<?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-2731084104154771262</id><updated>2012-03-16T08:06:37.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>margarets journalish</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414064302449567374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LILHxsSHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i-WzF43zXOY/S220/marga.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731084104154771262.post-5089127718465783162</id><published>2010-01-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:24:37.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vegas baby!!! (p.s. kind of expicit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you see I was in Vegas! I took that whole "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" a little to seriously. oops. Here is what happened. In Order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Got off the plane. Planned on staying at the hotel all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. got dragged out by Jenna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Went to the night club Lax in the Luxor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Drank an apple martini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Drank another apple martini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Had a shot of jose cuervos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Danced with Jenna and some guy who claimed to be a lawyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Had a shot of patron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Danced with the "lawyer" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.Got humped by random men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Pulled Jenna off a perv (she'll thank me later) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. had another shot of Patron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. tried to find the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. found the bathroom and peed (close call)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Danced by my self thinking I was too cool for school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. had a shot of Rum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. payed for all my drinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. tried to find Jenna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Danced with that "lawyer" bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. made out with that "lawyer" bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. went back to my room with "lawyer" bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. got down and seriously dirty with "lawyer" bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. laughed my ass off with Trent (that's home boys name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. Had some more drunk sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. Showered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. Actually slept with Trent (surprised he didn't leave??? I was)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. went to a way to early breakfast with Trent because apparently he had to be in court at 9. (oops, maybe he was a lawyer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. Headed back to my "real life", which is kind of a weird life if you ask me. I'm always nowhere and everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bonus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. couldn't stop smiling thinking about "lawyer home boy Trent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1fksk1xjSI/AAAAAAAAACY/kst25PtQXVE/s1600-h/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429059330273021218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1fksk1xjSI/AAAAAAAAACY/kst25PtQXVE/s320/vegas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731084104154771262-5089127718465783162?l=margaretdaiy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/feeds/5089127718465783162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/vegas-baby-ps-kind-of-expicit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/5089127718465783162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/5089127718465783162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/vegas-baby-ps-kind-of-expicit.html' title='vegas baby!!! (p.s. kind of expicit)'/><author><name>margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414064302449567374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LILHxsSHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i-WzF43zXOY/S220/marga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1fksk1xjSI/AAAAAAAAACY/kst25PtQXVE/s72-c/vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731084104154771262.post-7694250701484455184</id><published>2010-01-18T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:42:27.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome</title><content type='html'>I've been here a lot. Never long enough to do some good sight seeing. I've never &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; the "romantic" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;side&lt;/span&gt; of this place. Maybe its because I tend to be here whenever its ice cold so I'm shaking all over the place not able to enjoy it. Today however was 50 degrees outside so quite the improvement. You see, I'm not a major fan of the cold (if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get that from my last post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my last post. . . Nothing exciting has happened to be real honest. I avoided Jeremy just for the mere fact I felt like a total idiot. After everyone got off the plane we &lt;strong&gt;normally&lt;/strong&gt; chat it up for a bit then go our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. This time however, I bolted for the door and sprinted (yes, sprinted) to the next terminal. I know, I am a mild coward. This is true. I guess I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know what to say/do. Lets just call it "fight or flight" I'll give you one guess what I usually do. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to this Rome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;! a fellow flight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attendant&lt;/span&gt; chick, Jenna, and I wandered around and took some pics. We found a pretty cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cathedral&lt;/span&gt;. And this is the pic you get to see. How exciting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you. Thanks for reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1UxraWAHOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z0KH7RaFwY0/s1600-h/rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428299547740740834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1UxraWAHOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z0KH7RaFwY0/s320/rome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731084104154771262-7694250701484455184?l=margaretdaiy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/feeds/7694250701484455184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/rome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/7694250701484455184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/7694250701484455184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/rome.html' title='Rome'/><author><name>margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414064302449567374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LILHxsSHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i-WzF43zXOY/S220/marga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1UxraWAHOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z0KH7RaFwY0/s72-c/rome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731084104154771262.post-1648067083040549392</id><published>2010-01-16T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:37:32.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>switzerland</title><content type='html'>Remember Jeremy? . . . . We "celebrated" new years about two minutes after everyone got off the plane in Indiana. . . . He's a pilot for the airline I work for. . . .anyway. Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was in Switzerland walking around obliviously trying to decide where I was. I knew that if I got really lost I could find someone that spoke English. &lt;strong&gt;Hopefully&lt;/strong&gt;. I knew I couldn't be to lost. For heavens sake how do I loose an airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fiercely col&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1IA0MDgUMI/AAAAAAAAABU/31tPddtJuz0/s1600-h/switzerland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427401397523992770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1IA0MDgUMI/AAAAAAAAABU/31tPddtJuz0/s320/switzerland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d wherever I was and I was getting sick of being out doors. Everything was solid ice and I kept slipping. I slipped my way into a local bar. Cozy little place. I got the sneaky suspicion however that people there didn't much care for Americans. I was to cold to care. I had a few beers and a shot or two or 5 of vodka to warm me up (if I'm going to be real honest it was really because I needed to zone out). I then had the genius idea that it was time to find the airport hotel so I could pass out. Well, remember the ice situation. . . HA! I was slipping all over the place. The combo of the Alcohol and ice was mildly humiliating. As I was falling for the 30th time. Someone grabbed me and held me up. It freaked me out, so I of course I attempted to punch him which then led to me falling yet again. at this point I was laughing to hard to even know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I am waking up from my alarm (didn't remember setting it) Thank goodness I had enough wits about me last night to set it. I had to shower in super human speed and get to my flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to figure out how I got to the hotel the night before as I was getting on the plane. Just as I was giving up Jeremy came to the back of the plane where I was. I Smiled and asked how he was and what was new. He just laughed and said, he should be asking me that. After a few awkward moments he said he found my key after he had helped me stop slipping. and took me to my room last night and set my alarm. I was so humiliated!!!! and grateful all at the same time. What are the odds. I didn't know he was that decent of a guy. I couldn't stop blushing. He gave me 2 aspirin and headed for to cockpit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731084104154771262-1648067083040549392?l=margaretdaiy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/feeds/1648067083040549392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/remember-jeremy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/1648067083040549392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/1648067083040549392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/remember-jeremy.html' title='switzerland'/><author><name>margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414064302449567374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LILHxsSHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i-WzF43zXOY/S220/marga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S1IA0MDgUMI/AAAAAAAAABU/31tPddtJuz0/s72-c/switzerland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731084104154771262.post-8356875163162480671</id><published>2010-01-07T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:08:42.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>Had a few days in the "Big apple."  Met up with some friends and went to one of the best places in Manhattan. Cafe Mozart!  What a small delight.  When I lived in the city we'd all meet up there once a month to make sure we all kept in touch.  It's nuts to look back even just 5 years and see how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everbodys&lt;/span&gt; lives have changed.  I ate the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrumtroolesant&lt;/span&gt; piece of chocolate cream pie ever known to man.  There is no way you can have bad feelings when your downing that puppy! That is for certain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to go pretty early except Luci.  I was secretly glad just her and I got to catch up.  We walked around that block for probably an hour.  Just talked and walked (I'm pro at  rhyming)  Her and I get laughing so hard that we almost always pee our pants.  Good friends are the best.  Nothing can replace them!! SO good to visit my old stomping ground. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt; to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0Y3anEy-XI/AAAAAAAAABM/5GS4Of-fZ68/s1600-h/cafe+mosart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424083731519568242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0Y3anEy-XI/AAAAAAAAABM/5GS4Of-fZ68/s320/cafe+mosart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731084104154771262-8356875163162480671?l=margaretdaiy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/feeds/8356875163162480671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-york.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/8356875163162480671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/8356875163162480671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414064302449567374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LILHxsSHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i-WzF43zXOY/S220/marga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0Y3anEy-XI/AAAAAAAAABM/5GS4Of-fZ68/s72-c/cafe+mosart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731084104154771262.post-7749785236521049510</id><published>2010-01-04T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:42:31.