<?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-2238124569460764715</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:41.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy in Bloggerland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-5891478329668853865</id><published>2009-03-04T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:44:33.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this week</title><content type='html'>This week was good. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Started work on Wednesday. Didn't do much my first day. Started my training on Thursday and Friday. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Church was super good this past week. I am going to get baptized and lay down my life for god for reals. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-5891478329668853865?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5891478329668853865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=5891478329668853865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/5891478329668853865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/5891478329668853865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week.html' title='this week'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-2656888428568260665</id><published>2009-03-04T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:41:02.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life changes</title><content type='html'>I got a job.. Yes, I'm a working lady now. I am working at Pearson professional in Anaheim as a test administrator. I start I'm 6 and a half hours. I should be sleeping but I'm just not that into sleep right now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So now that nick and I are both working we get to move into our own place. We are looking for places in riverside. The thought of moving out finally after 3 and a half years makes me so happy. It's about time. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Also since I have a job I get to get my very own car. No more sharing! So exciting. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Got a new puppy two and a half weeks ago. A little boy boxer named cobra but I call him coby. He is 12 weeks old. He is all white with a brown spot above his left eye. I think his hearing is messed ip but that doesn't take away from him. He is amazing. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My mom started her cancer treatment a few weeks ago. Her hair is starting to fall out. :( &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Time to get some shut eye so I won't be tired for work. Night. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-2656888428568260665?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2656888428568260665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=2656888428568260665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/2656888428568260665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/2656888428568260665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-changes.html' title='life changes'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-8948639907876316746</id><published>2009-02-15T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:04:00.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8q2GNsEzsDI/SZjzuaAuWvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2xc4qfEnT8U/s1600-h/coby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303256539810650866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8q2GNsEzsDI/SZjzuaAuWvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2xc4qfEnT8U/s320/coby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday the 13th of February 2009 I got a Boxer puppy. It's a little boy. He is 10 weeks old. He is pure white with a brown spot over his left eye. His name is Cobra but Coby for short. He is an amazing little guy. He follows me around everywhere. I think he might be partly deaf though. It doesn't affect him in any way and it doesn't bother me at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-8948639907876316746?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8948639907876316746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=8948639907876316746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/8948639907876316746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/8948639907876316746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-puppy.html' title='New puppy'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8q2GNsEzsDI/SZjzuaAuWvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2xc4qfEnT8U/s72-c/coby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-1189693983005107124</id><published>2008-11-21T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:58:26.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't updated in awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A lot has been going on lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plugs are back to an inch, yay! I have new red hair, also yay! I got a new tattoo on my arm, that is also a yay! I hope I can finish my arm for my birthday and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 27 days. I'll finally be 21. We might go to Vegas, who knows. I said I wanted other stuff instead but I think my mom really wants to go. So we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is exactly one week after my birthday. I am excited. I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be getting an iPhone. I hope so. I really want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 99.999% sure I'm giving Nick a second chance. I think he's changed a lot and deserves one. I've struggled with this decision for the past couple weeks. It was not an easy choice. How could it be when he left twice and not to mention ... well we aren't going to bring that up. But I'll never know if he has truly changed and it can work out if I don't give it a chance. I don't fully 100% trust him again yet. I know that is going to be so hard for me to do. I wish we could just wipe the slate clean and start fresh. Which brings me to my next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I got offered an offer to move up to Washington. A family friend lives up there and wants me to be her babysitter Monday through Friday. We will have a place to live free of rent. It could be a new start for us. I think it would be so good for us to do it. To get away from all the bad memories and start over someplace new. Nick says the idea doesn't sit well with him. That bums me out though because I really want to go. It wouldn't be a permanent move. Once the kids start going to school she wouldn't need me anymore, then we could move back. Or even if we moved up there and didn't like it we could always move home. We'll talk it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-1189693983005107124?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1189693983005107124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=1189693983005107124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/1189693983005107124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/1189693983005107124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-havent-updated-in-awhile.html' title='I haven&apos;t updated in awhile'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-2465155586923085114</id><published>2008-10-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:10:56.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8q2GNsEzsDI/SPG-xS3-FuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_N6N_LznGXY/s1600-h/meagtracedennys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256191994207540962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8q2GNsEzsDI/SPG-xS3-FuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_N6N_LznGXY/s320/meagtracedennys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love night trips to Denny's with my bff Meagan. It makes me happy. We ordered way too much food but it was delicious. The first time I had really good french toast from there. It was the high school's homecoming so there was massive amounts of high schoolers in there. &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/2238124569460764715-2465155586923085114?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2465155586923085114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=2465155586923085114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/2465155586923085114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/2465155586923085114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-night-trips-to-dennys-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8q2GNsEzsDI/SPG-xS3-FuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_N6N_LznGXY/s72-c/meagtracedennys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-3088528577047931067</id><published>2008-10-11T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:49:59.