<?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-162710636810630773</id><updated>2011-10-09T21:54:00.658-07:00</updated><category term='high school'/><category term='right'/><category term='to'/><category term='morals'/><category term='underage'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='thing'/><category term='tamy'/><category term='do'/><title type='text'>amber doesnt know it all</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-1552994029691615200</id><published>2011-07-19T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:51:47.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes in life.</title><content type='html'>So may 30th i found out that i was bringing a child into the world.. and i wasn't scared at all because i knew i had my family so close to me if i needed help. i had a supportive man who loved me and took care of my every need. It feels as in a blink of an eye i'm losing my entire family. One day my family lives only 30 minutes away and next day my mother is taking my sisters and moving up 20 hours away. I dont understand why she would want to leave me or her grandson right now. She is breaking up my family before i even have my family. Im scared to be alone out here with no one around for help. She says "I am just one phone call away". But, what about only half hour drive away when i need her. Even now when she is up there I do call her and  she is too busy to me or i cant get a minute alone with her without someone breaking into our conversion. Im happy to be having a son but not happy that his grandma and aunts wont be living close anymore. Im unsure if they will even be down when hes born. I am blessed to have his family to be so close to us and to help me with anything i need but its still not the same as my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-1552994029691615200?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1552994029691615200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=1552994029691615200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/1552994029691615200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/1552994029691615200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/07/changes-in-life.html' title='changes in life.'/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-2528138700369870833</id><published>2011-04-30T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T00:01:43.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>teenage drinking.</title><content type='html'>so tonight I went to someones birthday party full of high schoolers that were drinking.. the moral here is what is the right thing to do? These kids were out of controll and not mature enough to handle this type of thing. some kids were drinking and driving home. how do i sit by and let this happen.. its not my place im not their gardien.. but i think to myself if that was my child i would hope someone would step in and talk them out of it.. or to do something at all.. so that is what i did ... took control. told people they couldnt leave if they had been drinking.. and took care of a baby while all this is going on.. im 19 not even old enough to drink but have common sense to be the adult in this situation.. i saw a car accident on the way home and it was really bad. i was thinking to myself what if i had let those kids leave and that was them? How would that effect my life? I would feel really guilty.. so am i wrong to do the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit my flaws too. i was to that age and not that i was drinking at 16 i was still into my own sorts of trouble.. and i was lucky to have someone step in and change my life forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes me a better person today. the person i think of when i think of the right or wrong is someone dear to me .. my aunt tamy. shes guided me for so long and shaped my life.. I hope threw me she can help change people to help make them a better person as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-2528138700369870833?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2528138700369870833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=2528138700369870833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/2528138700369870833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/2528138700369870833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/teenage-drinking.html' title='teenage drinking.'/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-3744375352636959404</id><published>2011-01-10T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:16:36.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting that funk off your pans.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever made dinner and was so full you just couldnt do the dishes that night. I did last night. My pans were covered in gunk of old meat and the oils and burnt on hard stuff. I wasnt about to scrub and ruin my new sponge so i filled the pan with water and turned the stove back on. When i pour out the boiling water and burnt food i lightly ran my sponge right over the pan and it came right off like magic.. i was so impressed i had to write this down for others to find. im going to start doing this with all my pans. (photos to come)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-3744375352636959404?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3744375352636959404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=3744375352636959404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/3744375352636959404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/3744375352636959404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-that-funk-off-your-pans.html' title='getting that funk off your pans.'/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-2655145469813688189</id><published>2010-08-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:42:08.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jPD1useOWIg/TH0eVQEcshI/AAAAAAAAALg/neOKucJ7eUQ/s1600/Me+and+my+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jPD1useOWIg/TH0eVQEcshI/AAAAAAAAALg/neOKucJ7eUQ/s320/Me+and+my+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511594869411066386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so this is alan.&lt;br /&gt;hes pretty much amazing.&lt;br /&gt;we have been together for about 7 months and he makes me so happy. I love havin him in my life. We laugh everyday. We love everyday. There is so much I could say about him.&lt;br /&gt;Alan has stolen my heart. He really does spoil me. Takes care of me and makes sure I am doing what I need to be doing. He is my prince charming. He is always here for me and never leaves my side. We are never apart. We spend all our time together and I hate when we are apart. I do not know who can spend as much time as we do together and not have big fights. We have little disagreements but we are lucky enough to have found the perfect person for us. I am the luckiest girl in the world!!! I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-2655145469813688189?