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  <title>Defying Gravity</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 02:56:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Song fic part tres</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Part 3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;On the opening day of basketball practice for the following season, Brennan surprised Kirsten by proposing in front of 16,300 fans at the local university’s Midnight Madness Scrimmage, how exactly was she suppose to say no to that? They’d come full circle, and now four months later, as &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Kirsten sets there in the hairdresser’s chair waiting to see her hair the morning of her wedding, she can’t help but be amazed at what can happen when you give your heart to the right person. Yeah, it was scary and there were times when she was afraid that Brennan was going to give it back to her in pieces, but that’s what a relationship is, right? A roller coaster of emotions that takes you for the ride of your life, and it can prove that happy endings really do come true.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Brennan is staring at his and Kirsten’s engagement picture, lost in the memories of the past year when Ollie comes and knocks on his office door, ‘What are you still doing here man? Don’t you have a wedding you need to be getting to?’ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;‘Yes, yes I do, Oliver, but as I recall you have still get your monkey suit on too,’ Brennan replies with a laugh, spinning his chair around and shutting his laptop down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;‘You sad you’re giving up the bachelor life?’ Ollie asks, fully knowing the answer to that question.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;‘C’mon dude! I’m marrying the girl of my dreams and she happens to love sports just as much as I do....you really have to ask?’ Brennan says with a grin on his face. ‘Besides, what about you, Kirsten told me that Michelle told her that the two of you are getting pretty close?’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;‘Actually, you’re the first person I’ve told except for her parents....but at the reception tonight I’m proposing, with this.’ Pulling out a 1/2 carat princess cut diamond with inset stones on each side, Ollie asks anxiously, ‘You think she’ll like it?’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;‘’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Three hours later, as Brennan is watching Kirsten walk down the aisle on her Dad’s arm, he can’t believe he’s getting to marry the most beautiful girl in the world. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Kirsten is trying very hard not to cry as she walks down the aisle, she’s savoring every minute of it. All she can think is how close she came to letting the fear and worry ruin the most perfect thing in the world. She’s picked the perfect song to convey that to Brennan she hopes.....for you see, Kirsten got to pick their wedding song and Brennan has no idea what it is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Two hours later, after the vows, the pictures, being introduced as husband and wife as they are walking into the reception, cutting the cake (and consequently, smearing it on each others face); the newlyweds are taking their place on the dance floor about ready to have their first dance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;As the first notes start to come from the speakers, Brennan’s eyes fill with tears as he realizes what song his wife has chosen. This song has become very familiar to Brennan over the past year, Kirsten told him a long time ago that Rascal Flatts was her favorite band and she made a reference to this song on their ‘first date’-that cold winter night long ago. And as the chorus played and Kirsten softly sang along, Brennan knew those words would always be true.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;She’ll love it! Come on....let’s go get a drink before we head to the house to change into those monkey suits. I’m getting married!’ Brennan exclaims.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Now you’re here and everything’s changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Suddenly life means so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;And find out that this promise is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I will never have to go back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;The day before you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 00:13:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Song fic part deux.....</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much damage from&amp;nbsp;the tomatoes....so here&apos;s part 2! Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Part 2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, but heaven knows those years without you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Were shaping my heart for the day that I found you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Interaction between Kirsten and Brennan was short and kind of awkward for the next couple of weeks. Every conversation they had was work related, nothing was ever brought up about that late night conversation, even though it was never far from either one’s mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brennan kept trying to figure out ways to convince Kirsten that he couldn’t and wouldn’t break her heart. He knew from the first time that he ever met Kirsten that she was ‘The One’, call it cheesy, call it whatever you want, but Brennan knew. He also knew the internal battle that Kirsten was fighting with herself, he knew she was scared, he knew she’d been hurt, but he’d also seen the way they interacted, the way she opened up that night and the way she looked at him. Brennan knew what Kirsten was going through, he’d been there before too. He knew the first time afterwards was the hardest and yes, the chance of getting your heart broken a 2nd time was the scariest thing in the world to think of, but he also knew that what he felt for Kirsten he’d never felt before and he’d never feel again. Brennan was nothing if not patient and persistent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten told herself it wasn’t worth it, it would never work and that she was happy with her life right now. What would happen if Brennan broke her heart? Would she be able to survive it again? How would she be able to go to work and see him everyday? The questions constantly plaguing her....would she? could she? The unknown is what scared her the most.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;You’re the reason for all that I’ve been through&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then I’m thankful for the day before you&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Spring rolls around and the conference tournament comes to town. At the staff meeting the week before the tourney, Jake informs that because of this year’s tourney involving five Top 25 teams he was assigning two reporters, so along with Kirsten, Brennan would go to cover half of the games. &lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;em&gt;How am I suppose to do this? I can’t do this....I won’t, I can’t, I’ll tell Jake I want Lindsey to come with me, that I want her to get the experience. No, I’ll be ok... Kirsten, come on, you can do this....just treat him like any other guy...think of him like you think of Ollie, yeah, that’s what I’ll do....treat him like I treat Ollie’&lt;/em&gt; Kirsten tells herself. &lt;br /&gt;All the while Brennan is watching Kirsten, seeing all the different emotions play across her face, knowing what is going through her head. He’s happy for the chance to get to work with Kirsten because she is one of the best sports journalists but cursing the fact that he has to be so close to her while not being able to say anything about how he feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year’s tournament is one of the most exciting to be played in the past couple of years--five Top 25 teams, 4 All-American’s and two seniors that all of America has fallen in love with.....Thursday’s games go pretty much how everyone has expected, with all the higher ranked seeds winning easily. Kirsten and Brennan spend the evening writing in silence, the only sounds being the clack of the keyboards and the random question asked every once in a while. Brennan was still reeling from being at a major conference tournament, from being so close you can hear the coaches giving instructions during the timeouts, feeling the intensity roll off the court, interviewing the players after the games. He’s in awe of Kirsten, you can tell this is where she belongs, there’s a look in her eye that she’s never had before, an intensity to her writing that’s never been there and for the first time since that cold, windy night she’s really, truly happy. &lt;br /&gt;‘I don’t think I can write another sentence, I’m too tired. I don’t know how you do it Kirsten; I’m going to bed, g’nite’ Brennan unfolds from his chair, stands up and stretches. &lt;br /&gt;‘G’nite Brennan, see you bright and early tomorrow,’ Kirsten looks up and smiles a real smile at him, the kind where her whole face lights up. &lt;br /&gt;Brennan closes his laptop, grabs his Dr. Pepper and starts to head back to his room when he hears Kirsten go ‘Hey Brennan?’ &lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah?’ he turns around and looks at Kirsten. &lt;br /&gt;‘You wanna know how I can do this....because this is the one month out of the whole year when my life makes sense. It’s not about me, my life, or my problems...it’s about the game and the love of the game and how these guys go out every game and give everything they have for their team. One chance, one shot, one game and it all can change.....it all can end. This one month is what makes the 11 other months a year a little bit more manageable.’ She says with a sad smile. &lt;br /&gt;Brennan is so taken back by the intensity and emotion of what he just heard that he doesn’t know what to say, so he just looks at Kirsten and tries to convey some of the emotion he’s feeling. He turns and walks to his hotel room, filtering through what Kirsten just told him and realizing once again how badly he wants to know the girl behind that pretty face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Was the last day that I ever lived alone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I&apos;m never going back&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No, I&apos;m never going back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten smiles to herself as she remembers that conversation, that weekend was really the turning point in their relationship. The championship game was the peak, Brennan had never seen a game like it and to watch him get caught up in the intensity, joy and heartbreak was like nothing else. As the game ended, Kirsten was on her feet screaming with the rest of the fans cheering for their team, Brennan turns to her with wonder and amazement written on his face and says ‘I get it....I totally get it.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught up in the moment, Kirsten takes a step and throws her arms around him; without even thinking about it, Brennan lowers his head and kisses her. Kirsten doesn’t even try to fight it, it feels too right, and when she pulls back with tears in her eyes and a shy grin on her face, Brennan leans over and whispers in her ear, ‘I’ll never hurt you Kirsten......just trust me, I’ll be whatever you need me to be.’&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 01:42:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>song fic</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ok...........here&apos;s my first attempt at a song fic........thanks to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_candycentric&apos; lj:user=&apos;candycentric&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://candycentric.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://candycentric.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;candycentric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and all her encouragement.........anyone who knows me, knows I&apos;m a&amp;nbsp;die-hard Rascal Flatts fan....so I&amp;nbsp;used one of their songs for my&amp;nbsp;first fic.so I present to you...........&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;*The Day Before You-ErinCamille*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves &amp;amp; then runs off to hide under the bed until further notice that it&apos;s safe to come out*&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Part 1&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had all but given up&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On finding the one that I could fall into&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The day before you&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d spent years carefully constructing the walls around her heart, promising herself that no one would be able to get that close, having her heart broken into a million pieces once was enough. Never again would someone be able to have that much power over her. She’d opened her heart to the one guy she thought she’d spend forever with, she shared her hopes and dreams, told him her greatest fears and in the end it just came back to bite her. She threw herself into her school, graduated with honors and then threw herself into her job. Anything to keep her mind off the emotions that still hit her whenever she thought about him or their time together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt; I was ready to settle for&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Less than love and not much more&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was no such thing as a dream come true&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten had always been the strong one, the one that everyone always relied on, the one that when all hell was breaking loose, she was there to find a way out. Her heart could be breaking, but she’d plaster a smile on her face &amp;amp; go on saving the world....that was her job, she was ‘Supergirl’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than almost anything else in this world, she wanted to have someone take care of her. Kirsten was scared though, she’d tried that once and all she got out of the deal was a shattered heart.........so when people would say ‘I’ve got the greatest guy I want you to meet’, she’d say that she didn’t have the time for a relationship so why even start. She wasn’t ready to open that door, to let someone in, to lose control, even though that’s what she wanted the most, she couldn’t and wouldn’t let herself. What was worse, to let someone else in again and possibly get hurt or play it safe, not take that chance and be alone? That was the question that Kirsten didn’t exactly want to find out the answer to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Oh, but that was on the day before you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten met Brennan on a Monday morning at the bi-weekly staff meeting. He walked in with their boss Jake and was introduced as the newest member of the sports journalism team, which meant he’d be working with her a lot, since she was the sports editor. He was your typical Midwestern boy.....use to hard work, a wind-whipped looked to his face, blonde-brownish hair, but his one defining feature was his eyes, eyes an unusual green-blue color that were as clear as Caribbean water. While realizing in some distant part of her mind that he was pretty cute, Kirsten was more interested in how well he knew sports. After the meeting she told Brennan to come to her office with her so they could talk, and she could get a ‘feel’ for him and his writing. &lt;br /&gt;Kirsten had barely sat down behind her desk when Brennan handed her a manilla envelope with some of his articles and stories &lt;br /&gt;‘I thought you might like to see some of these.’ He told Kirsten. &lt;br /&gt;‘You beat me to the punch, make yourself comfortable while I take a look,’ Kirsten said. &lt;br /&gt;Brennan started looking at Kirsten’s assorted collection of sports memorabilia she had in her office, pictures of her with college basketball All-Americans, football greats, golfers, tennis players, legendary announcers, pictures of different teams–high school, college and professional. &lt;br /&gt;‘Wow, you really love your job don’t you?’ Brennan turns to look at Kirsten with amusement and surprise on his face, and in his voice. &lt;br /&gt;‘I grew up around sports, my dad was a fan of most of the local teams, even when we lived in a different state I can remember him listening to the games from around here......what can I say, I can’t help it,’ she grins as she looks up from reading. &lt;br /&gt;‘These are really good Brennan, you know your sports and your passionate about it, my favorite 2 qualities in a writer..........so here’s what I’m gonna do, for the rest of the week you’re gonna follow Oliver, another one of my top writers, and see how we do things. I want one article on my desk by noon on Friday and it’ll run in Saturday’s paper, and then we’ll go from there.’ Kirsten looks at Brennan letting him know that she’s giving him a big opportunity here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week passed quickly, this was a busy time sports-wise in the area, and it gave Kirsten a chance to see how well Brennan handled everything. It could get really crazy and she needed to know that Brennan would be able to handle it all. After Brennan’s first article was published and well received, Kirsten relaxed and gave Brennan more room to grow and write, soon he had an article in the paper every other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of months, things finally started slowing down and to congratulate everyone on doing such a good job, Kirsten decided to take everyone out to dinner one Friday night. Kirsten, Oliver, Brennan, and 2 of Kirsten’s other writers, Meghan and Lindsey all met at a local steak house. &lt;br /&gt;‘A toast to survival.......and awesome writing,’ Kirsten told everyone as they were waiting on their food, ‘and a toast to our new writer for keeping his head above water, and doing well at it too.’ &lt;br /&gt;‘Here, here!’ echoed everyone else. The night passed quickly, good food and good company made the evening even more enjoyable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt; In your eyes I see forever&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It makes me wish that my life never knew&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the day before you&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was just Brennan and Kirsten left setting at the table, while everyone else had to work in the morning, they both were getting a well deserved day off. They sat there talking like they were childhood friends, before they both had knew it, the restaurant was closing, but neither one wanted to break the flow of conversation. Kirsten took Brennan to a little coffee shop about 2 blocks away from her apartment that was open all night. &lt;br /&gt;‘Hey Kirsten, how are ya?’ Michelle asked, one of the barista’s that knew Kirsten really well. &lt;br /&gt;‘Pretty good Michelle.....I want you to meet my newest writer, Brennan; Brennan, this is Michelle, the greatest hot chocolate maker in the world.’ Kirsten introduces the two of them as she settles down into the overstuffed chair in front of the electric fireplace &lt;br /&gt;‘Nice to meet you Michelle,’ Brennan smiles as he takes off his coat, ‘the best hot chocolate maker in the world huh? That sounds pretty good right about now too.’ &lt;br /&gt;‘The usual for you K? How ‘bout you Brennan?’ Michelle asks firing up the espresso machine. &lt;br /&gt;‘I’m gonna trust her judgement on this &amp;amp; have whatever she is,’ Brennan says to Michelle, while looking at Kirsten. ‘I’m holding you responsible if I don’t like this.’ &lt;br /&gt;‘Trust me.......she’s awesome, you’ll love it’ Kirsten tells him with smile on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle brings Kirsten and Brennan their hot chocolate and Brennan has to admit that it’s the best he’s ever had. The conversation starts back up and soon Kirsten and Brennan are lost in their own little world. Their conversation ranges from growing up to how they got interested in journalism to their hobbies, pretty much anything and &lt;br /&gt;everything. &lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, you guys......you guys,’ Michelle breaks into the conversation. ‘You do realize it’s like 2:15 am right?’ &lt;br /&gt;‘What?! You’re kidding right, there’s no way it’s that late, we just left the restaurant like an hour &amp;amp; a half ago........oh my gosh, we’ve been here for over 3 hours,’ Kirsten exclaims finally looking at her watch. &lt;br /&gt;‘I seriously thought it couldn’t be any later than maybe about midnight, I probably should go home and get some sleep,’ Brennan says, getting up from his chair and putting on his coat. &lt;br /&gt;The slap of the chilly North wind against Brennan and Kirsten’s faces brings the fact that it literally is the dead of night home. &lt;br /&gt;‘Can I ask you a personal question Kirsten? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,’ Brennan asks with a sideways glance. At her shy nod, Brennan takes a deep breath and asks the one question he’s been dying to ever since meeting her two and a half months earlier, ‘Do you have someone special in your life?’ &lt;br /&gt;The reply of ‘No’ comes so soft, Brennan wonders if she actually answered or if it was in his head. &lt;br /&gt;‘Can I ask how a wonderful, passionate girl like you doesn’t have someone?’ he quietly asks, taking it one step further. &lt;br /&gt;‘Because I can’t,’ she whispers, not daring to look up. &lt;br /&gt;‘Can’t what Kirsten?’ Brennan asks in a low voice that sends shivers up Kirsten’s spine. &lt;br /&gt;‘I can’t get hurt again,’ and with that answer, she takes off running towards her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Brennan can do nothing but stand and watch as she runs down the street, watching as she fumbles for her key before finally pulling it out and letting herself in the building.&amp;nbsp; In a voice that comes from emotions he’s never felt before, Brennan promises to an empty street, ‘But I never will.’&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 01:13:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Comment and I&apos;ll give you a letter.&lt;br /&gt;In your journal, list 10 of your favorite (or random) songs that begin with that letter.&amp;nbsp;My darling girl&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_candycentric&apos; lj:user=&apos;candycentric&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://candycentric.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://candycentric.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;candycentric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gave me the letter &quot;T&quot;&amp;nbsp; So.....w/out further ado......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot;&gt;&apos;Take Me There&apos;-Rascal Flatts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&apos;Truly Madly Deeply&apos;-Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&apos;Tell Me Something Good&apos;-Rufus &amp;amp; Chaka Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ccff&quot;&gt;&apos;Takin&apos; You Home&apos;-Don Henley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;&apos;Tangled Up&apos;-Billy Currington&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#666699&quot;&gt;&apos;This Never Happened Before&apos;-Paul McCartney&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot;&gt;&apos;That&apos;s the Beat of a Heart&apos;-Sara Evans &amp;amp; the Warren Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&apos;That&apos;s What Friends Are For&apos;-Dionne Warwick&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;&apos;To Make You Feel My Love&apos;-Josh Kelley/Garth Brooks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&apos;This Wasn&apos;t Suppose to Happen&apos;-Army of Anyone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 23:57:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>light at the end of the tunnel?</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. GIVE. UP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;Some times I really just hate people............especially my bosses--they&apos;re so wishy-washy....I can&apos;t stand people like that, it drives me nuts.&amp;nbsp; I have enough stress in my life..................&lt;br /&gt;The last month &amp;amp; a half has probably been one of the toughest of my life.............emotionally, mentally, physically.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know it won&apos;t ever be easy for me.....I don&apos;t really expect that.......but please, please, please let it be better than the past 6 weeks.&amp;nbsp; For probably the first time in a very, very, very long time.........there&apos;s light at the end of the tunnel....who knows........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;*For a certain person that reads this--I&apos;ll be fine.......I&apos;m &apos;Supergirl&apos;-remember.......&amp;amp; yeah, I miss you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 15:29:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>whining</title>
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  <description>I hate my life............I know we all have those days, but lately those days have come more &amp;amp; more for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;I hate my life, I hate having no money, I hate not having a car, I hate that most of my friends live far away, I hate not being able to just pick up &amp;amp; go do something with them, I hate that 2 of the people I&apos;ve always admired &amp;amp; looked up to now treat me like I&apos;m invisible, I hate watching my Gramma get worse everyday, I hate that my mom is working 2 jobs &amp;amp; taking car of Grams..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot;&gt;I was &apos;spose to go see Ash........&apos;til cars broke down, then Mickey called me &amp;amp; wanted to come down &amp;amp; hang out w/ them last night........had to turn that down...........so I spent last night either crying or lying depressed on the couch-yeah not much fun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99cc00&quot;&gt;Out of 5 weekends I&apos;m only gonna be @ Sun for 1 of them &amp;amp; that was last weekend.........next weekend&apos;s the wedding, then I make a flying trip to Freddy for Tyler &amp;amp; Tiffany&apos;s wedding on Sat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;take Gramps to Beloit on Sun.&amp;nbsp;the weekend after that, the end of Aug is our CO&apos;s visit &amp;amp; the weekend after that is Unassigned Territory (YAY!).............can I have a gun? pretty please? pretty pretty please?&amp;nbsp;with sugar on top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Wicked the Musical-I&apos;m Not that Girl</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Wicked the Musical-I&apos;m Not that Girl</media:title>
  <lj:mood>exhausted</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 00:34:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>seven songs</title>
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  <description>I got tagged by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_candycentric&apos; lj:user=&apos;candycentric&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://candycentric.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://candycentric.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;candycentric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List seven songs you are into right now, no matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they&apos;re not any good, but they must be songs you&apos;re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they&apos;re listening to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So w/out any further ado............&lt;br /&gt;*Take Me There-Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;*I&apos;m Not that Girl-Wicked the Musical&lt;br /&gt;*Stand-Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;*Interstate Love Song-Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br /&gt;*Lost in this Moment-Big &amp;amp; Rich&lt;br /&gt;*Nothing Man-Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;*Signal Fire-Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...................now I&apos;m tagging &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_jess5302&apos; lj:user=&apos;jess5302&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jess5302.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jess5302.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jess5302&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_kissingdaylight&apos; lj:user=&apos;kissingdaylight&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kissingdaylight.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kissingdaylight.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kissingdaylight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_theartofmegann&apos; lj:user=&apos;theartofmegann&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theartofmegann.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theartofmegann.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;theartofmegann&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_so_bambiesque&apos; lj:user=&apos;so_bambiesque&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://so-bambiesque.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://so-bambiesque.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;so_bambiesque&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_borncountry26&apos; lj:user=&apos;borncountry26&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://borncountry26.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://borncountry26.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;borncountry26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_crossmymind&apos; lj:user=&apos;crossmymind&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crossmymind.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crossmymind.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;crossmymind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_detectivetaylor&apos; lj:user=&apos;detectivetaylor&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://detectivetaylor.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://detectivetaylor.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;detectivetaylor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>song list</category>