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First goal is to become a better person, a better friend, a better daughter, a better sister, a better girlfriend when I get a boyfriend. I have been horrible at all those and it needs to be fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stop eating so much junk food. Drink more water and eat regular meals. I want to be healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to start exercising every day. I wish I had someone to do it with but if I must do it by myself then so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Get a job and save most of my money for a car. I need one badly and the only way that is going to happen is if I do it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I need to get a better sleeping schedule. I need to go to sleep at a decent hour and get up before 10. My schedule is so messed up... I can't go to sleep until at least 3 every night and then I can't wake up before 11:30, I could sleep all day if I let myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh and I need to start sharing my feelings with people. People can't read my mind and I can't expect them to know what is going on in my head all the time. This is going to be hard because I don't want to get hurt again, but I can't be scared of it either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last goal I want to go to Generate at Crossroads every week. It's really amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-3088528577047931067?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3088528577047931067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=3088528577047931067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/3088528577047931067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/3088528577047931067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/10/goals.html' title='Goals...'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-5164930626738234915</id><published>2008-10-03T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:46:30.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Filled out papers... Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Printed out papers... Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Signed papers... Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Made copies... Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Filed papers with court... Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;All I have to do now is have someone serve Nick with the papers and then send the paper that the server has to fill out to the court and then... the wait begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let's hope everything goes as easy and as smooth as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Only getting 3 hours of sleep works for me. I went to bed at 3:30am and woke up at 6:20am. I should do that more often. Getting too much sleep like I do every night makes me so lazy the next day and then wired at night. Whatev. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Waiting outside the family court at 7am by yourself is no fun at all. It was cold! And I loved it. Finally going in around 7:40am when the court opened at 7! But I guess they like to make you stand around and waste your day. Then I had to wait another 20 minutes for the clerk's office to open. I was second in line and I only had to wait not even a minute to be called up to the window. Took about 20 minutes to have the papers stamped and filed and then I was on my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Waited for Scott to come pick me up. Came back to my sister's and tried to take a nap. I fell asleep for about 20 minutes. Then we had to get up and go to Scott's doctor's appointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hung out with my sister and got some Burger King. Nothing like eating Whoppers and talking about sex with your sister.. HAHA. Oh wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Another person talking crap in my truth box. I finally deleted that thing. I'm tired of people trying to have the balls to talk crap but not being able to do it to my face. I don't need a dude to make me feel worthy, so eff you! It just so happens I found one that I actually like and makes me happy, what is so wrong with that? If one of my friends said that stuff then please do me a favor and not be my friend anymore. I don't need crap talkers in my life thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I'm off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-5164930626738234915?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5164930626738234915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=5164930626738234915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/5164930626738234915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/5164930626738234915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/10/filled-out-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-1184214952661378777</id><published>2008-10-02T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:38:51.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;The papers are filled out. Printed out. Signed. Copied. And now I have to file them. Let's hope that gets done tomorrow. I'm ready for the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-1184214952661378777?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1184214952661378777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=1184214952661378777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/1184214952661378777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/1184214952661378777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/10/divorce.html' title='Divorce'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-4461810613653746613</id><published>2008-10-01T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:26:12.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;No more ferrets. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My sister and I drove to Van Nuys and sold my ferrets to this dude today. I was so sad to see them go. I'm going to miss those stinky creatures. I got 200 dollars for them though. I should have got more but I was nice and split the money with my sister even though she only should have got 50 of it. I just can't say no for some reason and it bugs me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I want to get tattooed so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-4461810613653746613?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4461810613653746613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=4461810613653746613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/4461810613653746613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/4461810613653746613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-more-ferrets.html' title=''/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-1635513811159419956</id><published>2008-09-28T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:04:13.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knott's Scary Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/xtraaacyx/ScottyandMeKnotts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/xtraaacyx/ScottyandMeKnotts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Last night my sister Shawnna, her husband, my cousin Ray, me and Scott took a trip to Knott's Scary Farm. It was pretty fun. It was the first time I had ever gone. I wish we could have stayed later, went on more rides and gone into more mazes. But that is what happens when you don't drive your own car haha. But over all it was cool. I got Scott to go on Supreme Scream even though he is terrified of heights.. I love roller coasters and all that stuff. Now I want to go to the Universal Studios Halloween thing. I'm obsessed with Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Before Knott's we went to Fuddruckers. It was my first time ever eating there. I love it there. The burgers are delicious and I love how it looks inside. I wish we had one closer to my house.. I'd go there every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm also still trying to sell my ferrets. I have this one girl from Orange County interested but she only wants one. I don't really want to split them up because they have been together since forever. But I really need to find them new homes. I might just have to give in and place them separately if I have to. I think they'll be fine after a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've decide I'm going to be a flapper for Halloween. I already found the perfect costume. It is really cute.&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/2238124569460764715-1635513811159419956?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1635513811159419956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=1635513811159419956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/1635513811159419956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/1635513811159419956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/knotts-scary-farm.html' title='Knott&apos;s Scary Farm'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-7408239075602929431</id><published>2008-09-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:28:40.