Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&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/3663168182059590798-6912532826632105129?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6912532826632105129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6912532826632105129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6912532826632105129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6912532826632105129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/news.html' title='NEWS!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2506069357036430028</id><published>2010-07-05T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:38:10.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at any given moment.</title><content type='html'>ah where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ct. It's one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been fantastic, I never remember enjoying the summer like this before.&lt;br /&gt;The camp itself is amazing, beautiful cabin type place in the middle of the island that is&lt;br /&gt;on a georgus lake. Oddly enough I've enjoyed the water occasionally too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My actual job is not the best, I do way more dishes, sweeping and cleaning than&lt;br /&gt; should be humanly possible but I manage.&lt;br /&gt;I get some free time in between meals to not go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to write how I'm feeling cuz it changes so rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about home.&lt;br /&gt;Really I don't think I fully understood or could have ever imagined how much I would miss it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family. I wish there wasn't a time difference and I had more service cuz I'd love to talk to them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. BUT I do love it here at the same time. We've had the first group of kids now going on to our second week. There are 19 and I enjoy all of them, although I have my favorites :)&lt;br /&gt;I will actually be sad to see them go on Friday. Sunday we'll get 48 new little ones, should be crazy but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure out how to post pictures soon hopefully. I figured by week 3 I should at least give a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, IB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-2506069357036430028?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2506069357036430028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2506069357036430028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2506069357036430028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2506069357036430028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-any-given-moment.html' title='at any given moment.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3054507358659783167</id><published>2010-06-18T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:22:21.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>praying the wiggles away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe: It's too hard to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julie: Did you close your eyes really tight and just lay still for awhile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe: yea but it's too hard to sleep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I just keep wanting to be wiggly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julie: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well lets try again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it's bed time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Back in her room her sitting in bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe: I just keep wanting to be wiggly, see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(lays down and starts to wiggle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julie: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well what can we do about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe: I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(this goes on a few different ways until...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe: What can we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julie: I don't know Chlo I just asked you that and you didn't know so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe: Can we say a prayer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julie: (thinking DUH why didn't I think of that?) Yes of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we prayed away the wiggles and I haven't heard a peep since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will miss my cousins &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kendall, the one I work with, is pretty much non-verbal and yet she still is the prayer police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and makes sure we pray before every meal and sometimes snacks and also before bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The spirit my best little friend had amazes me, when she signs prayer I obey her and I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe made me pray again after bedtime prayers because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; (our other cousin) had an accident on her horse and got hurt. So we prayed again for her to get better soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These prayers were even before the wiggle incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love these girls so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's crazy how children bring such meaningful big-scheme stuff into my mind and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just hope I can take this sweet lesson she taught me to heart and pray away all my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for my trip, in less than a day, and just enjoy this awesome adventure.&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/3663168182059590798-3054507358659783167?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3054507358659783167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3054507358659783167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3054507358659783167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3054507358659783167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/06/praying-wiggles-away.html' title='praying the wiggles away.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4214429296320772090</id><published>2010-06-14T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:35:02.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't want to say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I tried yesterday and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I've never been fond of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;There are no circumstances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;where it is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm dreading it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I despise this evil word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;5 days and it'll be said alot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;not looking forward to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4214429296320772090?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4214429296320772090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4214429296320772090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4214429296320772090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4214429296320772090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-word.html' title='one word.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3711359028508460371</id><published>2010-06-10T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:10:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy imperfections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have bad gums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like to eat alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't spell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put my thumb nail in my mouth between my teeth when I'm nervous or self conscious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm awful &amp;amp; awkward at sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make lists for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate pictures of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rarely take pictures that I'm not being goofy in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never do my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really care for make-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have very limited cooking skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get really weird with people from my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved nerd word games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like cute shoes cuz mostly their uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am dramatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sometimes don't handle things well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get super attached to my pet fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on. But I have a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize I'm not perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not the cutest girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the girl that all the guys think is so cool for being tough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the most outgoing, flirty type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or anything to that extent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many a bad habits &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as much as I try to tame my insecurities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they follow me around like a bad penny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TBHg3Qk1PUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/f2V8mE9jD-A/s1600/DSC_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481409461433482562" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TBHg3Qk1PUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/f2V8mE9jD-A/s400/DSC_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember important things and also dumb little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to be a good gift giver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think compromise is a great thing &amp;amp; important so I'll try what you want at least once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made alot of mistakes but learned from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also gain knowledge from people smarter than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday it will be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hopeful that it'll just click for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll know exactly how to be perfectly imperfect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for someone who is the same for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-3711359028508460371?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3711359028508460371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3711359028508460371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3711359028508460371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3711359028508460371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-imperfections.html' title='crazy imperfections.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TBHg3Qk1PUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/f2V8mE9jD-A/s72-c/DSC_0111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6902069226617148416</id><published>2010-06-02T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:36:41.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark my words I will learn how to jerk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TAieG1FVnyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/NCN4iO3BB64/s1600/JERK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478802786862079778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TAieG1FVnyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/NCN4iO3BB64/s400/JERK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TAdFcEOzkII/AAAAAAAAA3I/ChlR5n2f0NI/s1600/JERK.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been all over emotionally as of late.&lt;br /&gt;Who know's if I will ever make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's sorta my right as a 21 year old&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a female to change my thoughts constantly.&lt;br /&gt;I leave for camp in about 3 weeks-ish.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;I'm about 3/4th's nervous about everything,&lt;br /&gt;but that leaves 1/4 for excitement and odds are&lt;br /&gt;once I'm closer to being ready I'll get to be&lt;br /&gt;even more excited.&lt;br /&gt;I am realizing how much I will miss my&lt;br /&gt;cousins and spending time with them&lt;br /&gt;and my siblings and parents but again&lt;br /&gt;it'll be good, I tell myself this often to&lt;br /&gt;ensure that ratio of nervousness I feel doesn't&lt;br /&gt;sky rocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SO BADLY TO DO THE JERK DANCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-6902069226617148416?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6902069226617148416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6902069226617148416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6902069226617148416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6902069226617148416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/06/mark-my-words-i-will-learn-how-to-jerk.html' title='mark my words I will learn how to jerk.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TAieG1FVnyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/NCN4iO3BB64/s72-c/JERK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5761981385437831529</id><published>2010-05-30T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:31:26.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday joys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;teach&lt;/em&gt; sunbeams at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I use the term &lt;em&gt;teach&lt;/em&gt; lightly because mostly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a "glorified midget wrangler".