<?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-22584911</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:40:33.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Random Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.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-22584911.post-8287599956097511282</id><published>2011-05-15T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:26:49.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Game</title><content type='html'>Well that's one more game under our belt and another poor performance this year.  We had been playing fairly well as of late so it was a disappointment that this is how we played our last home game of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However if you look at the season overall, I am fairly happy with how we have ended up.  There were times this season that relegation looked like a definite possibility and that is NEVER okay for LFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have players with too much talent to be playing in the Championship. Kenny has shown that all we really needed was a manager who inspires to play. Who makes players WANT to play in the legendary red kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly very excited for next season. I think with the right players brought in we have the ability to make a real challenge. I am not trying to be too ambitious because it could take a few seasons to get the title, but we should be back in the top 4 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool Football Club deserves to be in the Champions League (though I know we have to earn that right first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other footballing news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy for Zlatan Ibrahimovich and AC Milan for their Scudetto win! Zlatan being one of my favorite players makes that cup win a good one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, SOO happy for Napoli as they've qualified for the Champions League next year. They've had such a great season.  Especially Edison Cavani who I would LOVE to see in Red. I know that could be nearly impossible but he is such a great player and super lethal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the scum... congrats on their 19th. They were the best among very poor teams this season. Though I have to say, I was very flattered after they won.  The only thing on their poor minds was Liverpool. "Are you watching Merseyside?" Yes, we were watching and we still have more major trophies than you. Thanks though. Really, I feel sorry that all their fans, players, SAF as they are all so obsessed and hung up on LFC- and we'll never be obsessed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back. Sooner versus later and we WILL have OUR perch back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I posed on Twitter: Can a devil really even logiacally sit on a perch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-8287599956097511282?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/8287599956097511282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/8287599956097511282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-more-game.html' title='One More Game'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-924046656403398302</id><published>2011-04-24T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:53:43.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet again...</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile... again.  I just can't manage to post regularly. I really am going to try this time- I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since the last time and I will update but for now, I need to be heading to bed! Being up at 4:30am takes it out of me, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back tomorrow! I really will be, I promise. Then you'll have more to read than you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-924046656403398302?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/924046656403398302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/924046656403398302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2011/04/yet-again.html' title='Yet again...'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-7346879720254578169</id><published>2010-04-05T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:16:58.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>It's been over a year since I last wrote this blog- amazing that I even still remember the password actually...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One might ask why I even write this blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all actuality,  have no response to that question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I typically don't have anything THAT important to say and if I did, this blog probably wouldn't be the place to write it since I don't think anyone actually reads it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the occasion when I do indeed want to get something off my chest, I take up to my blog and let the word spill out of my ought like vomit.  Well, I suppose I should say spill out of my fingers since I'm not actually verbalizing my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have now written such needless words that will surely not impact a single soul, I will bid this blog adeu for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll be back to post something worth reading soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-7346879720254578169?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/7346879720254578169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/7346879720254578169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-1675284677521414357</id><published>2009-03-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:46:34.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/ScOsDy4OKhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LM7bcDk3l7A/s1600-h/celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281166424484370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/ScOsDy4OKhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LM7bcDk3l7A/s320/celebration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/ScOsD-7qCEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/51OyEpI-bwY/s1600-h/all+smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281169660119106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/ScOsD-7qCEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/51OyEpI-bwY/s320/all+smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the 25th birthday of the one and only FERNANDO TORRES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;His armband proved he was a red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torres, Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'You'll never walk alone', it