<?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-86956696375378552</id><updated>2012-01-21T23:45:08.774-05:00</updated><category term='regrets'/><category term='lost'/><category term='love'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='family'/><category term='apologies'/><category term='pain'/><title type='text'>What Were You Expecting?</title><subtitle type='html'>My little corner to let my words speak volumes.&lt;br&gt; 
I love to write and now I can!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-4481144692995575801</id><published>2012-01-21T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:45:08.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So damn tired</title><summary type='text'>I am so freaking tired of being the second best. And that is what I have been for nearly 2 years. I have been with a man I adore since June 2010. It seems like a life time for me. I love him, with all my being I love him. But he has this issue where he's been physically separated from his wife since October 2008 and he simply procrastinates. So while he's had no contact with her since then and we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/4481144692995575801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/4481144692995575801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-damn-tired.html' title='So damn tired'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-4649660305231038539</id><published>2012-01-12T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:23:00.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Moment</title><summary type='text'>It's a rare and sad moment, well for some, when you realize your family is not family but simply people you happen to share chromosomes and genes with. I have 3 sisters, 1 with the same mother and the other two simply with the same father. Life has ways of putting obstacles in you way and sometimes others can control whether they move. 

I messed up in their eyes, in 2004 when I re-married. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/4649660305231038539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/4649660305231038539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-moment.html' title='That Moment'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-8039262790921038782</id><published>2011-12-19T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:01:16.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Mindless Ramblings of a Lost Sister</title><summary type='text'>


I miss my sisters. I've never made any sort of inclination to the opposite. I've tried to reconnect with them through the avenues I have available. This has done me no good. Two sisters have completely blocked me from all contact other than snail mail, ex step mother the same. One sister finally allows me on her FB and for some reason has nothing to say to me. I admitted my mistakes and faults</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/8039262790921038782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/8039262790921038782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2011/12/mindless-ramblings-of-lost-sister.html' title='Mindless Ramblings of a Lost Sister'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author><georss:featurename>Home Garden, CA 93230, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.3032834 -119.6362393</georss:point><georss:box>36.2904869 -119.6559803 36.3160799 -119.6164983</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-7192378871810306052</id><published>2011-12-13T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:58:46.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog...about a Blog</title><summary type='text'>
Ok I don't normally do this, you know post about others blogs but I have to give props to Mary at Sparkling Reviews. Not only does she give great reviews of movies, books and other things she has the best giveaways I've ever seen. It truly shows her generosity and love for her followers. I highly recommend her!!!



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/7192378871810306052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/7192378871810306052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2011/12/blogabout-blog.html' title='Blog...about a Blog'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1116.photobucket.com/albums/k561/SparklingReviews/Design/th_button160x160.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-7485089865821213804</id><published>2011-10-05T12:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:25:14.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New iPad2</title><summary type='text'>So my wonderful and amazing fiancé just got me an iPad2. Now I'm a windows girl but let me tell you this... I love it. I love the speed, the apps, and just all of it. Some of the companies apps are not the best but so long as they improve them we will be good. 
I use this thing everyday and I love the ease of it. Don't get me wrong I love my HP laptop and my Android smart phone too but this is so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/7485089865821213804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/7485089865821213804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-ipad2.html' title='New iPad2'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-2763561174049177419</id><published>2010-09-13T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:14:05.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People...</title><summary type='text'>Do you think people genuinely do not see their own flaws? Perhaps they honestly think themselves to be a good person, honest, caring...when in fact they are spiteful, liars who falsify their caring. Perhaps they do not know, or perhaps they do &amp; choose to ignore it. Granted we all have a less than appealing side, and those that try to deny that are fooling themselves. There will always be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/2763561174049177419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/2763561174049177419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2010/09/people.html' title='People...'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-2000524231772193097</id><published>2010-06-05T00:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:21:38.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><summary type='text'>Ok, what you all think? Do you agree the world will come to an end on December 21, 2012? Or is it simply just going to be another day? Did the Mayans, or Nostradamus take into account Leap Years? How do they know really? And if they knew all this stuff, well what the hell out with it?Have you seen the movie "2012"? Its some pretty unbelievable action there! Will California fall or slide into the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/2000524231772193097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/2000524231772193097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2010/06/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-9018890786269388463</id><published>2010-03-27T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:44:55.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves...of jello!</title><summary type='text'>So, at 30 is it still ok to be nervous about travel and the endeavors that will go along with it? Here in about a week my daughter and I will be flying to California. While there we will spend time with my best friend and her family...as well as take my daughter to Disneyland for her 9th birthday!

