<?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-2365204012895623619</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:46:45.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mid Summers Life Dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-7013635963152964628</id><published>2010-06-30T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:54:07.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joann Marie Wellman Centen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/TCwRVQWoYKI/AAAAAAAAADo/hhLhOPCzoU4/s1600/30481_416682786856_549921856_4933199_4659439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/TCwRVQWoYKI/AAAAAAAAADo/hhLhOPCzoU4/s320/30481_416682786856_549921856_4933199_4659439_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488781102722605218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reviewing my grandmothers obituary I became very disappointed. Why you may ask, simply because it barely said anything about who she was. My grandmother was a wonderful women and lived a very unique life. &lt;br /&gt;Joann Marie (Wellman) Centen was born on 3/26/1939 to Otto and Leona Wellman in Mt. Angel Oregon. She was the youngest of six children. She attended St. Mary's Catholic High School. After high school she married W. James Centen on June 21, 1958. She was the mother of three children Sally I.,Donald J., and Deborah A.She was the ideal mother of the time she was a girl scout leader as well as a homemaker. In 1975 she divorced W. James and enjoyed the rest of her life loving her family, being apart of the Eagles, and playing cards and bingo. Everyone knew Joann to have a very warm heart, she loved people and never had anything negative to say about anyone. Sadly Joann passed away on June 16, 2010. She is survived by her three children Sally, Donald, and Deborah, two son in laws, five grandchildren, and one great grandson. She is a women that will never be forgotten and will live forever in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-7013635963152964628?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/7013635963152964628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365204012895623619&amp;postID=7013635963152964628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/7013635963152964628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/7013635963152964628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/2010/06/joann-marie-wellman-centen.html' title='Joann Marie Wellman Centen'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/TCwRVQWoYKI/AAAAAAAAADo/hhLhOPCzoU4/s72-c/30481_416682786856_549921856_4933199_4659439_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-8754105151318831690</id><published>2009-12-06T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:00:17.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Part 4: What are the inadequacies in the study with regard to answering your research question?</title><content type='html'>The main idea of the research proposal was “to research why expectant mothers are at higher risk of stress and why it continues to decrease through pregnancy. The purpose of this study was to also examine if there are any main stressors that can be controlled so that the infant can not only have a better chance of surviving but also be less susceptible to health and developmental risk”. After examining this proposal and completing research three main inadequacies arose. The three main inadequacies consisted of  are the women that are interviewed would location affect the overall results? Does even having a large amount of women still really reflect the vast majority of pregnancies? And last would the interview raise questions that the women did not even think about before, which would cause more stress in the end? &lt;br /&gt;The first inadequacy to be examined more thoroughly is from the women that are interviewed would this provide accurate results for the rest of the country? Considering that this only reflects a small portion of the country could results vary. For example if the women reside in the country are there going to be other or more large amounts of stress factors then those living in the city. For instance they may have a harder time finding a job, less options for transportation, and limited health care available. On the other hand those residing in the city may have more daily stress factors such as traffic or being surrounded by large amounts of people. &lt;br /&gt;The second factor to consider is with even having a large amount of women, are the results still going to reflect the vast amount of pregnancies and there outcomes. No pregnancy is alike, nor is one women the same. So in essence the outcomes could vary largely just by the women that are monitored and surveyed. &lt;br /&gt;The third inadequacy to focus on is with surveying mothers will this actually bring forth stress the women may have not already thought about, or bring up issues that they have pushed aside or forgotten. Would this bring forth other stressors that other women may not be concerned with which would vary the overall results. &lt;br /&gt;As can be found there are three overall large factors that could affect the overall results of the study. The best way to work to find the most accurate results  in the end would be to take the women evaluated and surveyed and compare them to other women within the study. This would allow for better comparisons and more accurate results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-8754105151318831690?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/8754105151318831690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365204012895623619&amp;postID=8754105151318831690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/8754105151318831690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/8754105151318831690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/2009/12/research-part-4-what-are-inadequacies.html' title='Research Part 4: What are the inadequacies in the study with regard to answering your research question?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-112987284221352468</id><published>2007-04-19T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:21:59.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life A Dream</title><content type='html'>A life a dream&lt;br /&gt;A life well worked for&lt;br /&gt;A plan well set.&lt;br /&gt;Only to be taken on by the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Can we overcome this&lt;br /&gt;Can we suddenly change from one way&lt;br /&gt;To the next and actually stay that way&lt;br /&gt;Is it the power of the mind&lt;br /&gt;Is it the power of God.