said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torres, Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We bought the lad from sunny Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He gets the ball, he scores again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number nine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Kop has a new idol by the name of Fernando Torres - and no one makes the famous stand bounce like Liverpool's number nine.Signed for a club record fee of approximately £20 million in July 2007, El Nino was handed the shirt vacated by Anfield legend Robbie Fowler.Undaunted, he soon became the first Red since Fowler in 1996-97 to break the 30-goal barrier and is already on his way to achieving Godlike status.Before joining the Premier League aged 23, Torres spent 12 years with hometown club Atletico Madrid.Such was his prodigious talent he was named the best under-14 player in Europe following his performances in the 1998 Nike Cup.Torres became the youngest player in Atletico history upon making his debut in May 2001. He went on to bag 21 goals in 2003-04 after being named Vicente Calderon's youngest ever skipper at the age of 19.Having already top-scored in European Under-16 and Under-19 Championships, El Nino earned a first senior cap in September 2003 against Portugal. Seven months later he chalked up a first international goal against Italy. The forward would go on to net three times in the 2006 World Cup in Germany.Clubs around Europe, including Manchester United and Arsenal, were understandably circling. However, in May 2007 it became clear Torres had his heart set on Merseyside when he revealed the phrase 'We'll Never Walk Alone' on the inside of his captain's armband during a match between Atletico and Real Sociedad. Two months of speculation and paper talk ensued before the striker was finally unveiled at Melwood.Torres made his competitive debut for Liverpool at Villa Park on August 11, 2007. A week later he smashed in his first official goal (he'd already scored in a pre-season friendly versus Shanghai Shenhua) when a trademark burst of pace against Chelsea sent Anfield wild.Successive home hat-tricks to see off Middlesbrough and West Ham helped the hitman total 33 in 2007-08, including 24 in the league to overtake Ruud van Nistelrooy and become the most prolific foreigner ever in a debut season in England.His crucial strike in the Stade Velodrome against Marseille won Goal of the Season on Liverpoolfc.tv, and it came as no surprise when fans also voted him their Player of the Year.As if all this wasn't enough, Torres then topped off an incredible season by helping Spain to Euro 2008 glory in Austria and Switzerland. It was he who scored the winner in the final against Germany - one of two throughout the tournament. Remarkably, it was Spain's first major honour since 1964 - and our number nine was the hero. &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/22584911-1675284677521414357?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/1675284677521414357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/1675284677521414357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2009/03/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/ScOsDy4OKhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LM7bcDk3l7A/s72-c/celebration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-325634998158507246</id><published>2009-03-05T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:30:05.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding the Impossible</title><content type='html'>No matter how hard one tries, something will never be possible to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men will never understand the complexity of women.&lt;br /&gt;Women will never understand the simplicity of men.&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever understand why exactly the sky is blue.&lt;br /&gt;Technically blue is relative, so who really understands blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, there are numerous items I will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why is he only nice at certain times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why does she stay with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why does he sometimes act like if I leave his world will end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Why does she think he has changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why in some instances does he look straight through me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why does she continuously cheat on him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why will he put himself through embarassment just to make me happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why can she not tell the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why does his smile make my heart melt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Why does she always find it necessary to go back to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why could I stare at him forever and him not notice me, but as soon as I ignore him, I'm the most interesting thing in the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why should she have to sacrifice for what she wants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why doesn't he just tell her how he feels, regardless of the consequences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the questions I will never get an answer to.  A few may decide to ease my mind. However until each people takes that step to answer the question dedicated to them, I can't complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-325634998158507246?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/325634998158507246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/325634998158507246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2009/03/understanding-impossible.html' title='Understanding the Impossible'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-4950605623477659298</id><published>2009-02-27T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:12:28.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>If time travel were possible, could you be your own father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was determined by a set of three knowledgeable professionals, that you could indeed be your own father (or mother) if time travel were possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are certain universal laws that would have to be in place for it to occur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It must be a continuous cycle. There can be no beginning and no end. Each person would continue the cycle at the exact same point in his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In order for it to happen to you, you must not know anything about it, or the fact it is even possible. As soon as you found out it would be possible to be your own father in time travel, you could not longer be apart of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this may cause many questions, feel free to ask them and I will consult with my fellow professionals and get back with you as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-4950605623477659298?