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have 8 in my class, not all usually come but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today we had six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brinton&lt;/span&gt;- sharp as a tack, he's the leader of the pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan-very strong willed shall we say, always moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bailey- Sweet little thing, she loves to chat at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rory- pretty quiet but likes to play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and bounce around with the rest of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt;- She is the boss, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as adorable as she is she adds to the chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the other two that were absent today are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Braden- if I had to choose a favorite, he's it, horrible of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he's got the cutest glasses and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goes to speech but tried really hard to talk with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's only a crazy when coaxed by the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and last but not least &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sal- he speaks Spanish. He likes to wrestle. Enough said.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only word for today is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pure crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan had some anger issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baily had the waterworks going and loud flatulence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that she shared with the whole primary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; joined in on water works occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was exhausted when I got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As insane as it sounds I'm going to miss this calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't think about it being one of my last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it made me too sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've come to know and love them individually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they've taught me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Aside for affirming my not wanting to have children :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love Christ, they might not get much out of my lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they always know their Savior and things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has done for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; sunbeams &amp;amp; add light to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TAL_QYv5knI/AAAAAAAAA3A/yz7LFdYSC1M/s1600/YouAreMySunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477220753822290546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TAL_QYv5knI/AAAAAAAAA3A/yz7LFdYSC1M/s400/YouAreMySunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TAL-3w7oY5I/AAAAAAAAA24/so10OAUflHk/s1600/thicon-sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3663168182059590798-5761981385437831529?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5761981385437831529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5761981385437831529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5761981385437831529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5761981385437831529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-teach-sunbeams-at-church.html' title='sunday joys.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/TAL_QYv5knI/AAAAAAAAA3A/yz7LFdYSC1M/s72-c/YouAreMySunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5833477646565794011</id><published>2010-05-25T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:02:20.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not ready.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_vzBcaaT1I/AAAAAAAAA2o/H0aL2jyeXCw/s1600/Jan+6+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475236978131357522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_vzBcaaT1I/AAAAAAAAA2o/H0aL2jyeXCw/s400/Jan+6+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;and soon.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday she'll graduate.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a mess.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much she doesn't know yet,&lt;br /&gt;there is so much I wish I could teach her,&lt;br /&gt;there is so much advice I'd wish I'd given her.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's unavoidable but I don't want her to leave.&lt;br /&gt;She'll want to be home even less.&lt;br /&gt;She won't need us anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I should have done her favors and&lt;br /&gt;things she asked of me a little more sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_vzB_L0dTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/WyUTHZzDKo4/s1600/june+20+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475236987465397554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_vzB_L0dTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/WyUTHZzDKo4/s400/june+20+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so worried about her because I &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_vzB_L0dTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/WyUTHZzDKo4/s1600/june+20+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;love her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;We've drifted apart lately and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish she'd be around to have random chats,&lt;br /&gt;take the first jump in the pool together&lt;br /&gt;or make the little memories doing nothing that matters&lt;br /&gt;just making it fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3663168182059590798-5833477646565794011?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5833477646565794011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5833477646565794011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5833477646565794011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5833477646565794011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-ready.html' title='not ready.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_vzBcaaT1I/AAAAAAAAA2o/H0aL2jyeXCw/s72-c/Jan+6+153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3334420203653639874</id><published>2010-05-21T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:05:57.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think too much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_cfrCAF58I/AAAAAAAAA2U/B5SJ-Cf54b4/s1600/500-days-of-summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473878696224221122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_cfrCAF58I/AAAAAAAAA2U/B5SJ-Cf54b4/s400/500-days-of-summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-3334420203653639874?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3334420203653639874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3334420203653639874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3334420203653639874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3334420203653639874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-too-much.html' title='I think too much.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_cfrCAF58I/AAAAAAAAA2U/B5SJ-Cf54b4/s72-c/500-days-of-summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3605988215776841964</id><published>2010-05-20T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:33:24.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_VUzlgfDAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/FqXE6bDG6bA/s1600/Sept+16+09+315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473374167357131778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_VUzlgfDAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/FqXE6bDG6bA/s400/Sept+16+09+315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;two unexpected people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;neither scenario would occur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i know it wasn't real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it would have never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wish dreams had filters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you could block &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;certain characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i could control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or edit their potential content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i wouldn't wake up feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-3605988215776841964?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3605988215776841964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3605988215776841964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3605988215776841964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3605988215776841964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/dream.html' title='dream.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S_VUzlgfDAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/FqXE6bDG6bA/s72-c/Sept+16+09+315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3550810730109274241</id><published>2010-05-18T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:22:42.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sickness, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;messy room, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;singing girls, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worries, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doubts, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If even just sickness&lt;br /&gt;I'd be more likely to&lt;br /&gt;forgot about the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; still no grades posted grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-3550810730109274241?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3550810730109274241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3550810730109274241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3550810730109274241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3550810730109274241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-away.html' title='go away.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-1104657398351945604</id><published>2010-05-11T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:21:47.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anxious&lt;/strong&gt;- my on-line final to begin in approximately 16 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nervous&lt;/strong&gt;- grades,summer, getting accepted/rejected into my program, life, the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;- SUMMER PLANS, to be finished w/ school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upset&lt;/strong&gt;- with siblings choices, dishonestly, selfishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopeful&lt;/strong&gt;- about what is next in my life, Independence, and someday really learning and accepting what my loving Father in Heaven has planned for my life and seeing the potential in myself that he does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-1104657398351945604?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1104657398351945604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=1104657398351945604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1104657398351945604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1104657398351945604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel.html' title='I feel...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5511423259670762506</id><published>2010-05-04T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:36:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a typewritter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S-CSZkpIQLI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/lSkIsuWGRWE/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467530915658350770" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S-CSZkpIQLI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/lSkIsuWGRWE/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S-CSZ2srzVI/AAAAAAAAA1g/smriwIOpVh4/s1600/typewritter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467530920505101650" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S-CSZ2srzVI/AAAAAAAAA1g/smriwIOpVh4/s400/typewritter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S-CSadpqAWI/AAAAAAAAA1o/d8RocuOupO8/s1600/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467530930961383778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S-CSadpqAWI/AAAAAAAAA1o/d8RocuOupO8/s400/images3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've recieved about 5 letters in my life that have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; written on one of these beautiful machinnes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the first time I saw the neatly aligned letters, I fell in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure if I will ever own one but I would really like to, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to school early to do my work...now my work is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have another hour until class and would not like to think of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything real and thus the dreaming about typewritters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467530932535873746" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S-CSajhC0NI/AAAAAAAAA1w/_9XWkS09QzI/s400/tw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-5511423259670762506?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5511423259670762506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5511423259670762506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5511423259670762506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5511423259670762506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-typewritter.html' title='I want a typewritter.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S-CSZkpIQLI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/lSkIsuWGRWE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-21240694862636518</id><published>2010-05-01T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:45:11.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER ADVENTURE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am ridiculously thrilled to announce that I got a job for the summer and I will be jetting off on this amazing summer adventure in June. There are so many things I am looking forward to! But I will just share a few!