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>India</title><content type='html'>The Holidays were semi uneventful. I went home For Thanksgiving. My mother invited Jared over for dinner. Really mom??(!) Thanks for that awkward moment. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Who's&lt;/span&gt; that you ask?? Well, he was my "High School Sweetheart" And everything that comes along with that awkward cliche. Plus more. . . It's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; story, trust me I'm doing you a favor by not telling you. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; type of story. ;) However my mother has taken it upon her self to try and wed us before she dies (which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not entirely sure will ever happen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story. . . It seemed to me that he was only there for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;politeness&lt;/span&gt; sake. That, and he and my brother decided in college there were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Charming story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Sometimes I miss him. In fact i cry my self to sleep with a bottle of red wine. (bad, I know) but I know it was "unhealthy" and needs to be nothing but what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my mom that look which said "hello mother, I adore you and I know you mean well BUT not cool yo!!" She pretended she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see it and went on like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I played her game. Smiled, acted like nothing was wrong, Excused my self early and went to bed. Got up early the next morning and flew to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; slightly numb feeling for some reason. First time in India. Interesting place. well, what I saw anyway. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LCTnEwt6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8tatMO8OWhU/s1600-h/india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423110543469754274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LCTnEwt6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8tatMO8OWhU/s320/india.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took a train and walked around. This is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was delightful. Loved being with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;. Cozy cozy. My twin brother Clyde and I did our tradition of caroling together, I know its a little cheesy but I love it. Hes the best. Went to church for for the first time sense last year. It felt good. I need to go more. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop hugging my pops. Hated to leave. sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated New Years with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, my favorite pilot, Just minutes after Everyone exited the plane to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt;. Happy New Year. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731084104154771262-7749785236521049510?l=margaretdaiy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/feeds/7749785236521049510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/7749785236521049510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/7749785236521049510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2010/01/japan.html' title='India'/><author><name>margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414064302449567374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LILHxsSHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i-WzF43zXOY/S220/marga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LCTnEwt6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8tatMO8OWhU/s72-c/india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731084104154771262.post-6388454777160757998</id><published>2009-10-21T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:42:22.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>France</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is my birthday. I'm turning 27. Twenty seven. . . came fast&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind being alone on my Birthday. Its relatively peaceful. I'm sitting on the roof of the hotel they put me up in for the night. It's mildy slanted. Makes me feel more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exciting than I actually am. Go Margaret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aside from it being my birthday and all I did have something slightly exciting happen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today! While bringing a girl named sarah (I only know her name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because she talked in third person) her sprite and peanuts a cute guy sitting in 18A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;winked at me. Well, I'm pretty sure he winked at me. Maybe he twitched but I'm going to go with winked, ok. I wonder what he's going to be doing in France? I seriously coincidered looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;him up and stalking him while I'm here. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but. . . I'm tired &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; I only have 11 hours until it's back to the airport. fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im loving this weather despite the overcast situation. and Im for sure loving my view. Im put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a pic on here for you. Enjoy. I'll write next time I stop somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/St-7XE3nM0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VtWOAy_Br6E/s1600-h/france.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395236883731526466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/St-7XE3nM0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VtWOAy_Br6E/s320/france.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731084104154771262-6388454777160757998?l=margaretdaiy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/feeds/6388454777160757998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/6388454777160757998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731084104154771262/posts/default/6388454777160757998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretdaiy.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday.html' title='France'/><author><name>margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414064302449567374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/S0LILHxsSHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i-WzF43zXOY/S220/marga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmSHRICXLbI/St-7XE3nM0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VtWOAy_Br6E/s72-c/france.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