&lt;br /&gt;What shapes our character&lt;br /&gt;Is it the people around us&lt;br /&gt;Is it our experience of success&lt;br /&gt;and that which has failed&lt;br /&gt;who controls this&lt;br /&gt;Is it us&lt;br /&gt;Is it our society&lt;br /&gt;Or is it God&lt;br /&gt;Do you follow just what God sets&lt;br /&gt;or is it our mind, our body, concious, God, and goals put together.&lt;br /&gt;Will the answer be known.&lt;br /&gt;For me it will and I choose Gods power, not the power of man, not the power of the mind,but the miraculous power that God puts in us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-112987284221352468?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-1427529920435249164</id><published>2007-04-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:21:18.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel World</title><content type='html'>I feel cold as if I have been thrown against ice&lt;br /&gt;I cry by myself&lt;br /&gt;Until the tears pain my face&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to be different and be taken off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;The world seems so mean so cruel&lt;br /&gt;So how do you survive&lt;br /&gt;This world is so brutal&lt;br /&gt;How do you stay alive&lt;br /&gt;It's different more complex&lt;br /&gt;Then wanting the bluest eye&lt;br /&gt;Its the part of learning&lt;br /&gt;Not to take things so far&lt;br /&gt;Living for what you have&lt;br /&gt;Not for what you wantLiving life the way its meant to be.&lt;div 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World'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-6512173745303620505</id><published>2007-04-19T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:18:39.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Falling Second</title><content type='html'>Poem of the falling second&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the sound of silence&lt;br /&gt;Grasping on to the falling second&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Feeling what the day has brought.&lt;br /&gt;The happiness..the sadness..the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Being so close to one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to break away.&lt;br /&gt;You know its best.&lt;br /&gt;You know it is what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;The moment is clenching more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Do you take it or do you leave it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you take the moment or do you wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting that so badly.&lt;br /&gt;But knowing it is not right.I choose to wait for that one special night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-6512173745303620505?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/6512173745303620505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365204012895623619&amp;postID=6512173745303620505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/6512173745303620505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/6512173745303620505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/2007/04/falling-second.html' title='The Falling Second'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-6062664836114985323</id><published>2007-04-19T23:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:17:43.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Darkness</title><content type='html'>I stand in the still darkness of the night. They tell me that I will be all right. I am standing their stripped of myself. I am told to continue as they point and laugh. I am no longer my self but someone elses body as I watch on, I can not move. I feel as though I am stuck in a dream of which I can not awake. I feel as though this brutalic scene will be over soon but I know in my mind that it will not be forgotten. As I lay there on the hardened black dirt the dark blue sky above sparkles with jewels as in the night sky. I hear the sounds of tree's whispering and the sound of crickets as they rub their wings together playing a musical peice into the summer air. No one seem's to know what I am feeling and what dramatic pain is in my heart. The men slowly make their way down the beaten rugged path. He slowly finishes and get's up. I know in my mind that he never wanted to hurt me it just ended like that. The pain of the night drifts on. As my well being has been washed away by the raging wave that has just been thrown against the shore. I feel my heart as it beats on. In my heart I know those men had evil hearts. Who else could do such a cruel act.&lt;br /&gt; Inspired From the book the "Bluest Eye"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-6062664836114985323?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/6062664836114985323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365204012895623619&amp;postID=6062664836114985323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/6062664836114985323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/6062664836114985323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-darkness.html' title='Still Darkness'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-8869683953116100597</id><published>2007-04-19T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:15:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Free</title><content type='html'>Set Free                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;Looking in to the dark thinking of what might be taking place&lt;br /&gt;Looking one direction and looking the next&lt;br /&gt;One direction everything is clear the other is looking into the deepest fog&lt;br /&gt;The North is with the all the best things that have ever taken place&lt;br /&gt;The South is looking into the deep depressive soul that you don't want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Like looking into the night it is like looking into the heart.&lt;br /&gt;One part white the other part black.&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever forget the pain that has taken place the kids that made fun of you to a point that you wished you were no longer a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling some of that same pain.&lt;br /&gt;Being afraid of those that may hurt you and not trusting those you know that won't&lt;br /&gt;I want the trust I want to be loved I want to be me.&lt;br /&gt;I want my life no one elses.