<?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-6869733744765001702</id><updated>2011-08-07T08:05:37.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog. My World. My Adventures.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-4615634341947579639</id><published>2009-12-13T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:24:43.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Birfday Week.</title><content type='html'>This weekend turned out better than it started, that is for sure. Thursday night I got sick all of a sudden and was down for the count all of Friday. I really wanted to go out with Matt and some of his friends Friday but I couldn’t even move without feeling icky. I made up for it on Saturday. There was a surprise birthday party for his friend Nick that I attended and it was a lot of fun. Everything with Matt is fun though, so that is no surprise that I had a good time. Today being Sunday we did the usual and went and watched the Colts play at Nick’s house. It was fun, although the crowd didn’t seem as enthusiastic. Maybe it was from all of the beer the night before? I think so. Either way it was relaxing…which is exactly what I am doing right now. Listening to a little bit of Bowling for Soup (going to see them in Jan!), watching Monday Night Football and drinking some hot tea. Bliss. I just wish I was cuddled up to a certain someone, but that will have to wait for another night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to rewind a second. My birthday came Wednesday and Matt brought me downtown and we went to a concert. The Elms, Five for Fighting, Barenaked Ladies and All American Rejects played. It was a hell of a time (Thanks Matt!), except I recommend never seeing All American Rejects in person. They are terrible. We left after a few songs. Thankfully Matt and I were on the same page on that one! Going to have a beer or two was much more enjoyable. I was able to take a really cute picture of him as well. Yes, I will post it whether he likes it or not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SyWhxnicSMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nH6kGx75PxE/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SyWhxnicSMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nH6kGx75PxE/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414912000781994178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be busy with Holiday break coming up, but hopefully it will go fast. I am looking forward to going back to Minnesota and seeing family. It will definitely be a welcome break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone (my two readers) have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-4615634341947579639?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4615634341947579639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-birfday-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4615634341947579639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4615634341947579639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-birfday-week.html' title='Da Birfday Week.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SyWhxnicSMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nH6kGx75PxE/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-6000512810583875549</id><published>2009-12-08T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:03:55.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodgepodge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sx725PONwJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6oQ3f4GP6Hg/s1600-h/Us+BS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sx725PONwJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6oQ3f4GP6Hg/s320/Us+BS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413035265345044626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel a rush of emotions rein over me. It really changes with the second to how I am feeling. I am usually not like this. I am usually pretty even tempered, but not today. Today, I feel vulnerable. I feel scared. Wrapped up in all this uncertainty is one steady rock, Matt. He hasn’t been officially mentioned on this blog before so here it goes: Matt is the new man in my life. Although we have known each other for a few years we recently started dating. Being around him has made my life so happy, but I am also so nervous. I trust him 100%, and he does me BUT in any new relationship I worry. I haven’t been in one for years and this is all new to me. I just think this is going to be something special and I don’t want to mess it up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt makes me happy, but what doesn’t make me happy is money. Well, it does, but the lack of it sucks. I just can’t seem to catch up and it is really wearing me down. I didn’t think at 25 (holding on for one more day!) I would still be playing this no money game. When does it end? Can it soon? Please…I will be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I am holding onto 25 for one more day? Yes, it would seem like tomorrow is my 26th birthday. Not a year I am really looking forward to, but Matt is taking me to a concert so that should be fun! Hopefully it will help lift my spirits because I don’t want to be in this funk much longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post has ended up being a hodgepodge of things. I should probably stop by this place more. Don't make fun of me in that picture. I have had a few beers but it is a rare picture with BOTH of us. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-6000512810583875549?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6000512810583875549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/hodgepodge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/6000512810583875549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/6000512810583875549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/hodgepodge.html' title='Hodgepodge.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sx725PONwJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6oQ3f4GP6Hg/s72-c/Us+BS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-7784460825180942517</id><published>2009-10-22T02:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:22:56.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So, like I said I am kind of giddy. I am happy beyond words, speechless (really Molly, YOU?), content, ready for the future. That is why I post these songs. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8G0S5vgPGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8G0S5vgPGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEI5gXkGnR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEI5gXkGnR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UH0b44T7zD4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UH0b44T7zD4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ea0tYox17BA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ea0tYox17BA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-7784460825180942517?