Another quest... going to Las Vegas with a man I've been infatuated with sicne 2006. I know nothing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/9018890786269388463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/9018890786269388463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2010/03/nervesof-jello.html' title='Nerves...of jello!'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-571389058832547829</id><published>2010-03-23T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:49:05.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of Single Mom-hood</title><summary type='text'>I always thought being a mom would be the best decision I could make. Until I chose to have a child with a dead beat father. Now when you think dead beat, you think no childsupport, contact or anything. I was smart or simply just able to do it, but I have child support guaranteed... so that isn't the issue. The issue I have is the fact that he has little to no contact with her. How can you not? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/571389058832547829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/571389058832547829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2010/03/joys-of-single-mom-hood.html' title='Joys of Single Mom-hood'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-2838065708074051285</id><published>2010-02-24T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:16:11.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of the Detox!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so over the span of 6 years since I have moved to this wonderful *lie* town, I have been on a plethora of medications. I am talking from Effexor, Lexapro, Topamax, and just a ton of them. The start of them were due to migraines and we couldn't figure out where they were coming from. I had my first deal with vertigo in March of 2004 and that was the downward spiral of them. 

So I have had my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/2838065708074051285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/2838065708074051285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-1-of-detox.html' title='Day 1 of the Detox!'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-69269660646716122</id><published>2010-01-17T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:00:01.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions...</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I question life and how those that don't deserve the blessings they have continue to get them. It makes you really wonder if playing it safe, being the better person, being nice and such is really worth it. If you are going to continue to be the one on the outs, why do it? If it will only bring you pain, why bother? I guess, I just am not sure any more...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/69269660646716122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/69269660646716122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2010/01/questions.html' title='Questions...'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-2559397172383488113</id><published>2010-01-02T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:49:36.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of the moment...</title><summary type='text'>your memory like kryptonite leaves my heart fallen without a pulse crippled by pain and lost in the dark hand on my soul with out a release without choice its yours forever unable to keep silence the thoughts within my head I scream them outloud that its love, love that is unwavering and unable to be denied...with you I am whole but without you I am lost... hmm so like there ya go!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/2559397172383488113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/2559397172383488113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-of-moment.html' title='thoughts of the moment...'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-6047869023102267824</id><published>2009-10-17T10:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:50:02.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...as I see it...</title><summary type='text'>Remember when our parents told us that life isn't fair? I never believed them until just recently. There is nothing fair about being a good heart and having it always broken. Thinking that this "one" is the "one" only to find out it will be another "one" to crush you. And second chances, what are those really for? I am thinking that they are for the person who hurt you once to hurt you twice. And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/6047869023102267824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/6047869023102267824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifeas-i-see-it_17.html' title='Life...as I see it...'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-5493633729812179698</id><published>2009-08-24T18:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:43:53.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescence to Adulthood</title><summary type='text'>I've often wondered why some people matured into adults and others haven't. Recently I decided to get back in touch with kids from my younger days. I thought surely after 15 plus years that things would be different this time around and that they would have grown up. I didn't realize how wrong I was until today. I thought for sure that crude comments were only made by children, not men of nearly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/5493633729812179698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/5493633729812179698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/08/adolescence-to-adulthood.html' title='Adolescence to Adulthood'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-6625791680556703705</id><published>2009-08-15T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:52:40.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling The East Coast</title><summary type='text'>Well all, I just had the unpleasant experience of driving from Beaufort South Carolina all the way up to Industry Maine. That was quite possibly the longest and worst drive/vacation I've had. I was driving up there to bring my daughter home after a 2 month visit with her Grandparents. We thought it would be better because when we fly her home there is always a problem with the flights.So I begin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/6625791680556703705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/6625791680556703705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/08/traveling-east-coast.html' title='Traveling The East Coast'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-8418771544130093998</id><published>2009-07-28T23:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:20:53.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Changes</title><summary type='text'>They say that time changes everything. Up until very recently I never believed that. With the joy of technology I reconnected with a bully. Yes that is right, someone who made me the butt of many jokes in school. I thought this grudge I held would last forever. Why then, after merely speaking to him once, am I over what he did and thinking he is a fantastic man now. He's joined the Army and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/8418771544130093998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/8418771544130093998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-changes.html' title='Time Changes'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-7443062964265411021</id><published>2009-07-13T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:44:20.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LAX</title><summary type='text'>Well here I sit waiting for my flight at Los Angeles' LAX airport. First let me say that it shocks the hell out of me that in 2009 they don't have free wi-fi.. Yes I paid 7.99 to get on for 24 hours. Figured, why not, you never know. Then of course I shared it with a girl next to me who thought the same damn thing. No Wi-Fi?? WTF over?!Anyways, sitting here off to the side of the walk way (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/7443062964265411021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/7443062964265411021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/lax.html' title='LAX'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-3681613042179109993</id><published>2009-07-12T17:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:34:35.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudeness in California</title><summary type='text'>So, I was in Hollywood, Santa Monica and other areas down in Southern California.  I have never, ever, experienced such rude and obnoxious people. It makes me wonder if these people act the same way at home. Since most of them are tourists as well I just wonder this. We did yes have a stroller with us, but we kept saying excuse me and it amazed me at how they pretended to not hear. I am furious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/3681613042179109993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/3681613042179109993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/rudeness-in-california.html' title='Rudeness in California'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-1559263579781667122</id><published>2009-07-11T01:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:04:14.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Personality</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered how your personality came to be what it is? Did you inherit traits from your family that have just become yours? Maybe you change like I do from one situation to another. I don't feel that I have one personality. I am not saying I have multiple personalities and I need to be hospitalized. What I mean is that I am one way with my friends and another with my daughter. I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/1559263579781667122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/1559263579781667122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-of-personality.html' title='Thoughts of Personality'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-3742302328437390773</id><published>2009-07-03T19:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:19:01.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We the people...</title><summary type='text'>So as we come to the 233 birthday of our Nation, one has to consider what this nation has gone through. Deaths of Presidents, troops, celebrities, and old fashioned rules. Over the years of America, women have been given the rights to vote, Africans were given freedom and children have been given educations. While America is still not the best she can be, she is one that is climbing to meet her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/3742302328437390773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/3742302328437390773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-people.html' title='We the people...'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-1505745184669737894</id><published>2009-07-02T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:20:09.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><summary type='text'>1. Where was your profile pic taken?
at Disney World in Florida ( The Military hotel there, April 2008)