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466386734771612722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S9yBxer4LDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/liH00qvErjs/s400/airplane.bmp" border="0" /&gt; I haven't been on an airplane in many years so that alone makes this summer plan exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S9yBxpbilxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1FBpBoJKzGg/s1600/love_to_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466386737655879442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S9yBxpbilxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1FBpBoJKzGg/s400/love_to_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second and probably biggest reason of all that I am excited is that I will be signing for almost 2 months straight! It is a summer camp for Deaf kids! I love kids and haven't had the opportunity to sign with them much so this will be a totally new experience! I'll also get to work with Deaf adults and that always helps me learn and appreciate Deaf culture so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466386739601131378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S9yBxwrUx3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/95Yb5er7s78/s400/connecticut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And last but not least I will be in Connecticut! I can hardly believe it! I have been to very few states in my life and find this to be a tragedy but now I will get to travel! Even if I just go there I will be excited but the states are so close back there I will probably get to visit a couple more on my weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I will miss my family and be a tiny bit sad to miss a Disneyland trip, this is going to be the chance of a life time and what a perfect time to take advantage of this time in my life where I'm just waiting for what's next! I love it! I'm stoked! I just wish it was here now!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&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/3663168182059590798-21240694862636518?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/21240694862636518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=21240694862636518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/21240694862636518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/21240694862636518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-adventure.html' title='SUMMER ADVENTURE!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S9yBxer4LDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/liH00qvErjs/s72-c/airplane.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6311083897858941802</id><published>2010-04-22T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:40:57.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mine,mine,mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S9EHOn_P6vI/AAAAAAAAA0I/wsgoO_Qn7tw/s1600/finding_nemo_seagulls_sydney_harbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463155770810952434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S9EHOn_P6vI/AAAAAAAAA0I/wsgoO_Qn7tw/s400/finding_nemo_seagulls_sydney_harbour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE, with a capitol H and more passion, waiting.Stupid August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pleased with my life, but I've forgotten that it's just that, &lt;em&gt;mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;only 3 weeks until I'm done with school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully soon after that I will embark on an amazing summer adventure!&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/3663168182059590798-6311083897858941802?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6311083897858941802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6311083897858941802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6311083897858941802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6311083897858941802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/04/mineminemine.html' title='mine,mine,mine.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S9EHOn_P6vI/AAAAAAAAA0I/wsgoO_Qn7tw/s72-c/finding_nemo_seagulls_sydney_harbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8339971988196060998</id><published>2010-04-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:47:47.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; My friday night "date" will consist of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460885008968105362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S8j1-47MvZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ZX6UqqMy3jM/s400/1046492330_0ea74e47b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460885018137189618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S8j1_bFR3PI/AAAAAAAAA0A/m1mYU7BCCHk/s400/Jan+6+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this cutie, obviosly a big sis/lil bro date is way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;over due when this was pretty much our last one, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;years and a few feet shorter ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not sure if I'm bitter or accepting at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8339971988196060998?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8339971988196060998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8339971988196060998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8339971988196060998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8339971988196060998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-night.html' title='Friday night.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S8j1-47MvZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ZX6UqqMy3jM/s72-c/1046492330_0ea74e47b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5832863020376887943</id><published>2010-04-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:27:04.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get the news.</title><content type='html'>Come July or August when I hear back from school about my application I will be prepared to do one of two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;If I get accepted: I will celebrate like crazy for awhile and cry tears of joy and relief that I actually did it and that I don't have to wait anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; If I don't get accepted:I will let myself wallow in self pity for one day and one day only, I will cry and eat tons of ice cream and be depressed and lay in bed and not do anything, for one full day. The next day I will get up and move on. I will implement a strongly formulated "Plan B" and figure things out in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to have a plan, even if it's a plan to have a plan. Hopefully this is all ok with my Heavenly Father because he is the one who has always tried to painstakingly teach me not to rely or be dead set on one option :) Hopeing the best for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459487393469545346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S8P-29d5u4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/VV5VRxlrjvo/s400/208_339.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Someday I'd love to have this wall art.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-5832863020376887943?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5832863020376887943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5832863020376887943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5832863020376887943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5832863020376887943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-get-news.html' title='When I get the news.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S8P-29d5u4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/VV5VRxlrjvo/s72-c/208_339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4590711842506991595</id><published>2010-03-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:56:10.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I had been so terrified to trust,so many times I’d been reduced to dust"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I somehow keep picking out the negative words in these songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Well I’ve been treated like a valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That’s been ripped apart and left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’m a fragile girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In a crazy careless world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dreams were torn and scattered on the floor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;about 10 months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451193319710990722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S6aHcU9bIYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gxO-M3aiUkA/s320/0312001731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently not enough time for me to recover from a destroyed heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my eyes hurt, this is the only thing they produce water for, for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they won't reason with me like they do about other topics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't shake this right now and don't know why or how to end it.&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/3663168182059590798-4590711842506991595?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4590711842506991595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4590711842506991595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4590711842506991595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4590711842506991595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-been-so-terrified-to-trustso-many.html' title='&quot;I had been so terrified to trust,so many times I’d been reduced to dust&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S6aHcU9bIYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gxO-M3aiUkA/s72-c/0312001731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3397177980827473530</id><published>2010-03-14T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:08:12.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe being ignored is better than getting an answer you didn't expect/want.</title><content type='html'>Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Cali tommrrow for the whole week without school,work, or an reminders of Gilbert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448552798888893282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S50l5yW7m2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/aEf3l4Then0/s400/may+26+202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-3397177980827473530?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3397177980827473530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3397177980827473530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3397177980827473530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3397177980827473530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-being-ignored-is-better-than.html' title='maybe being ignored is better than getting an answer you didn&apos;t expect/want.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S50l5yW7m2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/aEf3l4Then0/s72-c/may+26+202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-1758158085709709338</id><published>2010-03-11T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:02:43.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything is on track for my IPP application!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One more homework and one more midterm until SPRING BREAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I get to go to CA soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will get to see my Best Friend soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will get to stay at Tyler &amp;amp; Hollie's house maybe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm pretty happy right now and have no real complaints, I know that's new but hopefully it'll be more constant for awhile ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-1758158085709709338?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1758158085709709338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=1758158085709709338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1758158085709709338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1758158085709709338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-is-on-track-for-my-ipp.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-685018835039928843</id><published>2010-03-11T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:14:47.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is my new favorite artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S5kVj7_ppXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/niSfbRr9laY/s1600-h/Francesca%2BBattistelli%2Bl_cc75de528a51040f8b765407970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447408931425592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S5kVj7_ppXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/niSfbRr9laY/s320/Francesca%2BBattistelli%2Bl_cc75de528a51040f8b765407970b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I don't know how old she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or how she grew up or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;how she became a Christian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she has somehow gotten inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my head and heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and we think and feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;exactly the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm so thankful for this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don’t know how it is You looked at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And saw the person that I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Awakening my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Breaking through the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Suddenly Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Like sunlight burning at midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Making my life something so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mercy reaching to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You are so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Now there’s a joy inside I can’t contain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But even perfect days can end in rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And though it’s pouring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I see You through the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shining on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But I have just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Changing by Your grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~Francesca Battistelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-685018835039928843?