  <lj:music>smallville</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">smallville</media:title>
  <lj:mood>depressed</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 01:03:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Always..................</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666699&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve always liked to write.........my friends have always encouraged me to just do it.&amp;nbsp; Some of my best writing hits me late at night........this was no exception, I think I was up &apos;til midnight or a little afterwards.&amp;nbsp; So, here&apos;s my first attempt at a song......I have no idea as to writing the music, well I do, kinda mid-tempo, I&apos;m thinking a Michael Buble sounding song.&lt;br /&gt;So here&apos;s the lyrics............*hides under desk from flying tomatoes*&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00007f&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Always...............&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying shattered on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;You just can’t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Scream out loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;but no one else hears a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Tell me who’s going to take care of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Tell me who’s going to love you like I do?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I’ll always be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Near or far I’m gonna be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Always for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Amazement &amp;amp; wonder written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Eyes shine looking at a new place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Laughter &amp;amp; joy fill your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;as making new memories you rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Tell me who’s going to be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Sharing each new moment every time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Turn to me baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I’ll always be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Near or far I’m gonna be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Always for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Turn to me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Now &amp;amp; forever I’m always w/ you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Sharing each new moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Turn to me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Forever for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Always for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>wicked the musical soundtrack</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">wicked the musical soundtrack</media:title>
  <lj:mood>nervous</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 17:04:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>music notes</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#003366&quot;&gt;L-O-V-E Flatts new song............It&apos;s awesome, it&apos;s perfect........the lyrics are &apos;flatt&apos; out beyond perfect (couldn&apos;t help it-lol)&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO SEE FLATTS!!!!!!!!! PLEASE COME BACK TO KANSAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Click the cute little cut to get the lyrics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Take Me There&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Take Me There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s a place in your heart nobody&apos;s been&lt;br /&gt;Take me there&lt;br /&gt;Things nobody knows &lt;br /&gt;Not even your friends&lt;br /&gt;Take me there&lt;br /&gt;Tell me &apos;bout your mama, your daddy, your hometown&lt;br /&gt;Show me around &lt;br /&gt;I want to see it all&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t leave anything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know everything about you then&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go down every road you&apos;ve been&lt;br /&gt;Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live&lt;br /&gt;Where you keep the rest of your life hid&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare&lt;br /&gt;Take me there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first real kiss your first true love&lt;br /&gt;You were scared, show me where&lt;br /&gt;You learned about life, spent your summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Without a care&lt;br /&gt;I wanna roll down Main street and backroads like you did&lt;br /&gt;(When you were a kid) what made you who you are&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what your story is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#003366&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve also gotten addicted to the songs from &apos;Wicked the Musical&apos;.........I&apos;d love to go see them....well, I found out last nite that they&apos;re coming to Kansas City next May!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I&apos;m going..........I don&apos;t care if I have to hitchhike!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; The only downside is that Kristin Chenowith isn&apos;t gonna be there....oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I know.........I&apos;m a music-nerd........but it&apos;s fun people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 02:50:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>8 random things</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#003366&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&quot;&gt;Stolen from candycentric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Without any further ado.................&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;1. I&apos;m addicted to American Idol, Dancing w/ the Stars &amp;amp; America&apos;s Next Top Model......sad, yes I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want a Honda CR-V soooooooooo bad.....along w/ a Toyota Tacoma quad cab truck, a &apos;slug bug&apos;, &amp;amp; Mini-Cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m scared to death of actually moving out w/ Ashley later this year............am I gonna be able to make it on my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;I love Disney movies............Cars, Robin Hood, Toy Story 1 &amp;amp; 2 are some of my all-time favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;If I could have any job I&apos;d be a storm chaser...........yes, I know I&apos;m nuts.......but it&apos;s fun!!! :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I&apos;m a music junkie.......I listen to anything from Michael Buble to Rascal Flatts to Pearl Jam to AFI to.......pretty close to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish all my friends lived closer to me...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Michelle has gotten me completely hooked on fanfiction!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>AFI</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">AFI</media:title>
  <lj:mood>stressed</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2006 18:46:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>drifting</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve decided I have no life............contrary to what Mickey thinks........I have no life.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I&apos;m just kinda drifting at the moment.....I&apos;m trying to keep myself busy, but it&apos;s just surface wise.........sometimes I&apos;ll get so wrapped up in something that I forget everything &amp;amp; just focus on whatever I&apos;m doing.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m trying to find that inner peace......the place where I can be happy w/ myself.&amp;nbsp; That&apos;s not easy for me........I&apos;ve said it before I&apos;m the kinda person that makes everyone else happy &amp;amp; then I feed off of their happiness.&amp;nbsp; There are certain times &amp;amp; places that I&apos;m completely content with myself but I&apos;ll write about those some other time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends here but Tiff is hard to pin down, Jess is gone at the moment (She went to Bethel for 3 weeks) &amp;amp; it&apos;s not like I can go do something just w/ Kendal...........Ash, Melinda, Mickey, Linds-they all live at least an hour away.......which explains why I&apos;m always on the phone.......I can&apos;t see &apos;my girls&apos; so I&apos;m always talkin&apos; to them.&amp;nbsp; Take Friday&amp;nbsp;night for example.....Mike went to Wichita w/ a group of people, Hanna was&amp;nbsp;at Meggie&apos;s &amp;amp; both Mom &amp;amp; Dad didn&apos;t get home&amp;nbsp;&apos;til close to&amp;nbsp;7:30.&amp;nbsp; I was the only kid home..........it just seems like that at a time when I really want to be around my girls, I&apos;m the one sitting at home.&amp;nbsp; Next weekend is gonna drive me nuts, I really want to go do something b/c of New Year&apos;s.....I don&apos;t have the money, &amp;amp; I just know it ain&apos;t gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll do my letter that Mickey gave&amp;nbsp;me sometime in the near future........I&apos;m still working on it..........&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <lj:music>better man--pearl jam</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">better man--pearl jam</media:title>