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7784460825180942517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/10/giddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7784460825180942517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7784460825180942517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/10/giddy.html' title='Giddy.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-6707605629469847924</id><published>2009-09-08T09:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:27:38.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Place, New Feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SqZbauEsQ9I/AAAAAAAAADo/Lb3Ut21Lc6Y/s1600-h/Circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SqZbauEsQ9I/AAAAAAAAADo/Lb3Ut21Lc6Y/s320/Circle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087319543071698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SqZbaNN7xrI/AAAAAAAAADg/kVKLj2L6AC4/s1600-h/Scottish+Rite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SqZbaNN7xrI/AAAAAAAAADg/kVKLj2L6AC4/s320/Scottish+Rite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087310723466930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SqZbZ8cFqfI/AAAAAAAAADY/B4iWi0xUWcw/s1600-h/Lucas+Oil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SqZbZ8cFqfI/AAAAAAAAADY/B4iWi0xUWcw/s320/Lucas+Oil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087306219432434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kind of neglected this thing lately. I have been thinking about just deleting it because I really don't use it as much as I initially intended to. Oh well, it will stay for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in Indiana, and I am completely loving it. When I returned I literally had tears running down my face as I was looking around downtown. I soon remembered why I moved here, why I love it here. It sure is good to be back. Lots has happened since I have been back within these few short weeks. I have a job again at my old school in Carmel (loving seeing the kiddos again), I have a place to live, I have signed up for hockey, and I have decided to go back to school for a new, but intense major. I am going to start spring semester and go back to school for Forensic Science. It is a tough major, but it is calling my name. I am beyond excited. I want to start now, I am tired of waiting and I want to someday have a powerful career. It is exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is not exciting? Being home today and not being able to move from the couch because I caught this darn flu that has been going around. Icky, just icky. Well, I must admit laying on the couch without an agenda CAN be nice. I am missing the first practice session of hockey tonight, but at least I will most likely be feeling okay for the actual start of the season next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is going on in my life. Content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-6707605629469847924?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6707605629469847924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/same-place-new-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/6707605629469847924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/6707605629469847924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/same-place-new-feeling.html' title='Same Place, New Feeling.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SqZbauEsQ9I/AAAAAAAAADo/Lb3Ut21Lc6Y/s72-c/Circle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-7406759265042444736</id><published>2009-07-22T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:47:45.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Town.</title><content type='html'>I am in a complete funk. I have been for a couple of days. Anything I think or do seems to bite me in the ass. I feel used, lost, confused and all together shitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ah well, such is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I guess not all posts can be happy, right. I deserve one of these?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-7406759265042444736?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7406759265042444736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/07/funky-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7406759265042444736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7406759265042444736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/07/funky-town.html' title='Funky Town.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-4104133115662594790</id><published>2009-07-17T00:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:07:08.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like These Songs. Do You Like These Songs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Falcon- Blackout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0bU_LGyyWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0bU_LGyyWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Falcon- La-Z-Boy 500&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xiCUXN6xNfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xiCUXN6xNfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rancid- Red Hot Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AEw1c2dt1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AEw1c2dt1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lagwagon - Change Despair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNcOyC2SfiY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNcOyC2SfiY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-4104133115662594790?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4104133115662594790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-these-songs-do-you-like-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4104133115662594790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4104133115662594790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-these-songs-do-you-like-these.html' title='I Like These Songs. Do You Like These Songs?'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-4135149572632722393</id><published>2009-07-10T00:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:35:17.