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/685018835039928843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=685018835039928843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/685018835039928843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/685018835039928843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S5kVj7_ppXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/niSfbRr9laY/s72-c/Francesca%2BBattistelli%2Bl_cc75de528a51040f8b765407970b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-700738505702605086</id><published>2010-03-01T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:29:10.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4yumPp2LaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oPDIqHW7U9Y/s1600-h/CIMG6760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443918021644397986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4yumPp2LaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oPDIqHW7U9Y/s320/CIMG6760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When watching old pictures fly across my laptop screen today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never again will I let someone push me around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;make me feel small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;make me feel unworthy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;make me feel bad about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never again will I let myself be so bossy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I admit it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I am learning from my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I also saw today that one of my classes transferred wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this means trying to figure out official school stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;which I totally hate doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and worst case scenario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no certificate, no way I can apply for the program,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and even worst...more school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-700738505702605086?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/700738505702605086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=700738505702605086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/700738505702605086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/700738505702605086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-watching-old-pictures-fly-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4yumPp2LaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oPDIqHW7U9Y/s72-c/CIMG6760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7281420595090201389</id><published>2010-02-25T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:11:58.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie Croft minus Best Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au-SM2gXI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vx0djOaIz7k/s1600-h/Oct+18+224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442229584784687474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au-SM2gXI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vx0djOaIz7k/s320/Oct+18+224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au8zt6PaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/jk3ODVuqbTM/s1600-h/Oct+18+239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442229559421975970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au8zt6PaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/jk3ODVuqbTM/s320/Oct+18+239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au7-3KioI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FZvlIDve960/s1600-h/may+26+406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442229545233713794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au7-3KioI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FZvlIDve960/s320/may+26+406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au7PBV0rI/AAAAAAAAAww/vgpnfLrJJx0/s1600-h/Feb+9+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442229532391494322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au7PBV0rI/AAAAAAAAAww/vgpnfLrJJx0/s320/Feb+9+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au6C0YhUI/AAAAAAAAAwo/v3GEy5obkGo/s1600-h/Sept+16+09+191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442229511936050498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au6C0YhUI/AAAAAAAAAwo/v3GEy5obkGo/s320/Sept+16+09+191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Taylor.&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-7281420595090201389?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7281420595090201389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7281420595090201389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7281420595090201389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7281420595090201389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/02/julie-croft-minus-best-friend.html' title='Julie Croft minus Best Friend.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4au-SM2gXI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vx0djOaIz7k/s72-c/Oct+18+224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4319132310064243674</id><published>2010-02-25T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:03:45.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter minus Lonely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as_QHo39I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Q8t71CI22Nk/s1600-h/Sept+16+09+511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442227402382565330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as_QHo39I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Q8t71CI22Nk/s320/Sept+16+09+511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as-wX0ObI/AAAAAAAAAwY/VHhuuOSF6pY/s1600-h/Dec+20+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442227393860483506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as-wX0ObI/AAAAAAAAAwY/VHhuuOSF6pY/s320/Dec+20+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as-Np4DYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WNXUrPsrEjg/s1600-h/oct+27+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442227384540990850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as-Np4DYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WNXUrPsrEjg/s320/oct+27+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as9huN5aI/AAAAAAAAAwI/sS6vDZnM3g0/s1600-h/Dec+20+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442227372748039586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as9huN5aI/AAAAAAAAAwI/sS6vDZnM3g0/s320/Dec+20+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as9KuaYxI/AAAAAAAAAwA/V4IpjKlznfA/s1600-h/Dec+20+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442227366574842642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as9KuaYxI/AAAAAAAAAwA/V4IpjKlznfA/s320/Dec+20+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss Hollie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-4319132310064243674?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4319132310064243674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4319132310064243674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4319132310064243674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4319132310064243674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/02/bitter-minus-lonely.html' title='Bitter minus Lonely.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4as_QHo39I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Q8t71CI22Nk/s72-c/Sept+16+09+511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4797655823530281876</id><published>2010-02-20T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:44:52.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more hours of justice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's the only thing that's ever truly been mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found it on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I interviewed on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I worked on my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I worked hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I worked hard enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get promoted on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shared it with people but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was mine to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like my private tree house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I could extend an invitation to others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at the end of the day it was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I just feel this way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz it feels like quitting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and really it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But like my Dad says I'm just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"doing what's best for me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope it is the best thing and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that somehow, something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with give me this same feeling again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440550814040684066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4C4I91bdiI/AAAAAAAAAv4/8Isxw6icHbs/s400/CIMG7866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4797655823530281876?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4797655823530281876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4797655823530281876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4797655823530281876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4797655823530281876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/02/7-more-hours-of-justice.html' title='7 more hours of justice.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4C4I91bdiI/AAAAAAAAAv4/8Isxw6icHbs/s72-c/CIMG7866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3239262709776858250</id><published>2010-02-10T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:17:21.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S3OP9lwHifI/AAAAAAAAAvw/JtJfyhNc0wM/s1600-h/0209001020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436847463435045362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S3OP9lwHifI/AAAAAAAAAvw/JtJfyhNc0wM/s400/0209001020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I believe alot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately I've had my belief in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;renewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that love conquers all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;negative,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bitter,&lt;br /&gt;or just lonely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As one of my new favorite songs says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If I thought love was just a word,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I might feel the same way too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there's so much more than that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's waiting here for you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus Christ is LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This statement is truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so why then do people clam to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a relationship with him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and still not understand it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe alot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some more strongly than others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus = LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVE for him = love for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the end. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy almost valentines day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-3239262709776858250?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3239262709776858250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3239262709776858250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3239262709776858250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3239262709776858250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S3OP9lwHifI/AAAAAAAAAvw/JtJfyhNc0wM/s72-c/0209001020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6265047969416904759</id><published>2010-02-06T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:59:43.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S25VuhfrS0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/5qd7uRiuo6s/s1600-h/black_white_summer_sundresses_9-17-09.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376058036341570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S25VuhfrS0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/5qd7uRiuo6s/s400/black_white_summer_sundresses_9-17-09.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I wanna &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; young,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and have a pretty new dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;that I can put some heels on with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and extra eye make up and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;go out in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[dress picture from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/summerdress"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/summerdress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&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/3663168182059590798-6265047969416904759?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6265047969416904759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6265047969416904759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6265047969416904759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6265047969416904759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna-feel-young-and-have-pretty-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S25VuhfrS0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/5qd7uRiuo6s/s72-c/black_white_summer_sundresses_9-17-09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3180875245360520306</id><published>2010-02-04T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:05:48.