  <lj:mood>envious</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 21:55:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>long time/free ride</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#99cc00&quot;&gt;It&apos;s been a long time since I&apos;ve updated--alot has happened.&amp;nbsp; When life gets tough I crawl in my little hole &amp;amp; try to avoid life &amp;amp; reality &amp;amp; consequences.&amp;nbsp; So, that&apos;s what I&apos;ve been doing, hiding from life.&lt;br /&gt;Grams has to have surgery on Jan. 9th, they&apos;ll be doing a spinal fusion on L4 &amp;amp; L5 in her lower back.&amp;nbsp; 2 of the 3 Dr&apos;s say this will help w/ the pain but not w/ the paralysis......honestly, I don&apos;t care if she can&apos;t walk, I just don&apos;t want to see her in the kind of pain she&apos;s been in for the past 2 months.&amp;nbsp; So, it&apos;s crazy--mom&apos;s over at Grams all the time taking care of stuff &amp;amp; we&apos;re all just generally gearing up for what we know is coming.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s the &apos;dark before the dawn&apos; so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I wrote Josh &amp;amp; I were good..........about 4 days after I wrote that all heck broke loose.&amp;nbsp; Since then it&apos;s been one giant roller-coaster of emotions for us..........we &apos;broke up&apos;, we started talking a week later &amp;amp; went back to the same routine of talking 3, 4 or even 5 times a day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A week ago today I saw him at the assembly &amp;amp; all it took was one time of catching his eye for all my composure to get thrown out the window.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know what I would&apos;ve done w/out Ashley, Melinda, Mickey &amp;amp; Linds that day.....honestly, the 4 of them kept me sane that day &amp;amp; thru this whole thing.&amp;nbsp; I barely talked to Josh all last week, Friday nite I ended up bawling myself to sleep at about 8:30 that night.&amp;nbsp; Sat. nite I was talking to Ash &amp;amp; Josh kept calling, finally he left me a voicemail that asked to call him &amp;amp; said that it was important he talked to me.&amp;nbsp; After debating I called him back, I knew what was coming before he even said anything..........he basically did the greatest thing he could for me, he told me that he wasn&apos;t going to make me choose between him &amp;amp; my family......he gave me up for right now.&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine what that took, but I love him even more for it.&amp;nbsp; I do still love him, he&apos;s one of my best friends &amp;amp; I honestly think we will be together, but like he said on Sat. nite, for us to be together in the future, he has to let me fix things that I&apos;ve broken lately.&amp;nbsp; The hardest thing is not being able to call him &amp;amp; tell him about all the little stupid things that happened that day..........I miss those convo&apos;s &amp;amp; falling asleep while we&apos;re still on the phone, feeling safe &amp;amp; warm &amp;amp; knowing that he loves me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s my novel for the moment..............love all you guys.......&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>95.5--a little of everything</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 22:49:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sick &amp; tired</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Life sucks sometimes.............today&apos;s one of those days.&amp;nbsp; Why can&apos;t I just have a little magic wand that I can wave &amp;amp; make everything better?&amp;nbsp; Especially when it comes to my family..........you guys know we&apos;ve been worried about Grams health for a long time &amp;amp; we hoped &amp;amp; prayed that the&amp;nbsp;surgery last Dec. would work &amp;amp; it did.&amp;nbsp; Sept. rolled around however, we went to Unassigned Territory &amp;amp; Grams had the worst spell since her surgery.....it caused them to go home Mon. morning instead of Mon. afternoon w/ all of us b/c Grams couldn&apos;t set for that long in the truck.&amp;nbsp; Since then she&apos;s progressively gotten worse..........she has no feeling in her legs at all.....she can&apos;t drive &amp;amp; it&apos;s to the point where you can see her sway if she stands for too long.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In the past probably 6 weeks she&apos;s been to the&amp;nbsp;doctor 5 or 6&amp;nbsp;times......she&apos;s had 2 MRI&apos;s, a nerve conductivity test, been to the neurologist, the neurosurgeon (twice) &amp;amp; to see 2 other Dr&apos;s up in Salina.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today we&amp;nbsp;finally found out what it all means......there&apos;s nothing&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Dr. can do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The numbness is&amp;nbsp;just the stinosis coming back with a vengence......she&apos;s probably gonna have the spinal fusion just to relieve the pain.....but the numbness will always be there &amp;amp; it&apos;s probably gonna get worse.&amp;nbsp; You know what I hate the most........the fact that Grams is going to get depressed--badly depressed......she already feels like a burden &amp;amp; no matter what we tell her she&apos;s going to believe that.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t care that mom&apos;s gone 3 days a week helping Grams.....I wouldn&apos;t have it any other way.....I want to be able to help Gramps &amp;amp; Grams, even tho I feel like I don&apos;t help that much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.........this is just me ranting.......love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>lullabye-shawn mullins</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 02:47:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>soundtrack of my life</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#003366&quot;&gt;So I found this cute little thing as I was surfing LJ.........&amp;amp; being the music obsessed&amp;nbsp;girl&amp;nbsp;I am I thought &quot;oooOOOOooo cool!!!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#336633&quot;&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that&apos;s playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;&amp;lt;ErmaJean Jellybean soundtrack&amp;gt;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Opening Credits: Crazy--Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: Life Is a Highway--Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School: Gone to Carolina--Shooter Jennings&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love: Stand Up--Jet&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: Let the Good Times Roll--The Cars&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;Can&apos;t quite figure that one out&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom: When She Loved Me--Sarah McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;Life&apos;s Okay: That&apos;s Cool--Blue County&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;ooooOOOooo&amp;gt; :o)&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: Lucy In the Sky w/ Diamonds--Beatles &amp;lt;ok....that&apos;s freaky&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: Put A Smile on Your Face--Vitamin C&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: Born to Fly--Sara Evans&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back: Just Tell Me You Love Me--England Dan &amp;amp; John Ford Coley&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Scene: It&apos;s In His Kiss--Betty Everett&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;too cute&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child: I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You--Savage Garden&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;perfect&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: Remember the Name--Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: Chasing Cars--Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song: We Are the Champions--Robbie Williams/Queen&lt;br /&gt;End Credits: It&apos;s Not Goodbye--Laura Pausini&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>soundtrack to my life</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Oct 2006 15:10:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my first fanmix</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Palatino Linotype&quot; color=&quot;#006633&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Ok….….I essentially blame this post on Mickey….if she hadn’t have gotten me addicted to LiveJournal then I never would have decided to spend all my boring hours at the office surfing it &amp;amp; wouldn’t have seen fanmixes &amp;amp; have gotten obsessed with making my own. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#006633&quot;&gt;Of course, I have to credit ‘Girl Genius’ with all the help that she’s given me &amp;amp; for the awesome artwork because I’m in no way that talented to make stuff that sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#006633&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#006633&quot;&gt;So…I dedicate my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; fanmix to my boy—Josh....you know most of the songs that will be on here.....but there’s a little something extra with each song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#009933&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#006633&quot;&gt;To anyone else who reads this—I warn you......there’s enough sap for a year’s worth of pancakes behind the cut….so enter at your own risk&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :oP&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;&amp;lt;Erin &amp; Josh Mix&amp;gt;  (cavity warning!)