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/4950605623477659298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/4950605623477659298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-4614531846128655925</id><published>2009-02-26T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:00:53.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epic Battle of Light and Dark</title><content type='html'>His eyes were was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the sky on a starless night. Yet, they sparkle everytime someone looks into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were as&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the peaceful, clear blue ocean. Yet, the smile on his face barely reflected in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the epic battle of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which will be victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One set of eyes was so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The other set of eyes were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;captivating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each had their own qualities. They each turned heads for a second look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the epic battle of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Only one can survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-4614531846128655925?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/4614531846128655925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/4614531846128655925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2009/02/epic-battle-of-light-and-dark.html' title='The Epic Battle of Light and Dark'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-2371236291799212824</id><published>2009-02-25T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:58:17.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Moods/Champions League</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the "Blah" days. I woke up feeling terrible, actually I felt like death.  My throat is killing me, it feels like it is on fire.  I have a major sinus headache and am completely congested.  It is on days like this I wish I had a window in my office.  Just want to see something, anything besides my decorated walls.  Today has been so busy I was not able to take a lunch break- which is normally the only opportunity I get to step outside in the middle of the day.  But through it all, I am okay because I know that so many other people have it so much worse than I do.  So, I try to keep a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That positive attitude was striped away when someone decided to take their bad mood out on me.  It's not my fault you are tired.  It's not my fault you are in a bad mood.  I tried to do everything to make you feel better and yet, you are rude to me.  I understand you are in a bad mood, but when someone is trying to help you out, don't give them the "distant I couldn't care less what you are saying" tone of voice.  It's just rude and disrespectful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I guess I just don't understand why people have to take their moods out on other people.  If you are in a bad mood just politely tell someone you are in no position to be having a conversation because you are afraid you may say something harsh. It's not that hard.  Start acting your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I got that out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is an IMPORTANT day for Liverpool F.C. We are playing Real Madrid in the Champions League.  Although it is only the first leg, we still need the win.  I am glad we have the final leg at home at Anfield though, that will be good for us.  I am glad Stevie made the bench, but I hope we only use him if it is completely necessary. I am not convinced he should be back, yet. Anyways, I hope my boy Fernando can get on the score sheets against his old Archrivals! Oh and even though I am a huge Torres fan, Sergio Ramos is so HAWT, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-2371236291799212824?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/2371236291799212824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/2371236291799212824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-moodschampions-league.html' title='Bad Moods/Champions League'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-5197998981575007756</id><published>2009-02-24T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:43:59.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do boys tickle girls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A little girl (probably 5 years old) standing outside of my office today asked her mom, "Why do boys tickle girls?" I couldn't help but laugh. The mom just looked at me in obvious confusion. I could tell she had NO CLUE what to tell her little girl. So she said, "Honey, boys tickle girls because it makes them giggle. And boys like to make girls giggle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I just sat there. I had no clue what to say or think. So I just thought, "why &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; boys think it is necessary to tickle girls?' I am 23 and boys still think it is necessary to tickle me. Case in point- last night. Is it so hard to say thank you and give a girl a hug without immediately decided to ruin the moment by tickling her? I mean, really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do boys tickle girls because they are completely immature and need the girls to be lowered down to their level and they figure they can accomplish that by making us laugh ridiculously hard?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do boys tickle girls because they like the inevitable smile that comes to our faces, even though we just want to be angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do boys tickle girls because it means they have them so close in their arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do boys tickle girls as a way to express feeling they may not otherwise be able to state?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In all honesty, I have no idea. If someone could please tell me why that would be great! (and I would gladly call that mom and tell her why boys tickle girls).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-5197998981575007756?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/5197998981575007756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/5197998981575007756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-boys-tickle-girls.html' title='Why do boys tickle girls?'