2. What exactly are you wearing right now?
Grey loungy pants and a blue tank from the Beaufort Water Festival 2007


3. What is your current problem?
Nothing really, no problems


4. What makes you happy?
Samantha's Smile


5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?
None, well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/1505745184669737894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/1505745184669737894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-249444733535508355</id><published>2009-06-30T20:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:21:39.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain me something...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so are manners not taught in other areas of the US, or world? The reason I ask this is because when these people come into our office from other places, and even here, they are so R U D E. I don't mean they have an attitude, but are completely rude. As a child were you told that you can just walk up to someone and expect them to quit what they are doing to help you? Or better yet, did your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/249444733535508355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/249444733535508355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/explain-me-something.html' title='Explain me something...'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-7792924757724745607</id><published>2009-06-29T21:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:18:44.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever???</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever sat and wondered, what really goes on in a persons life that would allow them to think they are better than another? Do you think you are better than someone else? I don't think I have ever, in my life, thought I was better than another. I have always felt that putting yourself above another, really made you less. Does this make sense? What I mean is, how can one person say "I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/7792924757724745607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/7792924757724745607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever???'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86956696375378552.post-6766992814193154060</id><published>2009-06-29T18:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:18:31.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday June 29, 2009</title><summary type='text'>Five months from today I turn 30. And before I realized this I was dreading this age. As though this age was sort of an ending to a chapter in my life. However, now I see it as an extension of the past. The only thing that will change is the outlook I have on who I let in my life Growing up mentally at such a young age, 30 no longer seems like a death sentence I can look back upon my last 30 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/6766992814193154060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86956696375378552/posts/default/6766992814193154060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom2samantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-june-29-2009.html' title='Monday June 29, 2009'/><author><name>Haeddre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11468717676105622678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaTAZ_0i3zQ/To6GjGCMRPI/AAAAAAAAHPw/7TPXPmvnhuc/s220/DSC02145%2B3.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