&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Now you’re here &amp;amp; everything’s changing &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Suddenly life means so much&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Day Before You (Rascal Flatts)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;So much has changed &amp;amp; life’s taken on a whole new meaning &amp;amp; I don’t want to go back&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Let me go home&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I’m just too far from where you are &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I wanna go home&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Home (Michael Buble)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;We’re 2 ½ hours away from each other....…enough said&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;But if you can look me in my eyes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;And tell me we’ll be all right &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;If you promise never to leave &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You just might make me believe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Just Might Make Me Believe (Sugarland)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;Sometimes I have a hard time believing that we’ll actually make it...….but looking in your eyes I&amp;nbsp;can&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I feel wonderful because I see the lovelight in your eyes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;And the wonder of it all is that you just don’t realize how much I love you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Wonderful Tonight (Eric Clapton)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Palatino Linotype&quot; color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;Like I wasn’t gonna have this song on here.....one of the greatest love songs.....&amp;amp; no I don’t think you’ll ever know how much I love you&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Yeah we spend hours on the phone but it’s never the same&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Good Witch of the North (Everclear)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Palatino Linotype&quot; color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;We’ve had ‘breakthrough’ conversations, we’ve harassed each other &amp;amp; we’ve talked about everything &amp;amp; nothing for hours on end over the phone.....but it’s not the same&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You got someone here who wants to make it all right &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Someone who loves you more than life right here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Bring It On Home (Little Big Town)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;I’ll do whatever I can to help you in whatever way&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You’re the everything that led me to believe ‘hold on, hold on’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You’re the wonder in everything that’s wonderful&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Wonderful (Stone Temple Pilots)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Palatino Linotype&quot; color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;Sometimes I just wanna give up, go home, pull the covers up over my head &amp;amp; never leave.....but I know that you’re always there pushing me to be better &amp;amp; helping me tackle the world&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Looking in your eyes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Seeing all I need &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Everything you are is everything to me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I Could Not Ask For More (Edwin McCain)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;I love you for who you are…..not what you think you have to be&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Words can’t say &amp;amp; I can’t do enough to prove it’s all for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;All For You (Sister Hazel)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to prove how much I love you&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Love is still &amp;amp; sweat remains &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;A cherished gift unselfish feeling&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Still Remains (Stone Temple Pilots)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;This song is about the hope that we have with a loving relationship &amp;amp; the hopelessness without it&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You just smile &amp;amp; take my hand &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You’ve been there you understand&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Bless the Broken Road (Rascal Flatts)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Palatino Linotype&quot; color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;I may have no idea how to explain something or not know what’s even wrong…but you’ll help me figure it out &amp;amp; what I need to do to fix it&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;A touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;When You Say Nothing At All (Allison Krauss)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;You don’t even have to say anything....just one look &amp;amp; I know that no matter what you’re always be there&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;No combination of words that I could say &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;But I will still tell you one thing &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;We’re better together&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Better Together (Jack Johnson)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;We’re in this together......forever &amp;amp; ever&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I’ll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I’ll Be (Edwin McCain)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;I’ll always be your biggest fan&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Look what I found when I wasn’t looking &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Look what I found when I was just being me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Look What I Found (Chris Cagle)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;Falling in love was a complete surprise…...you just snuck up on me &amp;amp; stole my heart&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One you—One me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One chance for us to live &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One heart—One soul &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One life for us to give &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One dream—One mind &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One sky up above&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One you—One me &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One Love (Sister Hazel)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;It’s you &amp;amp; me boy&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Yes, I know there ain’t no finish line &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I know this never ends &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;We are just learning how to fall &amp;amp; climb back up again...…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;We are just learning how to smile &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;That ain’t easy to do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Learning How to Smile (Everclear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Palatino Linotype&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;Probably the best song to describe &apos;us&apos;......it’s not easy, there is no finish line but we just keep moving&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants the songs.......leave me a comment &amp;amp; I&apos;ll send the file to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <title>changes</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;So........I&apos;m just bumming at work right now because there isn&apos;t a blasted thing to do.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve been in one of those funks since probably late last week, I&apos;m getting burnt out &amp;amp; kinda depressed.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s&amp;nbsp;partially due to all the changes that&apos;s happening right now......I don&apos;t like change, I don&apos;t deal well w/ change&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go to Unassigned Territory....but in all honesty I don&apos;t think it&apos;s gonna help with my job dilemma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t get me wrong here.....I love what I do.....the numbers make sense to me......I like looking at the final result &amp;amp; seeing order &amp;amp; a method to the numbers.&amp;nbsp; But as you all know........I am a high stress person &amp;amp; even while I was in school I would wonder &quot;Should I even be going into a high stress job w/ the way I am?&quot;........this job was what I wanted at a time when I really could use it.&amp;nbsp; Now I&apos;m wondering tho if it&apos;s not too much for me......should I just try to find something more along the lines of just straight bookkeeping or maybe go back to banking?&amp;nbsp; The thing with Unassigned Territory &amp;amp; I don&apos;t think I&apos;ll be a happy camper when I get back is because I&apos;ll go from spending 4 days w/ my friends--doing nothing but field service &amp;amp; meetings, to back working full time......I can tell ya&apos;ll right now I&apos;m NOT gonna like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then......last nite I&amp;nbsp;got some&amp;nbsp;really sucky news..........it was our 2nd to last bookstudy @ Batchellor&apos;s &amp;amp; we had snacks afterwards.......we were kinda subdued but we made it through without crying.