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If I lived in an apartment the kitchen would look exactly like my home one does now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mac &amp;amp; cheese in the making, cheese wizz and saltines as an appitizer, backback and laptop on the comunter from just getting done with school and just needing to get more school done. And of course it would be covered in PINK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fridge and pantry would be packed with much more veggie-friendly-ness and there would be 2 less razors in my shower and less clothes on my floor &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a little while my favorite people wouldn't be home. You know those ones that mostly share my DNA and facial features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't get to discuss random drama with Tracie in the middle of the day in that small time when we were both here at the same time and have her burst into song in answer to my question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't be able to hear Amie's sweet voice above the blaring radio, or Hannah on her clarenet or Tanner on his Cello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woulddn't get to say Goodnight to my Dad a zillion time before we both actually end up in our rooms or ask him why he didn't tell me I had stuff on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britt wouldn't be there for me to vent to or her to vent to me in our various states of readyness for the day, her hair in a towl or me rolling out of bed without brushing my hair yet or just saying good morning and then bye before one of us leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't get to call Tanner a "beautiful man flower" or realize that it's not just me that he doesn't like to talk to on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't have Amie as my shiny example of reading her scriptures everynight before bed and going to bed on time and prepaing for the next day before the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt; I do miss my Hollie and brother Tyler alot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Hollie and I giggling like little girls at a yucky word and waking up and telling her my bizzar dreams and dancing and going to the grocery store together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Tyler's joking with, at and about me and laughing really hard and him always being right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I'm really lucky when it comes to family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read my friends blog post about her brother that passed away when they were young and it made me think about these crazy wonderful people that I have in my life, that no matter what support me and I love them with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's a good day for my positivity level about living at home...again, at 21. Good thing they are so freakishly entertaining and heart warming! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434574583557726578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S2t8ykZTIXI/AAAAAAAAAvg/O2XaBxhdmh8/s400/DSC_0028.jpg" border="0" /&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/3663168182059590798-3180875245360520306?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3180875245360520306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3180875245360520306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3180875245360520306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3180875245360520306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-thinking.html' title='I was thinking...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S2t8ykZTIXI/AAAAAAAAAvg/O2XaBxhdmh8/s72-c/DSC_0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4741139447560934350</id><published>2010-01-28T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:47:09.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years old.</title><content type='html'>It's like I'm back to that time when brooms would fly over my head.&lt;br /&gt;And a vague recollection of hiding behind the couch comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of their yelling burned perfectly into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one that was the messenger,&lt;br /&gt;back and forth between both parties&lt;br /&gt;seeing them at their worst.&lt;br /&gt;The shaking with anger didn't come til later in my life,&lt;br /&gt;but that same intensity was there in those memories.&lt;br /&gt;I clam up and shut down just like I was a little kid again&lt;br /&gt;not 21 years old...&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you let your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4741139447560934350?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4741139447560934350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4741139447560934350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4741139447560934350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4741139447560934350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/6-years-old.html' title='6 years old.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-3136178115356454031</id><published>2010-01-25T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:51:17.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over(whelmed)it</title><content type='html'>uhhhhhhhhh 4 days into school and I'm starting to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I just read the syllabus to a class and that alone makes me feel like I'm&lt;br /&gt;drownding in homework and assignments and due dates that haven't&lt;br /&gt;even started yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for this semester and love where I'm at with my education...&lt;br /&gt;it's just going to be a huge diffrence from my peiece of cake the previous one was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does all this mean?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't fully decided yet because I go back and forth sometimes&lt;br /&gt;when I should really just make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna make a decision...decision made&lt;/em&gt;." - Baby Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-3136178115356454031?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3136178115356454031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=3136178115356454031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3136178115356454031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/3136178115356454031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/overwhelmedit.html' title='over(whelmed)it'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7727569323644715206</id><published>2010-01-21T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:17:18.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1itqO69FEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/088o13S5kRM/s1600-h/0118001738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429280291866612802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1itqO69FEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/088o13S5kRM/s320/0118001738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started school again Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday was a day off so I went with Tracie to get our nails done. I still had my gift certificate from my birthday to use so I thought "What the Heck!?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think they are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1iyUfi-t2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/M_kdqLCh-4U/s1600-h/116Pfn2O8fL__SL500_AA247_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429285415930476386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1iyUfi-t2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/M_kdqLCh-4U/s320/116Pfn2O8fL__SL500_AA247_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt;/temptation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have ZERO funds right now but it seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I get on my computer I end up debating about just ordering it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know how much longer I can resist!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1iwjKbOQrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Q5NqDDRU2bA/s1600-h/Tyler%27s+picture+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429283468935578290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1iwjKbOQrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Q5NqDDRU2bA/s320/Tyler%27s+picture+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss this boy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean look at the cheesy smile. I can hardly remember what it's like for someone to make me so happy. Seriously, when I'd dealing with school crap or just not having a "positive attitude" kinda day, he slaps that smile back on my face without even trying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-7727569323644715206?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7727569323644715206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7727569323644715206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7727569323644715206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7727569323644715206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-started-school-again-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1itqO69FEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/088o13S5kRM/s72-c/0118001738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6356318992374984709</id><published>2010-01-19T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:44:15.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll admit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm nervous. Looking at beautiful things to calm me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family photo favorites &amp;amp; butterflies, hope it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428524318212388866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X-GxmeeAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/qnbZAfB5KCM/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428520918200723602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X7A3khqJI/AAAAAAAAAtg/pz3hLlrYt2o/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428520933088611458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X7BvCEzII/AAAAAAAAAto/naSincJY3Ng/s320/DSC_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428520941383430738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X7CN7tslI/AAAAAAAAAtw/E9SMXXza5z8/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428520949110859730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X7CquE59I/AAAAAAAAAt4/uDJqMnS7XPc/s320/DSC_0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428522313184340770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X8SESiayI/AAAAAAAAAuA/SeScuBaZ5Hs/s320/DSC_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428522329827504802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X8TCSk8qI/AAAAAAAAAuI/4wfrGMxsyK8/s320/DSC_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428522339544424914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X8TmfRYdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oAFlXuyQNeQ/s320/DSC_0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428522350528923618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X8UPaLh-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/aDlx7WSZPGQ/s320/DSC_0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428522363002441106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X8U94GTZI/AAAAAAAAAug/oDP1lxfCRuY/s320/DSC_0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One word: LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-6356318992374984709?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6356318992374984709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6356318992374984709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6356318992374984709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6356318992374984709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-admit.html' title='I&apos;ll admit...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S1X-GxmeeAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/qnbZAfB5KCM/s72-c/DSC_0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5520381276136144414</id><published>2010-01-14T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:20:35.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when it's finally time for bed, my mind doesn't want to sleep. So I get on my lap-top in my nice dark room with my baby sister already in dream land just a few feet from me, instead of sleeping. I do feel a bit guilty typing but she's not such a light sleeper like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not sleeping I'm thinking because to be honest not alot of that goes on during my day. I've achieved an auto-pilot, cruise control mind set. Work, drive, work, drive, sometimes eat. None of which requires much original thought or deep pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about girly things. I try not to think about money, school, work, my future-well some more stressful aspects of it, cuz those thoughts find their way to the front of my mind too often, guess my cruise control needs adjusting. I also tend to read my favorite blogs and that adds to my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Tonight I think I realized something : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In these last months of hurting and learning I never really gave up certain dreams. I tried and I truly thought I could live without them, maybe I could but don't want to. I feel silly thinking of such foolish girly things. Maybe tomorrow I'll think more clearly and figure out what I mean.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-5520381276136144414?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5520381276136144414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5520381276136144414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5520381276136144414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5520381276136144414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-1955665387849309709</id><published>2010-01-11T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:28:47.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering mind.</title><content type='html'>I've been all over the place lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years resolutions still haven't been thought of/written down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuma is on the opposite side of my "places I love" list currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is necessary yet unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an unsatisfiable sweet tooth. This makes trying to start a diet nearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading can make my very moody, or add to an existing mood so I must be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still unhealed but learning to be strong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially started my pink kitchen dream thanks to my Best Friend Taylor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a short while til school starts and there is already crap I need to deal with...