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2655145469813688189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=2655145469813688189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/2655145469813688189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/2655145469813688189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/alan.html' title='Alan'/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jPD1useOWIg/TH0eVQEcshI/AAAAAAAAALg/neOKucJ7eUQ/s72-c/Me+and+my+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-3438974230529223616</id><published>2010-07-22T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:31:58.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It kills me that you act as if I'm pure death in itself&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is unconditional, unlike yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way for me to be free&lt;br /&gt;to describe my life and the twists and turns lime a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew me &lt;br /&gt;and that I could be&lt;br /&gt;oh so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's is all I want. &lt;br /&gt;It's all I wish is to be understood and loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-3438974230529223616?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3438974230529223616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=3438974230529223616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/3438974230529223616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/3438974230529223616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-kills-me-that-you-act-as-if-im-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-6302107081738597866</id><published>2010-05-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:20:17.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With life comes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jPD1useOWIg/S_4PEDr2bKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KyDmbhN6wDg/s1600/tommy+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jPD1useOWIg/S_4PEDr2bKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KyDmbhN6wDg/s320/tommy+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475830759312223394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great deal of time since i have been on my blog writtting about what i believe and what i think is right or wrong, or what i feel..&lt;br /&gt;but tonight i went threw something that is hard.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realizing the truth  on which i was to recieve.. its sometimes really hard to accept the truth and that is what i had to do tonight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why the things happen the way they do bit i guess they happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that maybe it is just not my time yet and i will just have to accept that fact. NOthing more than a simple fact. &lt;br /&gt;i guess the fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life used to be simple easy and pure.. its not that anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-6302107081738597866?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6302107081738597866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=6302107081738597866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/6302107081738597866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/6302107081738597866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/05/with-life-comes.html' title='With life comes....'/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jPD1useOWIg/S_4PEDr2bKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KyDmbhN6wDg/s72-c/tommy+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-6572294231989602053</id><published>2009-11-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:32:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I stare at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I see a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And all that we could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a wish&lt;br /&gt;Upon that shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would love me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was true;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;And I thought you loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then you found a girl;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was her,&lt;br /&gt;But I am not,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't stop wishing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me with your soft gentle lips,&lt;br /&gt;And say that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I see you,&lt;br /&gt;You're holding on to her;&lt;br /&gt;You're kissing her so gently,&lt;br /&gt;And saying you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than words could say;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hold you night and day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tattoo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f168/carlos3bkiller/tattoo/heart-1.jpg" border="0" alt="heart Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-6572294231989602053?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6572294231989602053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=6572294231989602053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/6572294231989602053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/6572294231989602053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-i-stare-at-sky-i-see-shooting-star.html' title=''/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f168/carlos3bkiller/tattoo/th_heart-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-7081807526270424876</id><published>2009-07-11T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:20:58.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be careful</title><content type='html'>Be careful of your thoughts, for your thoughts become your words.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of your words, for your words become your actions.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of your actions, for your actions become your habits.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of your habits, for your habits become your character.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of your character, for your character becomes your destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-7081807526270424876?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7081807526270424876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=7081807526270424876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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am excited that im about to start the next chapter in my life. I get to be excited about making my own decsions and just in all i get to grow up. not that i havent grown up for real but i get that slip of paper that says i completed 13 years of something i have been working for even if i didnt like it all the time or want to quit most times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but than im completelly scared out of my mind. I just cant handle the change. or being forced to do something everyday of my life into being my choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-1192982145400226757?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1192982145400226757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=1192982145400226757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/1192982145400226757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/1192982145400226757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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proud...