&amp;nbsp; Well, at least until we all got in the car &amp;amp; dad told us that he&apos;s pretty sure this will be the last year that Rick &amp;amp; Ven go to Unassigned Territory with us......in 3 seconds flat the car gets dead quiet &amp;amp; we all go &apos;WHAT?!?WHY?&apos;&amp;nbsp; I guess Uncle Rick got a job down in El Dorado........it hasn&apos;t been said but we&apos;re all betting that they&apos;ll end up moving down there.&amp;nbsp; Jess is moving to Mac w/ Patti &amp;amp; Tiff&apos;s living in Lindsborg now (for the time being--she&apos;ll move next Spring)......but Uncle Rick &amp;amp; Aunt Ven--that was a shocker......it threw us for a total loop...the entire mood in the car changed.....we all got dead silent &amp;amp; if you know my family the only time we&apos;re quiet is if someone&apos;s upset or mad.&amp;nbsp; I kept telling myself &apos;You&apos;re not gonna cry, you&apos;re not gonna cry&apos; &amp;amp; I did ok &apos;til I was changing &amp;amp; Hanna looks at me, crying, &amp;amp; asks if we&apos;ll still go to Unassigned Territory.....that was it.......I lost it.&amp;nbsp; We&apos;re setting upstairs bawling &amp;amp; I finally get her to bed, my darling boy has been waiting on the phone for me for close to 10 mins.&amp;nbsp; I had calmed myself down enough to make a coherent sentence..........but as soon as I heard his voice I lost it again, he keeps asking me what&apos;s wrong &amp;amp; I know he&apos;s thinking&amp;nbsp;someone is dying or something.....so I get out that everyone is ok.&amp;nbsp; Mom hollers at me &amp;amp; I go downstairs (Josh is still on the phone--my boy has soooo much patience w/ me) &amp;amp; mom tells me to give her a hug......I do &amp;amp; start crying again.&amp;nbsp; I get back on the phone.....finally &amp;amp; I&apos;m just sobbing......I finally compose myself enough to tell Josh what was up.&amp;nbsp; All he has to say is &apos;I&apos;m sorry baby&apos; to lose it again.....poor baby I&apos;m sobbing on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can&apos;t remember what life was like without the Batchellor&apos;s in it......i know it sucked.&amp;nbsp; Since we&apos;ve moved &apos;home&apos; I&apos;ve made the best friends I&apos;ve ever had--Ash, Batchellor&apos;s, my crazy cousin duo, my boy, Jake &amp;amp; Barb, Kendal, Megan &amp;amp; her family......I honestly don&apos;t know what I&apos;d do without you guys.&amp;nbsp; It hurts now that I&apos;ve been on the side of people leaving......not me leaving people.....you know what........IT SUCKS--I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll stop............I love you guys.......&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Aug 2006 21:22:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>cool quiz</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;So........I was bored at work &amp;amp; found this quiz surfing the internet........so I thought I&apos;d post it here for you guys&lt;br /&gt;Michelle..........thought you&apos;d like this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick 6 fandoms &amp;amp; then answer the questions below………………NO PEEKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;1.&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;West Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;3.&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;Gray’s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;4.&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;Smallville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;5.&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;6.&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;hi ho hi ho....i&apos;m bored doncha know&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;1.Who is your favorite character from #2?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Greg……….he’s soooooo cute&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. Who is your least favorite character from #4?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lana---spoiled, whiny brat girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;3. What would a crossover between #1 and #5 include?&lt;br /&gt;oooooOOOOOooooo………back when ER had Carter in it…….showing the treatments of President Barlett &amp;amp; Josh @ Country General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;4. Who is your favorite ship from #6?&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love Luke &amp;amp; Lorelai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;5. If you were to set one person from #3 and one person from #6 on a blind date, who would they be?&lt;br /&gt;Christopher &amp;amp; Addison&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;6. If you could meet one person from #4 and spend the day with them, who would it be, and what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Rosenbaum……….he&apos;d be awesome to just talk to b/c he&apos;d make you laugh &amp;amp; other things that I won’t put here ;op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could change one thing about #2&apos;s plot line, what would you change?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;They should hook up Catherine &amp;amp; Warrick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Explain a relationship between two people (not necessarily romantic) from show #5, and why you like the relationship between them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I love Neela &amp;amp; Ray’s relationship………..it’s kinda like a Grissom/Sara thing from CSI………it’s complex yet so simple to all of us. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;9. If the lead title characters (first name in the credits) from #1 and #3 were both drowning, and you could only save one, who would it be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I can’t remember what they are so I plead the 5th&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;10. If you could change the title characters&apos; order in the credits for #4, what order would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;With as much as Hanna watches this show you’d think I’d know it but I don’t………..once again….I plead the 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you were able to add a new character, any kind of character you wanted, to the storyline for&amp;nbsp;#6, what would the character be like and what would their role be?&lt;br /&gt;I think they should introduce that Lorelai has a sibling &amp;amp; they come to live in Star’s Hollow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What happens in your favourite episode of show #2?&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna see the last 2 epi’s from this past season…………but prolly the episode where Nick gets out of the box……it’s a perfect way of bringing the entire team back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could kill off one of the characters of #1, who would it be and how would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;I’d kill off Amy……..I really never liked her………besides she was mean to Josh :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you got the chance to visit the set for either show #3 or show #5, which would you choose?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;ER……….but Carter &amp;amp; Lucy should still be there &amp;amp; I want Ray to be there too!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. So, I saved the best question for last. If you could date anyone from any of these shows, which show and which person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;This is not a fair question!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;From West Wing—Bradley Whitford or Josh Molina (cuz he’s cute in a book way)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;From CSI—Nick or Greg…….both total hotties&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;From Smallville—DUH!! Michael Rosenbaum……cuz I’ve got a thing for bald guys &amp;amp; he’s just flat out HOT!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Life is a Highway--Rascal Flatts</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2006 21:59:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>roller coaster ride</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Hang on for the ride...............that&apos;s what I&apos;m gonna be doing for the next month pretty much.&amp;nbsp; IT&apos;S LESS THAN 4 WEEKS BEFORE UNASSIGNED TERRITORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Ok, I&apos;m done hyperventilating now..............I&apos;m sooooooooo psyched, it&apos;s gonna be awesome.......again, mom&apos;s worrying about the money.....but we&apos;ll be ok...........we&apos;re doing this for Jehovah.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend after that is gonna be the wedding.......madness &amp;amp; more madness.&amp;nbsp; Then 3 weeks after that is Mike&apos;s Grad Party.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was a flying trip to Chanute to see Josh&apos;s family &amp;amp; meet the congregation.&amp;nbsp; I didn&apos;t know &apos;til like Tues. nite I was going &amp;amp; then it was a mad dash of getting me down there so they could pick me up &amp;amp; it seemed like a hectic weekend but it really wasn&apos;t.&amp;nbsp; I ended up staying with the Brody&apos;s.......I&apos;d never met them before..........Mike &amp;amp; Hayley were really really cool.&amp;nbsp; Fri. nite we just hung out @ Rod &amp;amp; Shari&apos;s w/ everyone, went driving around w/ Jared &amp;amp; then later on w/ Nicole &amp;amp; Evan.&amp;nbsp; We went over to Brody&apos;s &amp;amp; hung out there........Sat. we didn&apos;t end up going to the funeral...........I went over to Nicole &amp;amp; Evan&apos;s &amp;amp; we hung out w/ them basically all day.