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I'm putting off writing an e-mail to someone I am most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get used to living at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has become more of a stress and less of something that's enjoyable lately, guess I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of I got my first jury summons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people leave. SD and Flagstaff are also on that "places I'm not pleased with" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425686823745574578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S0vpa2_fVrI/AAAAAAAAAso/k3OBeOm4d7k/s320/up_kevin_russell_dug_carl-thumb-550x303-18185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I tell you something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; here goes..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-1955665387849309709?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1955665387849309709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=1955665387849309709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1955665387849309709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1955665387849309709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/wandering-mind.html' title='wandering mind.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S0vpa2_fVrI/AAAAAAAAAso/k3OBeOm4d7k/s72-c/up_kevin_russell_dug_carl-thumb-550x303-18185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2883336168260211507</id><published>2009-12-26T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:29:28.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can taste the vanilla twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I lie awake and miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd send a postcard to you, dear'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I wish you were here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll watch the night turn light-blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's not the same without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The silence isn't so bad'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Til I look at my hands and feel sad'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll find repose in new ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause cold nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chills me to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But drenched in vanilla twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Waist-deep in thought because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I think of you I don't feel so alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As many times as I blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'ll think of you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When violet eyes get brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'ll taste the sky and feel alive again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I swear I won't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, if my voice could reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back through the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh darling, I wish you were here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel a clam settle in my chest knowing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've found something better&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet wonder when I won't have the urge to egg his car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419782899116296578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/Szbv1N2QSYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nT0MP5gXcoU/s320/may+26+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-2883336168260211507?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2883336168260211507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2883336168260211507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2883336168260211507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2883336168260211507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-can-taste-vanilla-twilight.html' title='I can taste the vanilla twilight.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/Szbv1N2QSYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nT0MP5gXcoU/s72-c/may+26+097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6173365547513274473</id><published>2009-12-21T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:52:58.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;1. speeding tickets&lt;br /&gt;2. spending money&lt;br /&gt;3. feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I love:&lt;br /&gt;1. web cam&lt;br /&gt;2. working w/Kendall&lt;br /&gt;3. FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. wrap presents&lt;br /&gt;2. move eh...&lt;br /&gt;3. go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. go to CA&lt;br /&gt;2. not work today&lt;br /&gt;3. eat a churro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-6173365547513274473?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6173365547513274473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6173365547513274473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6173365547513274473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6173365547513274473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/12/3s.html' title='3&apos;s'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-287814888307301661</id><published>2009-12-08T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:24:33.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/Sx6YedJudLI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HFd2CpfiKEU/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412931451134833842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/Sx6YedJudLI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HFd2CpfiKEU/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many times a day can the voice in my head shout :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T THINK ABOUT IT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T THINK ABOUT IT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T THINK ABOUT IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T THINK ABOUT IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T THINK ABOUT IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...ok maybe just this once &amp;amp; then my chest hurts again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T THINK ABOUT IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T THINK ABOUT IT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T THINK ABOUT IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even wanna think about things that could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good cuz that's how it started out last time &amp;amp; now look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where I'm at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[photo compaments of my new favorite blog melissabxoxo.blogspot.com]&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-287814888307301661?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/287814888307301661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=287814888307301661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/287814888307301661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/287814888307301661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-many-times-day-can-voice-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/Sx6YedJudLI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HFd2CpfiKEU/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7179170161794459176</id><published>2009-12-03T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:37:29.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"when I don't measure up to much in this life, I'm a treasure in the arms of Christ"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve been angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It never happened to me before but ever since it’s been pretty constant.&lt;br /&gt;This emotion grabs hold of the hole where my heart was and fills it full.&lt;br /&gt;The sensation pulls it into silent rage and despair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until I realize…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is there for me &amp;amp; has felt this too.&lt;br /&gt;This realization is why I now have a picture of the Savior in my car.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had one everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;He is my “heart-burn medicine” so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;He cools the anger in which I become so tightly bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know He loves me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truth still doesn’t make it easy but at least it dulls the pain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm trying, which is all I can ask myself to do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this life I know what I've been But here in your arms I know what I am&lt;/em&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/3663168182059590798-7179170161794459176?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7179170161794459176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7179170161794459176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7179170161794459176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7179170161794459176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-dont-measure-up-to-much-in-this.html' title='&quot;when I don&apos;t measure up to much in this life, I&apos;m a treasure in the arms of Christ&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7042068987265628026</id><published>2009-11-24T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:01:02.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting down hours is better than counting down days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I only have hours before I leave campus and begin celebrating the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll tell you what I have been doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WORK -Justice &amp;amp; with my best little buddy the lovely miss Kendall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SCHOOL- and lots of it, only ONE more hour to get of my 45! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PLAY- not so much in this category but Hollie and I have our random adventures, Randy Day keeps me on my toes and I'd say some of my interpreting observation has been entertaining, how can it not be with a cute boy involved?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What I want:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seems I always crave stability, maybe it's a myth but I hope to someday attain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wanna get my Gallaudet application done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pink kitchen wishes are on the back burner for now but still in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&amp;amp; what I'm looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;buying/making Christmas presents! I have a few ideas I can't wait to try! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanksgiving/spending time with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NO SCHOOL ON THURSDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My life's been so crazy busy I haven't had time to think. Which isn't quite a bad thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I read this blog and almost every single time I read it I tear up. I know her heart is breaking and to a lesser extent I know what it's like to feel ruined...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Starting to worry about my upcoming free time cuz my mind will drift to areas of my thoughts that I have blocked off, locked up and barricaded so that I can function in everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407776926783489330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxIdpl7xTI/AAAAAAAAArw/0DcAfaV4g2s/s200/CAI9OQEWCAGI4L31CARBQGOYCADR879XCAWP5NWJCAP2CF4LCA8GHH91CA5105I5CA2IEVIECAGSR8HBCA7N00JBCAUU0WRLCAVACBC8CAKSCV8ICA351SF4CA70FIPMCATAURE8CAMKA6HWCAF2FSO2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxFiPBRzuI/AAAAAAAAArg/uSkhKBfBG0I/s1600/thanksgiving-turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxFh8wgE4I/AAAAAAAAArY/taNsH_LP_YM/s1600/ThanksgivingFeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407773702112678786" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxFh8wgE4I/AAAAAAAAArY/taNsH_LP_YM/s200/ThanksgivingFeast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxFg8-chSI/AAAAAAAAArI/nbZaMPwlEnI/s1600/CAI9OQEWCAGI4L31CARBQGOYCADR879XCAWP5NWJCAP2CF4LCA8GHH91CA5105I5CA2IEVIECAGSR8HBCA7N00JBCAUU0WRLCAVACBC8CAKSCV8ICA351SF4CA70FIPMCATAURE8CAMKA6HWCAF2FSO2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxFhbuJxGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ut4geCgjunI/s1600/thanksgiving12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407776935550989682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxIeKQRNXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/jQ_fqdsNywI/s200/thanksgiving-turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407776930748831250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxId4XWFhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8aXEtg9SJ00/s200/thanksgiving12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We will see...5 more hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-7042068987265628026?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7042068987265628026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7042068987265628026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7042068987265628026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7042068987265628026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/11/counting-down-hours-is-better-than.html' title='counting down hours is better than counting down days.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwxIdpl7xTI/AAAAAAAAArw/0DcAfaV4g2s/s72-c/CAI9OQEWCAGI4L31CARBQGOYCADR879XCAWP5NWJCAP2CF4LCA8GHH91CA5105I5CA2IEVIECAGSR8HBCA7N00JBCAUU0WRLCAVACBC8CAKSCV8ICA351SF4CA70FIPMCATAURE8CAMKA6HWCAF2FSO2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8072671726453900094</id><published>2009-11-19T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:23:31.