<?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-5956558797875316387</id><updated>2012-01-13T00:40:21.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Find My Way............</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a simple girl trying to figure out life....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bubbles N Ducks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05970571119033593290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFczPBfPKsI/TwkQ5602fnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QibTkVi5mvw/s220/IMAG0295.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956558797875316387.post-8718615505432149916</id><published>2012-01-13T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:40:21.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today&amp;#160; was one of those days I just wish I could act like it never happened .... So tonight alcohol is my friend..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956558797875316387-8718615505432149916?l=bubblesnducks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/feeds/8718615505432149916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/8718615505432149916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/8718615505432149916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Bubbles N Ducks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05970571119033593290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFczPBfPKsI/TwkQ5602fnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QibTkVi5mvw/s220/IMAG0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956558797875316387.post-1332387187899630849</id><published>2012-01-10T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:22:51.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can it feel so wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm at a point in my life where I feel I need to do what is best for me... regardless of what other People want.... because i have ALWAYS put other peoples happiness in front of my own.. and i can't do that anymore... I have been through alot in my life, that over the years had me convinced that i didn't deserve to be happy, that i shouldn't be loved, because I have hated myself so much over the years for letting myself go through some of the stuff that I did. But that stops here and now....I finally realize that even though I am battered an bruised and i have scars, I am NOT broken, and I refuse to let my past define my present , or my future....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have always been told I am to nice, I am to forgiving, I wear my heart on my sleeve, which i guess it probably true, but i wouldn't be me if i wasn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; My counselor told me the other day that i am like a house that was wrecked in a tornado, that there is still one room standing, but that one room is surrounded by the rubble, of all the things i have struggled through and been through, over the years.... and that i need to break through that rubble so i can rebuild the pieces of me, the pieces of my House.... So I can again feel whole. I am not sure how I will get there , but i know one of these days i will....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's time for me to think of me, and what I want.&amp;nbsp; What i need to do to make myself happy and the scary things is , the thought of being happy terrifies me. People ask me all the time what would make me happy, what do i want , and i happy, and the truth is I DONT KNOW, I have spent my life basing my happiness on everyone elses but my own.&amp;nbsp; Feeling like in order to feel worth something i needed to be making sure someone else was happy....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have some people in my life who think my life is a revolving door, that they can tell me off when they are pissed and come back when its convenient for them, and expect everything to be okay... well not anymore... BECAUSE i realize I DO deserve BETTER, And i wont settle for any less... And if the people in my life love me and they care they will understand, and be there for me, if not than it's time i let them go....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because this is my time, to find me ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why does it feel so wrong???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/5956558797875316387-1332387187899630849?l=bubblesnducks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/feeds/1332387187899630849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-can-it-feel-so-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/1332387187899630849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/1332387187899630849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-can-it-feel-so-wrong.html' title='How can it feel so wrong?'/><author><name>Bubbles N Ducks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05970571119033593290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFczPBfPKsI/TwkQ5602fnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QibTkVi5mvw/s220/IMAG0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956558797875316387.post-6559546912014363710</id><published>2012-01-08T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:08:46.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So lost....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I AM SITTING HERE ... trying to figure out where I went wrong. What did I do to make things so complicated? What do I need to do to uncomplicate things.....?? I feel like I am a Puzzle, and some of the pieces are lost in different times of my life, and i don't know how to get them back... is it selfish for me to feel I need to find them? not knowing how it will effect others? and there lives and where they are now?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss the days when bills and decisions were just something I one day dreaded having to make,&amp;nbsp; when all i had to worry about was chicken nuggets or cheeseburgers....&amp;nbsp; Life was so much simpler than.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its days like these that make me wish my grandpa was here with me, here to tell me it might just be okay and that even though I am a screw up&amp;nbsp; He still loves me anyway....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are some days where I wish I could just go back to bed and disappear... this is one of them.... My world is crashing in so fast I fear it will bury me alive.......&lt;/b&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/5956558797875316387-6559546912014363710?l=bubblesnducks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/feeds/6559546912014363710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/6559546912014363710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/6559546912014363710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-lost.html' title='So lost....'/><author><name>Bubbles N Ducks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05970571119033593290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFczPBfPKsI/TwkQ5602fnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QibTkVi5mvw/s220/IMAG0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956558797875316387.post-3620291103471402495</id><published>2012-01-07T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:08:44.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fav quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives. - Henry David thoreau &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956558797875316387-3620291103471402495?l=bubblesnducks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/feeds/3620291103471402495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/fav-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/3620291103471402495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/3620291103471402495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/fav-quote.html' title='Fav quote'/><author><name>Bubbles N Ducks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05970571119033593290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFczPBfPKsI/TwkQ5602fnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QibTkVi5mvw/s220/IMAG0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956558797875316387.post-7628247786048059330</id><published>2012-01-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:49:17.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I go from here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I never thought that I would be 27 , and have not a clue what I want to do with my life... It seems I am at a crossroads where I am going to have to be making some BIG and Important Decisions...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Over the last couple of years I have had my ups and downs, sometimes it seems like more downs than ups... and now I feel like I am stuck in a rut... That leads me to the question of where do I go from here...&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/5956558797875316387-7628247786048059330?l=bubblesnducks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/feeds/7628247786048059330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-do-i-go-from-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/7628247786048059330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956558797875316387/posts/default/7628247786048059330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesnducks.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title='Where do I go from here?'/><author><name>Bubbles N Ducks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05970571119033593290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFczPBfPKsI/TwkQ5602fnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QibTkVi5mvw/s220/IMAG0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