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, but no sleepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SlbExB_qVlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IXc6NRJwXuI/s1600-h/DSCF0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SlbExB_qVlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IXc6NRJwXuI/s320/DSCF0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356685153431869010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally I am sitting down for the day. I hear the rumbling of thunder outside and I think my bed is calling my name but here I sit at the computer. It has been raining a bit tonight but I was able to watch all of Paul's game without it getting rained out. He had a really good game and I have enjoyed going to watch them. Quite a few old buddies from high school play on that team and it is great to reconnect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking me if I am moving back to Minnesota, and I am fairly certain I am. I miss it here. I want to get my life in order and this is the time to start. There are some things that I need to hold back on and let time tell what will happen and that has been tough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been moving nonstop for days, and I love it. I love to feel busy. Tomorrow there isn't much going on though. I might try to hit up Fun Days in North Mankato. Maybe eat some fried food and find a ride that will fall apart on me. Sounds like an enjoyable night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay, I am so tired that I have lost my train of thought. I will write myself a note not to post a blog when I am tired from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-4135149572632722393?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4135149572632722393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired-but-no-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4135149572632722393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4135149572632722393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired-but-no-sleepy.html' title='Tired, but no sleepy.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SlbExB_qVlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IXc6NRJwXuI/s72-c/DSCF0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-7580103383934525934</id><published>2009-06-23T13:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:21:50.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnesoooooooooota.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SkEOdAoTobI/AAAAAAAAADI/0XXTeEWkd50/s1600-h/DSCF0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SkEOdAoTobI/AAAAAAAAADI/0XXTeEWkd50/s320/DSCF0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350573723840913842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SkEOc6PpzkI/AAAAAAAAADA/T2BhcIvgpfI/s1600-h/DSCF0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SkEOc6PpzkI/AAAAAAAAADA/T2BhcIvgpfI/s320/DSCF0166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350573722126896706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SkEOcoPwVxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_OTEIEEm1hU/s1600-h/DSCF0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SkEOcoPwVxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_OTEIEEm1hU/s320/DSCF0126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350573717295486738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh Minnesota. I have missed you. I guess you never know what you really have until you leave for a few years. I just got back from going to Minnesota with my friend Cyndi. We stayed for a week and we were able to keep quite busy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch the Cubbies and Twins play at Wrigley and while it rained in the morning it was still a great time! I definitely shouldn't have had three beers before noon and no food b/c I left Wrigley with one of the worse migraines I have ever had. Nonetheless it was fun and I hope to get back there for one more game! If not I am at least seeing the Twins play in July. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we left Chicago early Sunday morning and got into Minnesota by 4. I can't believe it didn't take longer to get back but it was a fairly smooth drive. Had dinner with the 'rents, hot tubed and got some rest for the next day. Over the next few days we hung out at my brother and sister-in-laws place, went to the Mall of America (where I bought some awesome sunglasses), watched a little softball (and reconnected with an old friend), had a BBQ and met the sweetest little girl, and finally went to see Joey Cape. It was quite a full week but a ton of fun! I really didn't want to leave but atlas our time had come to head back to Indiana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something while making the trek back "home" to Indiana. It might not really ever be my home. I love the city, yes and I have made some great relationships but family is family and I miss having them around. I can be honest with them and I miss seeing my nephews grow. Big decisions are going to be made pretty soon. I need to do something for my FUTURE and not just live for the now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this said I am going back to Minnesota on July 1st. I figured "why not" since I am not working this summer and my parents asked me to be around for the 4th. I am going to make the journey alone (well my pup too) and spend a week or two in the tundra (although it is quite hot there right now) before figuring out what to do next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-7580103383934525934?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7580103383934525934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/06/minnesoooooooooota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7580103383934525934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7580103383934525934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/06/minnesoooooooooota.html' title='Minnesoooooooooota.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SkEOdAoTobI/AAAAAAAAADI/0XXTeEWkd50/s72-c/DSCF0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-8379072138076662938</id><published>2009-06-08T19:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:50:19.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting-Exciting-Exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Si2jUfjO5KI/AAAAAAAAACw/fSthjgJHSBo/s1600-h/DSCF0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Si2jUfjO5KI/AAAAAAAAACw/fSthjgJHSBo/s320/DSCF0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345107905220633762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Si2i-EbK-iI/AAAAAAAAACo/Yt_bxUhGy5o/s1600-h/n63901550_32144075_9014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Si2i-EbK-iI/AAAAAAAAACo/Yt_bxUhGy5o/s320/n63901550_32144075_9014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345107519981943330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you haven't been able to tell I have an exciting (to me anyway) weekend and week coming up. Why you ask? I am going to make favorite place on earth (Wrigley!) with my favorite couple (Cyndi and Nick!). We are going to be meeting up with some friends from Minnesota and the weather looks like it is going to be beau-ti-ful! Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our fun journey to Chicago (where I am going to take a lot of pictures to prove it is fun) Cyndi and I are doing a girls week in my stomping grounds- Minne-soooooooota-. Awesomeness. Yes. I haven't seen my family in a while and the last time I was there it wasn't for circumstances that were fun. This time it is ALL about fun. We are staying at the lake cabin so there will be boating, relaxing, reading, sun tanning and also Joey Cape(ing). It will be fun to show Cyndi the Twin Cities along with the Mankaaaaatoooooooo area. You know what else is great? Well, I will tell you...we are BOTH bringing our doggies (who have become quite good friends) Tallulah and Shelby Doodle. I know Cyndi will miss her hubby but hopefully I will be a good snuggle buddy while we are away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo...that is why I am SO exited and why I can't wait for it to be Saturday. Good times will be had by all. Also, if I do have more then two readers (which I doubt) and you are reading this and you will be in Chicago let me know and we will meet up for a cold beverage. Deal? Deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-8379072138076662938?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8379072138076662938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/06/exciting-exciting-exciting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/8379072138076662938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/8379072138076662938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/06/exciting-exciting-exciting.html' title='Exciting-Exciting-Exciting'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Si2jUfjO5KI/AAAAAAAAACw/fSthjgJHSBo/s72-c/DSCF0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-6754063910725353967</id><published>2009-05-14T18:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:40:42.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Cyndi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sgyd3aSV56I/AAAAAAAAACg/4DCPzm5Gfz0/s1600-h/IMG00780%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sgyd3aSV56I/AAAAAAAAACg/4DCPzm5Gfz0/s320/IMG00780%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335813233801815970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sgyd3CobH0I/AAAAAAAAACY/uOg20gYR6GA/s1600-h/IMG00779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sgyd3CobH0I/AAAAAAAAACY/uOg20gYR6GA/s320/IMG00779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335813227451981634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to Cyndi Shutters. She told me to write a blog and here I sit, writing. It is going to  be a pretty boring blog, but it is a blog nonetheless.  Let’s start out by saying it is gorgeous outside! It really couldn’t be any nicer…well I would enjoy it more if there was an ocean nearby. Why can’t Indiana have an ocean? I love to swim, I love to fish, I really like to walk on the sand, but there isn’t really any of that around here. I think I should move to Hawaii. I have always been happiest when I am there. It smells nice, the people are nice, and dogs are allowed in most grocery stores. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this blog has gotten off track. Not sure there was a track that I was going to take but…yeah…anyway. I had my review at work a couple of days ago. I am sooooooooooooo excited! My boss didn’t have ONE negative thing to say. I really hope that if I stay there next year that means I can work with my Cyndi. We could do good things together. I know it. Tomorrow is the Mini 500 at my school. How cute is it going to be seeing babies to five years olds racing around the track on their bikes. Cute I say, cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just now starting to hit me how excited I am for the Cubs vs. Twins game! My new Cubbies jersey came in the mail today (I got a killer deal on it). It is going to be fuuuuuuuuuuun. Cyndi, Nick and possibly Michael are going to come from here in Indiana and some Minnesota friends are going as well. I know Paul is coming and I am hoping Phil does too. I can’t wait to hit up some of my favorite spots in Chicago. I need it. That is my second favorite place in the world….close to Hawaii. Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I should probably go clean up dinner. I lead an exciting life I tell ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-6754063910725353967?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6754063910725353967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-cyndi.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/6754063910725353967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/6754063910725353967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-cyndi.html' title='Dedicated to Cyndi.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sgyd3aSV56I/AAAAAAAAACg/4DCPzm5Gfz0/s72-c/IMG00780%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-3312409829970094349</id><published>2009-05-05T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:29:25.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Yet Far Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SgDLVHfHsjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jv6b0791maU/s1600-h/DSCF0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SgDLVHfHsjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jv6b0791maU/s320/DSCF0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332485522453934642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been tough. Another death in the family and I am feeling more and more numb about it. My great Aunt died at 7 AM this morning. I was pretty close to her but I am almost more sad for my Grandpa. He lost his wife a few months ago, his best friend about a month ago and now his only sister this morning. My mom said he was having such a rough time today she didn't know what to do. I feel once again too far away to help. I want to be there, I want to show my love, but I feel so far away. I just hope that my Grandpa hangs in there. I can't take losing someone else just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Cyndi lost her Great-Grandfather today as well. I feel so bad for her. She was really close to him and she is in the same situation as I am - trying to keep her family together. How does it land on us younger kids to keep our parents/relatives together? I just hope she knows I am here for her. I care about her and her husband so much and I really want to do anything I can for them. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one last thing on my mind before I head off to to TV land (oh I love you TV land). How come whenever you feel like you are wanting to get closer to someone they seem to be pulling away? I have never felt like I cared about someone so fast as I have lately. It is a strange feeling to have. I feel like I need to hold back a little bit in order to not scare them off but I also just want to scream "I AM HERE FOR YOU...LET ME IN". I just can't stand being hurt again and I know how much I have to offer, but what is the next step I should take? I am really not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, TV land time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh and I like this picture I posted. It is Cyndi, her dog Shelby and Tallulah mid-jump even though she looks like she is humping the couch. My humper. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-3312409829970094349?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3312409829970094349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/05/close-yet-far-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/3312409829970094349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/3312409829970094349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/05/close-yet-far-away.html' title='Close Yet Far Away.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SgDLVHfHsjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jv6b0791maU/s72-c/DSCF0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-7110395468889229655</id><published>2009-04-24T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:05:25.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan, Stan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SfG4ZZ7XOZI/AAAAAAAAACI/KXyEQes85gs/s1600-h/race%2520for%2520a%2520cure%2520081%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SfG4ZZ7XOZI/AAAAAAAAACI/KXyEQes85gs/s320/race%2520for%2520a%2520cure%2520081%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328242580752120210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh Friday, finally. This week has seemed to take forever, I am so glad that Friday has made an appearance. The plan for this weekend: not to damn much. Tonight is going to be somewhat cute. It is the ten year reunion for my school's Edu-Care. That means food, a dance and a "prom" atmosphere. I am going to get dressed up and shake a leg (or two). Another good part of the night, I GET PAID FOR GOING! This little guy at my work said to me the other day "Ms. Molly, are you going to the dance? If so will you please be my date." It was really cute and how could I turn him down, even if he is a stinker. Anyway, I should be done by 8 since the kiddos go to bed somewhat early and after that I might go to a movie. I need some comic relief. Satuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrday. My favoritist day, ever. No plans. It is supposed to be pretty nice so I will probably put my game face on and kick some booty in tennis. Be afraid. Sunday. Nada. Nothing. Coffee. TV. That's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note- I have been feeling strange lately. I feel like my life is in a stage of limbo right now. Not sure which way to turn, what decisions to make, and all that good stuff. I am happy about a newish friendship. My mind just keeps wondering "what if" but I hate thinking into things. Ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the weather is going to be 80's today. I think I am going to break out some skirts this weekend. I heart summer. I might dance outside today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the plan, Stan. Oh, and the picture is of me and some co-workers at the Race for the Cure. It was fun. You should do it next year, yes YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-7110395468889229655?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7110395468889229655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/plan-stan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7110395468889229655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7110395468889229655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/plan-stan.html' title='The Plan, Stan.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SfG4ZZ7XOZI/AAAAAAAAACI/KXyEQes85gs/s72-c/race%2520for%2520a%2520cure%2520081%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-663991176959637191</id><published>2009-04-20T09:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:01:13.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sex08nngrUI/AAAAAAAAACA/5yeEvDTrBz4/s1600-h/DSCF0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sex08nngrUI/AAAAAAAAACA/5yeEvDTrBz4/s200/DSCF0182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761044048129346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sex08ddHJKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fAijzZCtQAk/s1600-h/DSCF0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sex08ddHJKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fAijzZCtQAk/s200/DSCF0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761041320158370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sex08ZSJn1I/AAAAAAAAABw/MclNfmQoHZ8/s1600-h/DSCF0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sex08ZSJn1I/AAAAAAAAABw/MclNfmQoHZ8/s200/DSCF0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761040200441682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sexz9eEfqsI/AAAAAAAAABo/fmM-H4dWNCs/s1600-h/DSCF0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sexz9eEfqsI/AAAAAAAAABo/fmM-H4dWNCs/s200/DSCF0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326759959153584834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my family. I have been thinking about them more lately then any other time in the three years I have been away from them. Not only that I have been thinking about having a family myself. My sister-in-law always told me that when she turned 25 she really started wanting a family and I thought that would never be the case for me. I am independent, I am single there is no way that I would want a family. She is right, I do want one. It is hard feeling like you think your life should continue to go forward yet it stands at a stand-still. A lot of my friends are married and some even have kids. I envy that. Yes, I do love my life and freedom but I can't wait for the days watching my kids play little league baseball and having sleepless nights with a baby. I know I will regret saying the sleepless nights thing, but for now it does sound in a way, comforting. This doesn't mean I am going to settle nor am I going to rush anything, but I do know that it is something I truly am looking forward to. Seeing my parents become grandparents to MY kids, now that is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will post some pictures of my ADORABLE nephews. I love them. They are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-663991176959637191?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/663991176959637191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/663991176959637191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/663991176959637191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/family.html' title='Family.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sex08nngrUI/AAAAAAAAACA/5yeEvDTrBz4/s72-c/DSCF0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-2034228721858657764</id><published>2009-04-19T14:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:55:08.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Means A Lot To Me...</title><content type='html'>A friend posted this on his blog and I wasn't going to post it on mine but there hasn't been a day that I haven't listened to it. Thought I would share. Miss ya Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnGXduu293c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnGXduu293c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-2034228721858657764?