&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont fall on my ass..&lt;br /&gt;i hope life isnt as bad as before..&lt;br /&gt;i hope god forgives me for all i have done..&lt;br /&gt;i hope my family will forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;i hope im sucessfull..&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can do my dreams and they will come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is to have hope right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hope" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i310.photobucket.com/albums/kk413/laxluvr_2008/hope.jpg" border="0" alt="Hope Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-1400603607594971826?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1400603607594971826/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-1873245498377038574</id><published>2009-02-27T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:46:14.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>Pushed away from the rest of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Till you came,&lt;br /&gt;You showed how to be human, yet sane&lt;br /&gt;Careless is what I was&lt;br /&gt;Till you came,&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how to show a form of sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;Why the effort, half the time I neglected your existence&lt;br /&gt;But you still stayed?&lt;br /&gt;You dont belittle me or Degrage me,&lt;br /&gt;You just build me up like a skyscrapper,&lt;br /&gt;till theres that day I cant support my weight,&lt;br /&gt;and gravity brings me to the earth,&lt;br /&gt;And I realize its not a dream.&lt;br /&gt;It really was you all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-1873245498377038574?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1873245498377038574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=1873245498377038574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/1873245498377038574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/1873245498377038574'/><link 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than the heart is not pumping the blood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which it doesnt matter if youi have blood or not bc its not being pumped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you do chose family and im glad i do bc i have picked some amazing people so far.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying forget your blood family.. im saying keep the people you love in your heart&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc they truley matter in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/family" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh42/Hotguys_2008/family.jpg" border="0" alt="FAMILY Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/icons/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u277/duh_123_photo/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='family'/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-8117369635171992011</id><published>2009-01-13T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:45:16.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>why did you let me down&lt;br /&gt;why couldnt you just let me drown&lt;br /&gt;why couldnt we be in just one town&lt;br /&gt;why dont i have a meltdown&lt;br /&gt;why do i have a frown&lt;br /&gt;why dont i shutdown&lt;br /&gt;why were you a letdown&lt;br /&gt;why did say putdown&lt;br /&gt;why do i have a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now i want to cry&lt;br /&gt;now i want to die&lt;br /&gt;now i want to sigh&lt;br /&gt;now i want to fly&lt;br /&gt;now i want to deny&lt;br /&gt;now i want to out cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-8117369635171992011?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8117369635171992011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=8117369635171992011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/8117369635171992011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/8117369635171992011'/><link rel='alternate' 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the next two years i hope.. who knows what is next???? life is such a mystry to me... that is the best part:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-1529457545816258701?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1529457545816258701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=1529457545816258701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/1529457545816258701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162710636810630773/posts/default/1529457545816258701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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I want to thank them all of them every single person who has fought to keep my freedom because to be completely honest I am too scared to do it myself.. i am a coward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/630zime.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-1254688192282149992?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1254688192282149992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=1254688192282149992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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DaY'/><author><name>AmberW.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554406696083297296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKveP1iJKc/TiYK6beRvqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RlMklPvh80Y/s220/2011%2B078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162710636810630773.post-4783393568881546275</id><published>2008-10-18T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:09:01.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its not the length of your life but the depth</title><content type='html'>"Its not the lenght of my life but the depth"-Emmerson&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote but im very troubled with the very meaning of it&lt;br /&gt;i understand that it needs interpretaion but every one has there own ion and the way i analyzed it for my person usage i could help thinking about my own life and if i enjoy my life enough that i would be ok with it ending tommrow would i be satisfied with what i have done or would i regret somethings in it like not exprincing some of lifes joys like being in love or seeng some of the worlds most beautiful sights... i know one thing though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i did i would be happy for the person i have become i would be glad that i know i have so many people that love me more than i could ever imainge possible and that is what makes me and my life great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162710636810630773-4783393568881546275?l=amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdoesntknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4783393568881546275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162710636810630773&amp;postID=4783393568881546275' title='0 Comments'/><link 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