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-2493238707107279952</id><published>2007-05-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:21:14.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CDR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Monday I leave for 10 weeks for camp.  I am soo excited, but at the same time, I am not quite sure I am ready.  Well, actually, I know I am not ready.  I haven't exactly even started packing, yet.  Oops! Yea, yea, I know- it's bad to procrastinate.  However, I have just been oh so busy working at the Helpdesk. . .NOT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I have been enjoying a week to myself with my parents gone, though.  It would have been better had the sun been shining every day for me to lay out by the pool, but no, it has to be cloudy and rainy.  Oh well, its better nap taking weather anyways! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have so much to do in the next two days including getting my car checked so it doesn't break on my way to Texas, packing, cleaning the house, saying bye to friends.  I don't want to clean my car, but I have to do that, too.  It is going to be hectic, but I brought it on myself.  So, I cannot complain too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends, hmm, now, that's an interesting subject.  I have become great friends with someone whom I would have never thought.  To say I would miss this person, well, I am not sure, yet.  He makes me laugh, but drives me crazy at the same time.  We fight constantly, but it always ends up with us smiling profusely.  We purposely make each other mad, but only to see just how mad the other will get. We have known each other for almost two years but our friendship didn't really spark until this summer.  I will not miss those times when I would almost punch him in the face because he made me so mad, but I will miss the times when it was impossible not to smile.  I hope our friendship continues to blossom once camp is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Life overall is Good. I have been enjoying it.  I will miss my friends over the summer, but look forward to spending time with those friends I haven't seen since last summer! Feel free to write me over the summer! I will have internet access! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-2493238707107279952?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/2493238707107279952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/2493238707107279952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2007/05/cdr.html' title='CDR'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-6457566911852255361</id><published>2007-04-30T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:34:43.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>250</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;250 is the number of computers I have to image and get ready for distribution Friday. 250 is the number of times I have to boot the Bios window. 250 is the number of times I have to change the Bios password. 250 is the number of times I have to make sure the wireless is set up right.  250 is the number of times I have to place a warranty sticker on the bottom of the 620. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;24 is the number of computers I have to fit on each row in the back in order to keep my OCD in control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;16 is the number of computers John Hermes forgot to put warranty stickers on and I had to go find and put them on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8 is the number of hours I am working every day this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2 is the number of times we keep having to re-start the image because a computer sucks (DOA) and messes it up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1 is the number of times I called John Hermes (the head boss of IT) a moron- for forgetting to put the warranty stickers on one set of computers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So, pretty much, life at the Helpdesk is busy this week! It's been pretty entertaining for the most part, though.  I miss most of my boys- they are either graduated or gone for the summer :( I will make it though.  We figured out the other day I am THE ONLY girl in the helpdesk not married or engaged. haha. It's hilarious! Cause I am not going to be engaged or married for many more years!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P.S. Kendon, they want the Fish book back- or whatever book you took! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-6457566911852255361?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/6457566911852255361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/6457566911852255361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/250.html' title='250'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-5489111405550577828</id><published>2007-04-22T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T15:58:01.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is a tornado</title><content type='html'>I stopped using this for awhile, but I decided to use it again- just for Kendon.  He needs to know what is going on in my life.  So, here we go. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed out (big surprise, huh?). I have 6 finals this week along with work and moving out.  However, once it is all over on Friday, I can enjoy this weekend- which is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to title this weekend "Raley's Birthday Bash Weekend".  We will be having festivities every day/night of this coming weekend.  Including a wonderful trip to Zio's! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;I will be the big 2-1. Kendon is not going to be here, which is rather sad :(.  I know he is just as bummed about it as me, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am sure he is having a wonderful time exploring a new continent half-way across the world- yeah, there's no bitterness in that statement. haha. I think Erin and I are going to move to Africa a year or so after we graduate to do missions work.  She will do medical missions and I will do biblical missions.  It will be wonderful! I am way excited! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, my 15 minute study break is now over. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-5489111405550577828?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/5489111405550577828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/5489111405550577828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-life-is-tornado.html' title='My life is a tornado'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-114062549532107169</id><published>2006-02-22T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:35:51.