&lt;br /&gt;I want out I want to be set free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-8869683953116100597?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/8869683953116100597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365204012895623619&amp;postID=8869683953116100597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/8869683953116100597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/8869683953116100597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/2007/04/set-free.html' title='Set Free'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-413954244315582966</id><published>2007-04-19T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:15:17.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Into the Night</title><content type='html'>Breathing into the night&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what has just taken place&lt;br /&gt;You still see the sight&lt;br /&gt; And you feel like you are in a race&lt;br /&gt; You hear the voice&lt;br /&gt; You still feel the warmth&lt;br /&gt;You remember the happiness&lt;br /&gt; As well as you remember the past&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could be together&lt;br /&gt;With one last chance&lt;br /&gt;You prayed a prayer&lt;br /&gt;You stretch out your arms&lt;br /&gt;You wish you were together&lt;br /&gt;That one last time&lt;br /&gt;How you want things to be different&lt;br /&gt; How you would speak&lt;br /&gt;And how you would listen&lt;br /&gt;We need to make the best Of each moment good or bad&lt;br /&gt; For we never know&lt;br /&gt;When we will have that one last chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-413954244315582966?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/413954244315582966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365204012895623619&amp;postID=413954244315582966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/413954244315582966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/413954244315582966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/2007/04/breathing-into-night.html' title='Breathing Into the Night'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-6626485629528300587</id><published>2007-04-19T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:14:07.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life of Confusion</title><content type='html'>A Life Of Confusion                    &lt;br /&gt;Wanting to know who you are. People knowing what others think of you but not knowing yourself. Taking a step back to look at your life, taking a step back and seeing your accomplishments and failures. What have you did to where you are today what will you do to take you where you want to go, who do you want to be, how will you get their. Will your accomplishment be large such as a medical break through or as simple but yet so complex as leading ones life to God. Who are you, who will you be. A life of confusion of knowing yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-6626485629528300587?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/6626485629528300587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365204012895623619&amp;postID=6626485629528300587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/6626485629528300587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/6626485629528300587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-of-confusion.html' title='A Life of Confusion'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-8245521551663534078</id><published>2007-04-19T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:12:42.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Sky's</title><content type='html'>Midnight Sky's&lt;br /&gt;Midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;Sky so dark&lt;br /&gt;With a cry&lt;br /&gt;I let out a remark&lt;br /&gt;The days sun has turned to full moon&lt;br /&gt;As the day once again has passed&lt;br /&gt;So will the tomorrow soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;The day will be different&lt;br /&gt;A world of pain only some may know&lt;br /&gt;A day that will not be sufficient&lt;br /&gt;A day that will reek great sorrow&lt;br /&gt;The day brought suffering&lt;br /&gt;A dream that you wish to awake&lt;br /&gt;A night time full of caring&lt;br /&gt;That memory you just want to shake&lt;br /&gt;The death of someone you loved&lt;br /&gt;The dream you can not awake&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the day you wish you could bring back&lt;br /&gt;The time you want so badly has past&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky so dark&lt;br /&gt;A twinkle of a star you see the brightness cast&lt;br /&gt;A memory you will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to B.J. Woodford March 23,2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365204012895623619-8245521551663534078?l=amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/feeds/8245521551663534078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365204012895623619&amp;postID=8245521551663534078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/8245521551663534078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365204012895623619/posts/default/8245521551663534078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amidsummerslifedream.blogspot.com/2007/04/midnight-skys.html' title='Midnight Sky&apos;s'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320371311626458402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oq1uQiYm7ho/Ssw28QggIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qPsAzfPUhE/S220/me+and+ben.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365204012895623619.post-3741836119357751139</id><published>2007-04-19T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:07:36.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladedadeda..Day one!</title><content type='html'>Today, was very nice! I love my Thursdays. I went for a walk and was able to accomplish a lot of deep thinking  what I want to become, where I want to attend school and so forth. It is amazing how much you can accomplish when you are by your self with distractions. I love excercising for that reason. I realized that I want to truly become an elementary teacher and if I look at my interest it fits perfectly. Yay! So I will most likely be achieving my degree at Eastern Washington University in Cheney. It sounds amazing there!! Then most likely move back to Troy as soon as a teaching position comes up! I really love living here. Well I need to accomplish many task tomorrow..So I be off!! 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