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2034228721858657764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/means-lot-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/2034228721858657764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/2034228721858657764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/means-lot-to-me.html' title='Means A Lot To Me...'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-3160813358984981972</id><published>2009-04-14T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:03:50.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring-Break-Break-Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SeSXvtUJ3PI/AAAAAAAAABg/HhqtJc1PxZI/s1600-h/DSCF0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SeSXvtUJ3PI/AAAAAAAAABg/HhqtJc1PxZI/s320/DSCF0179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324547505332542706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing break! Yep, it was awesome but it is now done and over. Kind of makes a girl sad. I really wish that it was longer then a week.  The first part of the week I stuck around Indiana. I was thinking about going to Chicago for a day or two but I am planning a trip there in June to watch the Cubbies play the Twins. So, I came back to Minnesota on Wednesday and had a lovely dinner with the family at my brother Kevin’s house. It was so nice to be with family! I miss them so much. It was also a nice surprise that Aiden came with my parents to the Hairport (as he calls it) to pick me up. When he saw me he knew my parents didn’t want him to run ahead so he started smiling and running in place until I got to him and then he jumped into my arms. Aiden and I have always had this connection.  So, we drove back and went to see Elvis (my parent’s Goldendoodle) and then went to dinner. It was awesome! Thursday…my brother Kevin took the day off of work and him, myself and my other brother Ryan and I went to the mall so I could get my haircut and we just hung out. It was really nice. Friday was a nice day as well. I went to the Wild hockey game. They kicked ass and it was a really exciting game. Before the game we went to Outback Steakhouse and the cheesy fries were delicious. Mmm, cheesy fries.  I really had a wonderful time! What isn’t to like, hockey, teeth flying out,  good food and great company?  Saturday I spent the day with family and we had an earlier Easter. The weather was nice so we all hung out outside and we grilled some steaks for dinner. Sunday was going back to Indiana day. It was really tough. I have to say this is the first time I really didn’t want to come back here yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo back to work, back to the same ‘ole routine. I am looking forward to June and going to Wrigley to watch the Cubs take on the Twins. There is lots of planning to still be done, but I think I am driving back to Minnesota after the game and bringing my puppy along as well. My dog hasn’t seen her best friend Elvis in years so it should be nice to get them together. &lt;br /&gt;Well, off to teach I go. I hope everyone has a lovely Tuesday. Wait, it is ONLY Tuesday? This is gonna be a loooooooooooooong week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-3160813358984981972?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3160813358984981972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-break-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/3160813358984981972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/3160813358984981972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-break-down.html' title='Spring-Break-Break-Down.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SeSXvtUJ3PI/AAAAAAAAABg/HhqtJc1PxZI/s72-c/DSCF0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-4801185302886052211</id><published>2009-03-29T19:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:10:25.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Bro.</title><content type='html'>for getting me into good music long ago. Can't wait to see you soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ea0tYox17BA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ea0tYox17BA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I am not looking forward to Monday. I know this is a super short post but I have been listening to this song over and over again and thinking about my brothers. I miss my family. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-4801185302886052211?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4801185302886052211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-bro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4801185302886052211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4801185302886052211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-bro.html' title='Thanks Bro.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-6948831540098666423</id><published>2009-03-27T17:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:34:32.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sc1UcwAQeGI/AAAAAAAAABY/G9hOVbqKgu8/s1600-h/IMG00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sc1UcwAQeGI/AAAAAAAAABY/G9hOVbqKgu8/s320/IMG00008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317999587893475426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I miss your smile. I miss the way you hugged me after coming back to Minnesota for a visit. I miss your voice and how you would tell me that you loved me. I miss the way you smelled, always like roses. I miss how you were always up to go shopping and usually outlasted me. I miss your fashion sense and how you always look on top of it. I miss how when we would go out to eat you would ask me to split a meal even though we never did. I miss how I would hide your new purchases from Grandpa. I miss the way you would do anything for your husband including cooking him bacon and eggs anytime of day. I miss how when I was 17 you asked me why I wasn’t “knocked” up yet b/c at my age you were onto kid number two. I miss how you never judge and how open-minded you were. I miss your cooking. I miss how you lit up when one of your grandchildren or great-grandchildren came around. I miss being able to tell everyone how much I look like my grandma and how she aged so well. I miss having you come to my hockey games and any other sport or event I was participating in. I miss your smart ass comments. There are so many things I miss about you, but most of all I just miss having you in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Grandma. I can’t wait to see you again someday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-6948831540098666423?