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much energy and nothing to do with it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm going to start taking better care of myself. I'm going to stop eating so much junk food, drinking so much soda and I'm going to start to exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tonight I was way too hyper and I wanted to go running... Meagan was too lazy to go with me! So I didn't want to go alone. I probably would have been abducted or something like that. I wish I had enough motivation to get up early in the morning to go... But I don't. Someone come be my personal trainer and kick my butt. That would be amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let's see how all this goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I need to find an amazing church in my town. I really need to start going again. I miss it. &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/2238124569460764715-7408239075602929431?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7408239075602929431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=7408239075602929431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/7408239075602929431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/7408239075602929431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-much-energy-and-nothing-to-do-with.html' title='Too much energy and nothing to do with it...'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-8390199385639532600</id><published>2008-09-26T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:04:45.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/2/l_a2c18187a30f4ca5bfc48582d7f645f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/2/l_a2c18187a30f4ca5bfc48582d7f645f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/2/l_a2c18187a30f4ca5bfc48582d7f645f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Starting as of last night... I collect Uno cards. So far I have Uno H2o, they are clear Uno cards, I have Hannah Montana ones, and last night me and Scott bought Kung Fu Panda ones. I'm glad I found someone that likes Uno as much as I do, besides Carynn. Whom I miss very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday was my mom's and my brother-in-law Jason's birthday. I went over to my sister's house with my other sister for cake and a little shindig for Jason. It was cool. My sister made some amazing cookies n' cream ice cream cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I like the things you say to me, they make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today my mom paid me and Scott to clean the house. He did a pretty good job, I'm impressed haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tomorrow Knott's Scary Farm, I'm excited. I've never been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-8390199385639532600?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8390199385639532600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=8390199385639532600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/8390199385639532600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/8390199385639532600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/starting-as-of-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-6553545896037344661</id><published>2008-09-25T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:23:10.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How did I turn into this insecure girl? I don't like it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-6553545896037344661?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6553545896037344661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=6553545896037344661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/6553545896037344661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/6553545896037344661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-9002141543861924461</id><published>2008-09-21T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:34:27.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;This weekend in Riverside consisted of...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Lame party for about 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Seeing Jennah, I love that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Going to Wal*Mart to buy games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Playing Sorry, multiple times. Never did I win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Playing Hannah Montana Uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Driving around and ended up right where we started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-A little fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Sleeping on Bobby's couch because I got locked out of my sister's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Taking a million and 1 webcam pictures because it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-My sister talking like a hick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;-Lemon cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;It was good. Now I'm home and I have to listen to yelling. Everyone is in a bad mood, have I mentioned I love living here? &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/2238124569460764715-9002141543861924461?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/9002141543861924461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=9002141543861924461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/9002141543861924461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/9002141543861924461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/riverside.html' title='Riverside...'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-7964747432648651808</id><published>2008-09-20T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:48:57.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So you want to know what's new in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm getting a divorce. It's for the best. No hard feelings at all. I wish him all the best and I hope he is happy. I know I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm a 20 year old who has been married for 2 years and is now going to be a divorcee. Who else can say that? Oh yeah just me haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I got my nose pierced the day before yesterday. I look cool. I want the other side done now too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I met someone that makes me happy, I like it. That's all I'm going to say about that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm trying to sell my ferrets because 1. I can't afford to take care of them right now. =[ And 2. I need money. So if anyone wants to buy them let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just something random.. My sister was talking like a red  neck all night, it was pretty amazing. She did a horrible job at it but it was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have lots of pictures to blog but I need to get them off my phone but Scott has my usb cable and I'm waiting for him to give it back haha. So pictures will have to come later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now we are going to watch Across the Universe, it better be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Night.&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/2238124569460764715-7964747432648651808?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7964747432648651808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=7964747432648651808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/7964747432648651808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/7964747432648651808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238124569460764715.post-6563869410758376801</id><published>2008-09-20T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:31:21.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I was born to be a cow" - Isaiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The words of an 8 year old boy... hahaha if you could have heard it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238124569460764715-6563869410758376801?l=traaacynicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6563869410758376801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238124569460764715&amp;postID=6563869410758376801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/6563869410758376801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238124569460764715/posts/default/6563869410758376801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traaacynicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-born-to-be-cow-isaiah-words-of-8.html' title=''/><author><name>TracyNicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