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Magic is knowing there is more to life than this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;knowing that someday things will be better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and believing in that, with everything you can, makes things brighter&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405958914993302034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwXS_b6IKhI/AAAAAAAAArA/55SZFpk3ax4/s320/sunrise_01_406x304.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes I write and then go back and read it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8072671726453900094?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8072671726453900094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8072671726453900094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8072671726453900094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8072671726453900094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/11/magic-is-knowing-there-is-more-to-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SwXS_b6IKhI/AAAAAAAAArA/55SZFpk3ax4/s72-c/sunrise_01_406x304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7558262219856913171</id><published>2009-11-10T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:57:20.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my current dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaTexy_cI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WjgP8ZrQCJA/s1600-h/pink-kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518887477738946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaTexy_cI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WjgP8ZrQCJA/s200/pink-kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaTvMUp4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/9ZWS6XGDWYM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518891883964290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaTvMUp4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/9ZWS6XGDWYM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaTItp2JI/AAAAAAAAAqo/dEOgP9HXO9o/s1600-h/main1_web_PinkKitchen_014nms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518881554782354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaTItp2JI/AAAAAAAAAqo/dEOgP9HXO9o/s200/main1_web_PinkKitchen_014nms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaGzWDgvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZmgohjXnsqs/s1600-h/6a00d83451d38469e200e54f66e96f8833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518669660226290" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaGzWDgvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZmgohjXnsqs/s200/6a00d83451d38469e200e54f66e96f8833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaHmMmK-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/gfriHVygzWk/s1600-h/301.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaIX_CuHI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ftoJTg1K9Sw/s1600-h/2440446370_805a06599b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518696675686514" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaIX_CuHI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ftoJTg1K9Sw/s200/2440446370_805a06599b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaIByB04I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/v1xiphfzXes/s1600-h/2384052042_87df96f24f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518690715521922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaIByB04I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/v1xiphfzXes/s200/2384052042_87df96f24f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaHKIOcmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/auABLrOeF9I/s1600-h/41%252BVHx3lM1L__AA400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518675776238178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaHKIOcmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/auABLrOeF9I/s200/41%252BVHx3lM1L__AA400_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaS--kdDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BtUxw8heiEU/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518878941377586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaS--kdDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BtUxw8heiEU/s200/kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So maybe it's not a totally original dream but it's my dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;                      ...someday &amp;amp; that gives me something to hope for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3663168182059590798-7558262219856913171?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7558262219856913171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7558262219856913171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7558262219856913171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7558262219856913171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-current-dream.html' title='my current dream.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvmaTexy_cI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WjgP8ZrQCJA/s72-c/pink-kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5134273345314410207</id><published>2009-11-03T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:27:35.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Halloween.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvCdo1UlriI/AAAAAAAAApw/W_nteyEKgws/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399989278050987554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvCdo1UlriI/AAAAAAAAApw/W_nteyEKgws/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have done zero productive things today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesdays &amp;amp; Thursdays I have school and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;computer access so I should in theroy get things done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead I do the opposite, I do nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I really wish to do right now is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuddle up in my nice warm blanket at home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and enjoy my dwindling time with Hollie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saddly I have approxomately 6 hours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before I can do anything resembling this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've noticed lately that I'm not girly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love necklaces yet if I wear them I end up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking them off and shoving them in my purse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love bracelets but I'm very picky and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always aware of them, they just aren't comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rearly "do" my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear comfy clothes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which usually translaters into grubbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hollie says it takes years to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;become girly so until I have further reason &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to become so, I'll not worry about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Halloween already &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish that time would slow down because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; although I have no idea what I want right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know exactly what I don't want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-5134273345314410207?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5134273345314410207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5134273345314410207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5134273345314410207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5134273345314410207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-halloween.html' title='I miss Halloween.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SvCdo1UlriI/AAAAAAAAApw/W_nteyEKgws/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-5644824030917782722</id><published>2009-10-22T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:42:52.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm what cha said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY-0UD0WI/AAAAAAAAApU/PlNbi3zjl7k/s1600-h/0519091818_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480558551945570" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY-0UD0WI/AAAAAAAAApU/PlNbi3zjl7k/s320/0519091818_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY-q92X8I/AAAAAAAAApM/T_iA60WEF6k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480556042870722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY-q92X8I/AAAAAAAAApM/T_iA60WEF6k/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY_cKqiJI/AAAAAAAAApk/6Cea65sdWi8/s1600-h/0829090901_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480569249958034" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY_cKqiJI/AAAAAAAAApk/6Cea65sdWi8/s320/0829090901_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY_Ok1yUI/AAAAAAAAApc/_0zypoHkFZs/s1600-h/0715090949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480565601651010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY_Ok1yUI/AAAAAAAAApc/_0zypoHkFZs/s320/0715090949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to be boarder line obsessed with licence plates that said things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't taken one in awhile.&lt;/span&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/3663168182059590798-5644824030917782722?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5644824030917782722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=5644824030917782722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5644824030917782722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5644824030917782722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/mmm-what-cha-said.html' title='mmm what cha said.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SuCY-0UD0WI/AAAAAAAAApU/PlNbi3zjl7k/s72-c/0519091818_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8798467824144863392</id><published>2009-10-01T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:50:40.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am now an LBR2 at Justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(manager for all intensive purposes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have an Associate Degree with Distinction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am 21 years of age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am IN LOVE with Paramore's new album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting over things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and trying to live new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pleased with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and I have a new blog you should read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;livelifeandbebrave.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387735634674921842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SsUVA6iDMXI/AAAAAAAAApE/455WGA3rnCg/s320/4a656876403f6_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8798467824144863392?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8798467824144863392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=8798467824144863392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8798467824144863392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/8798467824144863392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/new.html' title='NEW.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SsUVA6iDMXI/AAAAAAAAApE/455WGA3rnCg/s72-c/4a656876403f6_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-1286633097278684121</id><published>2009-08-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:50:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dealio.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/back_to_school_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dealio.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/back_to_school_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My first day of school has consisted more of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;trying to waste time than actual classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The first two went well enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and aside from forgetting EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanted to bring with me this morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the day has gone by rather smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am SO EXCITED for my next 2 classes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cuz they have to do with my passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and what I want to do with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rest of my life!! YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&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/3663168182059590798-1286633097278684121?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1286633097278684121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=1286633097278684121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1286633097278684121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1286633097278684121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-day-of-school-has-consisted.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-4343650604355053008</id><published>2009-08-20T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:27:42.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me.</title><content type='html'>1. I sing over the noise of the blow dryer or vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like meat. Never have, never will.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sign language is the one thing in the world I feel I'm really good at.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate my nose, it's too long.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am very stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;6. I HATE fighting, or confrontation yet hate to have things unresolved.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can apply almost any lyric to my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;8. Needles, hamsters, the future and motherhood are my greatest fears.&lt;br /&gt;9. I've been in love only a few times but had my heart broken on countless occasions.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate lying.