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6948831540098666423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/6948831540098666423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/6948831540098666423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sc1UcwAQeGI/AAAAAAAAABY/G9hOVbqKgu8/s72-c/IMG00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-3986686710128812607</id><published>2009-03-19T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:49:25.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music I Like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUUgjd1Vgt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUUgjd1Vgt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NlVay9SYlBc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NlVay9SYlBc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVP0b8qvZg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVP0b8qvZg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRYVlz_oIN4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRYVlz_oIN4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...I LOVE LOVE LOVE this song- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQ9IF5AFiYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQ9IF5AFiYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-3986686710128812607?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3986686710128812607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-i-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/3986686710128812607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/3986686710128812607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-i-like.html' title='Music I Like.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-3583690696691313607</id><published>2009-03-15T12:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:37:08.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sb0ufMOvo5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fjvDkUaM2y8/s1600-h/DSCF0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sb0ufMOvo5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fjvDkUaM2y8/s320/DSCF0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313454248760943506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have been forgetting about this thing lately. It is new to me and I am already forgetting about it. I need to get into the habit of posting more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up getting the nasty flu that is going around. Let me tell you it was HORRIBLE, horrible I say. I haven't been that sick in a decade. I didn't eat for days. One nice thing is I am pretty sure I dropped a few pounds. That is always nice. :) It take a good week to get over it, but now I am feel pretty damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love weekends, and with that being said this has been a pretty nice one. Here is the rundown of what has been doing on. Friday I kept it pretty low-key. This week felt like about three so by the time Friday rolled around I was beat. I did end up going to my favorite Mexican restaurant here in Indianapolis- La Hacienda. It was delicious! I feasted on a steak burrito and queso dip. Mmm...queso dip. I am not sure if it tops Mazatlan in Mankato, but it is close. After stuffing myself I came back and just relaxed at home. Saturday. Well, it was filled with a ton of driving. My roommate and I were looking for a part for this project he is working on. Didn't find it, but we did wander to a German bakery and picked up some goodies. It was soooooooo good! Today is Sunday and usually I am pretty lazy on Sundays but with 60 degree weather I think I am going to venture out and play some tennis. It is the first of the year so I am bound to be pretty sore, but it is always nice to play when it is still somewhat cool outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a really busy day. I HATE Mondays and this one is going to top most. I have a meeting with a potential summer job in the morning, then work, then a work meeting. Eww, I know. Not looking forward to tomorrow. Not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone has a wonderful Sunday! I probably should get ready for the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-3583690696691313607?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3583690696691313607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/3583690696691313607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/3583690696691313607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html' title='The Weekend.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/Sb0ufMOvo5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fjvDkUaM2y8/s72-c/DSCF0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-8659945786997338777</id><published>2009-03-04T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:59:45.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs I Have Been Listening To Lately.</title><content type='html'>*** Let me know what you think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWFv5ZoVET8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWFv5ZoVET8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deftones - Passenger (ft. Maynard James Keenan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um7ySTHsCf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um7ySTHsCf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash- Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO9dbmJ_2zU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO9dbmJ_2zU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-8659945786997338777?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8659945786997338777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/songs-i-have-been-listening-to-lately.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/8659945786997338777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/8659945786997338777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/songs-i-have-been-listening-to-lately.html' title='Songs I Have Been Listening To Lately.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-1620274138587071389</id><published>2009-03-02T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:25:07.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever.</title><content type='html'>All of my dreams seem to fall by the side &lt;br /&gt;Like a discarded thought or the day's fading light &lt;br /&gt;But I know that if I could just see you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we may fall, like we all tend to do &lt;br /&gt;But I'll reach out and find that I've run into you &lt;br /&gt;Your strength is the power that carried me through &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness for weakness I never mistook &lt;br /&gt;I worried you often, yet you understood &lt;br /&gt;That life is so fleeting, these troubles won't last &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspired me truly you did from the start &lt;br /&gt;To not be afraid and to follow my heart &lt;br /&gt;There's a piece of you with me they can't tear apart &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we may fall, like we all tend to do but your strength is the power that carried me through &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be &lt;br /&gt;Forever your power and strength stays with me &lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be &lt;br /&gt;Forever your power and strength stays with me &lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be &lt;br /&gt;Forever your power and strength stays with me &lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be &lt;br /&gt;Forever your power and strength stays with me Forever &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9tWUQhJoHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9tWUQhJoHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-1620274138587071389?