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A princess. . . A role model</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 Cor 4:18-"For we look not at what's on the oustide but what's on the inside for what's on the outside is only temporary but what's on the inside is eternal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little girl dreams of being a &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; . .&lt;br /&gt;Every little girl dreams of being a Disney princess. . .&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of being &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;Rachel dreamed of being &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ariel&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. . .when I said dreamed I meant dreams (we still want to be them). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I were watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last night while I was talking to Allen. He asked me, why was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my favorite. No one had ever asked me that before, but it really got me thinking (because he &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted an answer). I thought about it and then decided it was because of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belle's&lt;/span&gt; personality. She was beautiful, yet, she still fell in love with the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beast&lt;/span&gt; even though he was gruesome. She set aside his outward appearance and really sought to find who he was inside. Another reason I like it is because she was so un-selfish. She willing gave her life to the beast to save her father. In argument, her father stated, "I am old, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt;, I have lived my life. . ." Her father knew that she had so much ahead of her, but &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt; was so un-selfish that she still decided to become the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beast&lt;/span&gt;'s prisoner for life. She made this decision very quickly not taking time to think about what it may meant, what she was losing. The last reason I love this movie is because of what the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beast&lt;/span&gt; does for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt;. Even though he has fallen in love with her, when he realizes she is un-happy and wants to see her father, he makes it happen. He first shows her the mirror so she can see her father, but then once they realize her father is sick, he lets her go. This had to be hard for him becuase by now, the flower is almost completely wilted meaning they would stay enchanted forever. He not only gave up the love of his life, but the chance at being normal. This brings on two sayings, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you love someone, set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all learn valuable lessons from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. There are so many aspects of life in that movie we are taught at a young age. However, for most of us, we ignore those things and just think about what is best for us. I know it is just a movie, and a children's movie at that, but I guess I could say &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt; is one of my role models. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-114062549532107169?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114062549532107169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114062549532107169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2006/02/princess-role-model.html' title='A princess. . . A role model'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-114045729748300316</id><published>2006-02-20T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:41:38.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much emotion/City Girl</title><content type='html'>These past few days have been extremely challenging emotionally, physically, mentally.  There is nothing harder than some expressing certain feelings and then taking it back.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly content today though.  These past few days are living proof that God will provide the right answer to a situation.  While the answer I got today was not the one I wanted yesterday, it proves that time was definitely on my side.  God is becoming evident in so many aspects of my life and that is what I need right now. It is good to see Him pop up randomly here and there.  While I am not sure what he has in store for me in the upcoming months, I am content living each day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity for me to work at a camp for 10 weeks this summer arose and I applied.  I am still waiting to find out whether or not I got accepted, but I think it will be a great way to reach out to so many kids and share the Love of the Lord with them.  I am super excited and cannot wait at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- while it is a beautiful creation of God- I am not sure how much I like it.  I recognize its beauty, but I cannot stand being cold.  It is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FREEZING&lt;/span&gt; outside right now- literally. . . it is below 32 and I don't like it.  The only thing good that came out of this was I got another chance to wear my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SUPER CUTE&lt;/span&gt; snow boots! Allen, I don't think you ever got to see them, but they are part of my "City girlness" hahahaha.  Now, most of you won't understand that, but I love it.  I am a city girl and probably always will be.  At least until I get that two story house on 50+ acres with a wrap around deck and a deck on the second floor facing the west with two rocking chairs to watch the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sunset&lt;/span&gt; curled up next to the one I love.  Now, obviously, I have to find the one I love first, haha, and then he has to build me my dream house, but hopefully it will happen someday. &lt;br /&gt;Wow, now I feel like elaborating on my dream:&lt;br /&gt;I want to have at least two horses (hopefully more, though).  I want to some of my acreage to be woods so I can take long walks or horseback rides through the woods for hours on end.  This is always very &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I also want kittens and Papillons (Allen, your favorite, no being mean) running around all the time.  I love kittens and cats they are so fun to play with.  Then the only dog I have ever had, Bubbles was the cutest puppy ever!  I loved her so I want at least one of those, too.  I want to have at least three kids, but I don't know whether I want two boys and one girl or one boy and two girls.  Haha, not like I have any control over thatn anyways! I want them to grow up on land but still be in distance of the city so when they are a little older (in high school) they can have a normal city lifestyle.  