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have a CRAZY but wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;12. I prefer not to be in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;13. I could live off of bean and cheese burritos and egg sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;14. I still play the violin on occasion but wish I would practice more.&lt;br /&gt;15. I worry about...everything.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have no sense of direction what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;17. I LOVE the snow &amp;amp; cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;18. I look forward to the day I can own a real pet.&lt;br /&gt;19. I need to tell people things, the slightest of details bug me if I don't share them.&lt;br /&gt;20. I go to church because I want to.&lt;br /&gt;21. I don't like violence of any form.&lt;br /&gt;22. I'm a nerd and admit that i love school.&lt;br /&gt;23. I enjoy watching my siblings grow up and pray that they learn from my mistakes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it's hard to watch them be sad.&lt;br /&gt;24. Death is a concept that I haven't learned to handle well.&lt;br /&gt;25. I know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I've been having a really hard time lately. Things are rough in my life but I'm living. I try not to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; on everything that's going wrong because I do have a lot to be thankful for. I usually don't like to talk about my issues &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I can't express myself well. Someday things will turn around, til then I know who I am and can try to be a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-4343650604355053008?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4343650604355053008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=4343650604355053008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4343650604355053008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/4343650604355053008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/me.html' title='me.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-6254911174148097580</id><published>2009-08-04T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:02:02.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never posted about Wicked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My Beautiful sisters ready for the show.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366198554698120594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SniRJ3b-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/eKPocIrHC7Q/s320/July+12+001.jpg" /&gt;And Tanner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366198566913324034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SniRKk8UNAI/AAAAAAAAAoc/J70zCNH6P9M/s320/July+12+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366198559762908098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SniRKKThg8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/M86stW1FDR8/s320/July+12+005.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We decided to be very festive with out black and green attire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Standing by the wicked bus!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366198574872590322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SniRLCl89_I/AAAAAAAAAok/VIl1Xs-h3Z0/s320/July+12+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366198579045015346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SniRLSIvHzI/AAAAAAAAAos/I-BHKfdH9dw/s320/July+12+007.jpg" /&gt;And of course at jumping picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing time,&lt;br /&gt;the show was magical and amazing!&lt;br /&gt;It made us laugh and almost cry&lt;br /&gt;because of the huge amount of talent on one stage.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad &amp;amp; Britt for letting us have this&lt;br /&gt;once in a life time experience!&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/3663168182059590798-6254911174148097580?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6254911174148097580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=6254911174148097580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6254911174148097580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/6254911174148097580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-posted-about-wicked.html' title='I never posted about Wicked!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/SniRJ3b-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/eKPocIrHC7Q/s72-c/July+12+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8653071450927277683</id><published>2009-07-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:56:33.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interesting goings on lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week my car, Sunshine, got it's window shot out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cardboard and duct tape is not her style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today she got an insane flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd never experienced anything like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My car was shaking like crazy and I was mad at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but decided to pull over and have Tracie pick me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good thinking cuz then I saw the flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Music touches my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bestfriend Taylor, Tracie and her friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I went to The Fray &amp;amp; Jack's Mannequin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was beyond words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At times I felt close to tears it was so amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then I've dealt with some other emotional stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I keep it all in mostly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at random times I feel close to a break down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who knows when it'll all hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For now I'm trying to focus on being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;excited because I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The rest will pass or work itself out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me something to believe in,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A breath from the breathing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So write it down,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think that I'll close my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause lately I'm not dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what's the point in sleeping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just that at night,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got nowhere to hide.&lt;/strong&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/3663168182059590798-8653071450927277683?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-1600669090608538256</id><published>2009-06-23T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:12:50.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>substance from Tracie's ipod.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause I was born to tell you I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I am torn to do what I have to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to make you mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stay with me tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm tired of being all alone&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-1600669090608538256?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1600669090608538256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=1600669090608538256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1600669090608538256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/1600669090608538256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/substance-from-tracies-ipod.html' title='substance from Tracie&apos;s ipod.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-8052448916982876382</id><published>2009-06-11T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:31:32.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now my life consists of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;working at Justice still...ehh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;working with my cousin Kendall and it's so fun and rewarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;summer school, just one class but I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;living at Tyler and Hollie's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trying to wait patiently, only 11 months left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;spending any other time with my Best Friend Taylor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and that's pretty much it for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-8052448916982876382?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8052448916982876382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5339250322940755237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/5339250322940755237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/Sh1lPuMc4AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/N57HGCfkgeE/s72-c/May+27+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-994924345228827515</id><published>2009-05-13T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:37:25.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love me some AAAAAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got an A in my Intro to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Interpreting class!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm happy and relieved and elated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and over-joyed and grateful and proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all at the same time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it sounds a bit dramatic but doing this sign language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thing, to me, means following my passion and I did work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really hard in this class and studied hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when it came time for the final I just wasn't sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it would be enough. I even asked God if he could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe soften my teachers heart and help her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;realize how hard and long I'd studied and prepped for that test!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Maybe not the greatest thing to pray for but it was heart felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I was desperate!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say I'm really excited about my grade!!&lt;/div&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/3663168182059590798-994924345228827515?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/994924345228827515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=994924345228827515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/994924345228827515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/994924345228827515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-me-some-aaaaas.html' title='love me some AAAAAs'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-7733700525193197844</id><published>2009-05-11T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:56:23.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;At work the other day there was a wonderful little girl there having her birthday party and oh my goodness she was inspiring! She had a super short hair cut and I didn't really think anything of it until my boss said "what're we going to do with your hair?!" and then all her friends wanted to tell the story! They told us that a boy at her school had a type of bone cancer and all the boys at their school shaved their heads when he was going through chemo and she was they only girl in the whole school that did it in honor of that boy! She was so sweet and caring and only ten years old! I wish to be like that little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a great week last week with some spectacular phone calls making it extra special :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week is finals and I'm nervous but so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so ready for summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-7733700525193197844?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7733700525193197844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=7733700525193197844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7733700525193197844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/7733700525193197844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/05/jessica.html' title='Jessica.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663168182059590798.post-2285702775428372442</id><published>2009-05-02T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:27:54.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>irritation...not my favorite of moods to be in.</title><content type='html'>not getting what I asked for til the third time,&lt;br /&gt;Not being assertive enough to not have to wait,&lt;br /&gt;rude fast food workers,&lt;br /&gt;siblings not deciding or compromising,&lt;br /&gt;being blamed...&lt;br /&gt;I dislike being irritated &amp;amp; know I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331433491583915954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/Sf0Og3F617I/AAAAAAAAAlc/LNGTar5NLAQ/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I severely want a trundle bed right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663168182059590798-2285702775428372442?l=julieanncroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2285702775428372442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3663168182059590798&amp;postID=2285702775428372442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2285702775428372442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663168182059590798/posts/default/2285702775428372442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieanncroft.blogspot.com/2009/05/irritationnot-my-favorite-of-moods-to.html' title='irritation...not my favorite of moods to be in.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429350641068399620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/S4c1lSexAGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3RS02zG5Ogc/S220/Dec+20+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eO-tb7a8bA/Sf0Og3F617I/AAAAAAAAAlc/LNGTar5NLAQ/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