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/1620274138587071389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/1620274138587071389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/1620274138587071389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/forever.html' title='Forever.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-4201851210246237414</id><published>2009-03-01T18:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:57:59.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick? I hope not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SasgxwMKs2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Bak6XWRkquc/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SasgxwMKs2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Bak6XWRkquc/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308372624907875170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a lazy Sunday, they are my favorite ones. Besides sitting on my ass watching TV, a movie and playing on the computer the only real thing I did was dye my hair. It turned out pretty good. It isn't much different just a little bit lighter for the warm weather that is HOPEFULLY coming soon. Kind of a reddish brown with carmel tones. Anything to cover up those old lady greys I tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was my nephew Henry's 1st birthday the other day. I felt horrible for not being home to celebrate but I did buy him some kick ass shoes. I think it is necessary for kids to have cool shoes. They are Vans with flaming skulls. I. Am. The. Best. Auntie. Ever. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's agenda is to go to bed by 10. I have a really upset stomach and I really hope I am not getting sick, again. I cannot afford to miss anymore days of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a loooooooooooong week. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-4201851210246237414?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4201851210246237414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-i-hope-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4201851210246237414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/4201851210246237414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-i-hope-not.html' title='Sick? I hope not.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqbGu4_2Ni0/SasgxwMKs2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Bak6XWRkquc/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-5555684544696074131</id><published>2009-02-26T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:48:08.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready for the cold, again.</title><content type='html'>I am stuffed. I just made a wonderful dinner of pork chops, mashed potatoes and green beans. It was delicious and the place smells great but I don't think I can move for a bit. I really need to not eat that much, but it was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I heard that the weather is supposed to go from mid 50's to about 30 tomorrow. I am dreading it. I get so crabby when the weather is cold and gloomy. I need to move somewhere warm, somewhere near water. Then all my troubles will magically go away, right? Yeah, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is finally Friday. I might be going to a concert, and then hopefully the outlet mall to pick up a few goodies. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start planning what I am going to do for my spring break. I think Gulf Shores is out of the picture. Chicago? Home to see the rents? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-5555684544696074131?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5555684544696074131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-ready-for-cold-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/5555684544696074131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/5555684544696074131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-ready-for-cold-again.html' title='Not ready for the cold, again.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869733744765001702.post-7543854013197856241</id><published>2009-02-24T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:39:12.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New to this thing called blogging.</title><content type='html'>So, this is my first offical blog...ever. I am not sure where this will lead me but a few friends have had them and I thought it could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to start this off giving a little bit of a run down of 2009 thus far. This year has not treated me the best but I am hopeful that things WILL turn around. First off my grandmother died pretty suddenly of a stroke. It was tough, and it still is but it is nice to know that I have people around me who really care. I feel really bad for my mom though since she has to be in Minnesota and deal with it daily. I feel like I haven't been the best granddaughter since I moved to another state and wasn't always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am worried about job cuts. The news said that my school district is doing some pretty major cuts. I have been told I am safe, but you never know. Thoughts and prayers would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this isn't much for a blog but a girl has to start somewhere. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869733744765001702-7543854013197856241?l=mbloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7543854013197856241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-to-this-thing-called-blogging.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7543854013197856241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869733744765001702/posts/default/7543854013197856241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbloomer.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-to-this-thing-called-blogging.html' title='New to this thing called blogging.'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4RTbLYG0Qw/Tj5_XwqyUAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E8kl2acqckQ/s220/24070_654453957500_63901550_37601272_5611020_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