I want to be far enough way from the city to see the stars not glazed over by &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt; every night, but close enough it isn't considered 'a trip' to get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I can think of at the moment, but if I think of anything else that is imparitive to my dream life, I will let you all know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-114045729748300316?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114045729748300316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114045729748300316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2006/02/too-much-emotioncity-girl.html' title='Too much emotion/City Girl'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-114020868826375688</id><published>2006-02-17T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:38:08.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So busy. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;James 1:2-3~"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;These past few weeks have been extremely stressful.  With four tests in two days last week, two tests this week, being extremely sick for the past few days, and running on only abotu five hours of sleep a night, I am NOT sure how I am still alive.  Last night I got a chance to sit down and call Allen.  It was great hearing from him.  He is doing so well and having the time of his life.  I am so proud of him for being in Acappella even though I miss him SOO SOO very much.  When I found out he was going to move to Nashville I was so sad but so happy he was given this opportunity.  Sitting back and looking back at it, him leaving made me want to mend those relationships with people that may have been cut off for one dumb reason or another.  It made me see that someone you really do care about can be gone in a matter of days.  I am sorry if I have ever hurt any of my friends.  I would never do it intentionally.  All friends have their rough times, I just pray that all of you find it in your hearts to forgive each other and cherish those moments you have together.  I miss hanging out with Allen and I fully believe that someday I will see him again, even if it is just on stage.  To the friends I see everyday- I love you all and I thank God for you being placed in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I realize this post is a little spacey, my mind is in scatter mode right now because I am so tired.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Allen, if you read this, thank you for all that you have done in my life.  For all the things you have taught me even if you do not realize it.  I love you, tons!  Have fun at home this weekend!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&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/22584911-114020868826375688?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/feeds/114020868826375688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584911&amp;postID=114020868826375688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114020868826375688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114020868826375688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-busy.html' title='So busy. . .'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-114020120444884057</id><published>2006-02-17T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:56:42.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 Peter 3:3-53 ~&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. 4 Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/174/9868/640/Raley%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/174/9868/320/Raley%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hmm, what can I say? What girl doesn't love dressing up? While every one should love themselves no matter what. I enjoy wearing jeans, a hoodie, and tennis shoes everyday. Others feel as though they have to dress up to impress people. I feel better about myself when someone tells me I look beautiful when I do not look special at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;However, there are those times when you just want to throw on a beautiful dress, do your hair and go out. It is a blast to take pictures and smile with all the confidence in the world. You always know you had a good time if at the end of the night, your face feels as though it is in a permanent smile, and that you don't want to smile again for a few days! Go out and have some fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To all your girls out there, hold your heads high. Love your body. The best way to feel best about yourself is to take care of yourself. You don't have to be a size 3 just be healthy. Live so you feel good about yourself! God loves you the way you are and one day you will find that special someone that loves you the way you are as well. But before you can find that special someone, love yourself the way you are. . .&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was banquet time. . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-114020120444884057?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/feeds/114020120444884057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584911&amp;postID=114020120444884057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114020120444884057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114020120444884057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2006/02/beauty.html' title='beauty'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584911.post-114015180899025943</id><published>2006-02-16T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:50:08.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more space</title><content type='html'>Just what I need, another space to keep up with.  Let's see, I have: Facebook, Xanga, and MySpace.  Now I have this! Haha, what am I thinking!  Well, I am not going to make this long tonight, but I thought I would just say hi,  So, Hey!! I hope you have all had great days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584911-114015180899025943?l=thoserandomwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/feeds/114015180899025943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584911&amp;postID=114015180899025943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114015180899025943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584911/posts/default/114015180899025943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserandomwords.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-space.html' title='more space'/><author><name>loveraley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14697289085536212920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgbuUqUHFAM/S7ZqZajpL2I/AAAAAAAAABA/liM_d0YLt-Y/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