&amp;nbsp; Nicole &amp;amp; Evan are AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; We went to see Talladega Nights that afternoon &amp;amp; the whole family went out to dinner on Sat. nite @ Fireside, this really good steak house.&amp;nbsp; You can write something on a dollar bill &amp;amp; they&apos;ll hang it up....so Shari wrote Josh &amp;amp; Erin&amp;nbsp;&apos;06 on one &amp;amp; they were gonna hang it up........I started laughing &amp;amp; Josh just sat there shaking his head.&amp;nbsp; Sat. nite was probably one of the biggest breakthrough conversations ever for us........we&apos;d been needing to have that conversation face to face for the past 2 months.&amp;nbsp; We&apos;ve got a game plan now..............my boy&amp;nbsp;is gonna move up here next May or June &amp;amp; we&apos;ll see what happens from there ;o)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On Sat. nite &amp;amp; Sun. afternoon we had 4 people ask us when the big day was..........Nicole, Jared (he was goofing around), Hayley &amp;amp; my mom............Nicole &amp;amp; I were discussing why NOT to get married during tax season, Hayley asked us like as soon as we walked in the door on Sat. nite &amp;amp; my mother cracks me up...........we&apos;re standing in Dave&apos;s ordering food &amp;amp; I&apos;m telling mom about the weekend &amp;amp; she looks @ me &amp;amp; goes &apos;So when&apos;s the big day?&apos;...........Mother?!?!?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then she proceeds to tell me that she realized that both Josh &amp;amp; I&apos;s birthstones are blue (mine&apos;s aquamarine &amp;amp; his is sapphire) &amp;amp; she said she saw a ring that she thought I&apos;d like for an engagement ring!?!&amp;nbsp; I give up.........I officially give up..........it totally cracks me up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite...........my poor mother is about 2 seconds away from a total meltdown.............we&apos;re looking @ schedules for the next couple of months--it&apos;s gonna be crazy..........&amp;amp; Josh &amp;amp; I kinda have things figured out when we&apos;re gonna see each other--long weekends are our friends.&amp;nbsp; Mom just looks @ me &amp;amp; goes&amp;nbsp;&apos;I&apos;m never gonna have the money for you guys to get married&apos;.&amp;nbsp; I just tell her it&apos;s all gonna work out &amp;amp; we&apos;ll be fine, not to worry about it quite yet.&amp;nbsp; I just have to laugh..........my mother...........I love her to death...........she&apos;s great............&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.........that&apos;s &apos;bout it peoples.............love you guys&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2006 15:11:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it started out as just a regular nite</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9900&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;It started out as just another nite......Mom &amp;amp; Mikey weren&apos;t going to meeting.....Mike had pulled a 10 hr. shift the nite before &amp;amp; was gonna pull another one that nite....Mom had a pinched nerve in her hip &amp;amp; could barely walk.&amp;nbsp; So it was just Dad, me &amp;amp; Mushu heading to meeting......little did we know what was gonna happen before the nite was over.&amp;nbsp; Larry had announcements &amp;amp; he&apos;s up there reading all the letters &amp;amp; he&apos;s like &apos;We&apos;ve got a special announcement but I&apos;m saving that for last&apos;.&amp;nbsp; Finally he gets there &amp;amp; he&apos;s reading this letter from the Governing Body &amp;amp; it&apos;s for new Ministerial Servant&amp;nbsp; appointments..........so what runs through my head instantly &apos;Yay!&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s Chrislip &amp;amp; Kendal&apos;...........WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; It was MY FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &amp;amp; Don Muir............talk about being blown away.&amp;nbsp; Hanna &amp;amp; I sat there, our jaws dropped &amp;amp; we just kept looking at each other like &apos;Did Larry really say that?&apos;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, dad had to leave before meeting was over because we were having car issues, so my father is gonna get mobbed this weekend.......but Hanna &amp;amp; I went out &amp;amp; met mom at the lab.&amp;nbsp; So, it&apos;s 10:15.....me, mom &amp;amp; Mushu are in the Hospira parking lot spazzing out.....I pull out my phone &amp;amp; start calling people............Ash, Josh &amp;amp; Megan were the 1st 3 on our list.&amp;nbsp; All of them were basically speechless &amp;amp; then totally ecstatic..........I tried calling Michelle &amp;amp; Linds, but nooooo they didn&apos;t answer their phones :o)&amp;nbsp; (of course I&apos;m pretty sure I know what Mickey was doing.....or watching I should say)&lt;br /&gt;So............it was a pretty amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, my darling computer goddess, can you make me a cool background for my lj?&amp;nbsp; I like navy blue, silver, lime green, purple &amp;amp; then if you wanna change the colors to the other stuff that would be awesome!!!!! I loooooooooove you!!!&amp;nbsp; :0)&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&apos;ll&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2006 21:31:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;So yeah..............ya&apos;ll who actually read this know that this past weekend I went with my granparents to Lincoln for the D.C.&amp;nbsp; That was cool......I really did have a lot of fun.........I got to see friends from Unassigned Territory &amp;amp; meet some new ones....somehow I think I knew more people there than when I go to KC :op&lt;br /&gt;Anyways........the thing is....my grampa is one of those people who&apos;s gonna tell you straight up what he thinks....but he often contradicts himself but you can&apos;t tell him that &amp;amp; when he&apos;s stressed--watch it, just nod your head &amp;amp; say &apos;yes&apos;.....&lt;br /&gt;In the past 2 1/2 weeks he&apos;s made my mom, my gramma, hanna &amp;amp; today, me, cry......he&apos;s just been pissy.&amp;nbsp; This entire past weekend he made fun of me for callin momma so much....sorry I can&apos;t help it, I&apos;m a homebaby &amp;amp; I admit it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch I was helping Grams &amp;amp; he comes flyin in the house &amp;amp; starts screaming at me for telling the Batchellor&apos;s something............but here&apos;s the kicker people---I HAVEN&apos;T SEEN THE BATCHELLOR&apos;S IN LIKE 2 WEEKS!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; See my dilemma here?!?!&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I don&apos;t let him see me crying......mom is out delivering milk today, she went over to Grams &amp;amp; Gramps &amp;amp; Grams told her what happened.&amp;nbsp; So mom calls me &amp;amp; I start bawlin&apos; here at work.....i&apos;m tired, i put up w/ gramps all weekend (which is exhausting), &amp;amp; i lose it.&amp;nbsp; &apos;Bout 20 mins later, my boy is calling me, my mother called him &amp;amp; told him what happened, so he called &amp;amp; left me a voicemail &amp;amp; wanted to check on me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;That&lt;/u&gt; just about made me start crying.......... &amp;amp; the fact that mom called to give him a heads up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I&apos;ll stop whining......&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&apos;ll&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 May 2006 23:12:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>arguments</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In response to Ninny................Alex is NOT the hottest guy ever!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;(Mikey says he&apos;s a&amp;nbsp;pompous snot--don&apos;t look @ me, I&apos;m just the messenger!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9900&quot;&gt;Erin&apos;s list of HOT guys:&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Boschee&lt;br /&gt;Nick Collison&lt;br /&gt;Kirk Hinrich&lt;br /&gt;Christian Moody&lt;br /&gt;Erik--ask &amp;amp; you&apos;ll find out&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Knoxville&lt;br /&gt;Josh Lucas&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Probst&lt;br /&gt;Adam Levine&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Seacreast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;That&apos;s just to start.............so bring it on you 2........we&apos;ll see who wins&lt;br /&gt;*ErinCamille*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>my media player--everything &amp; anything</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">my media player--everything &amp; anything</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 15:21:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bored............</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#cc99ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Well, here I am setting @ work with not a darn thing to do................so I thought I&apos;d actually write in this thing.&lt;br /&gt;The past week &amp;amp; a half has been crazy..........growing pains if you will, &amp;amp; it&apos;s hit the family hard.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m just trying to take my time, make a logical, well-thought decision &amp;amp; keep my senses......other than Thursday (not a shining moment &amp;amp; truly had nothing to do w/ trying to make this decision) I&apos;m dealing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thanks to Ash, Michelle &amp;amp; Linds--those girlies were worried about me when they either couldn&apos;t get ahold of me or I sobbed on the phone for 20 mins. straight with them.&amp;nbsp; I can&apos;t wait for this weekend--Casey&apos;s grad party &amp;amp; ASHLEY!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I&apos;m gonna get to see Michelle &amp;amp; Linds for a while before we head down to Winfield!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways................In honor of all the advice I&apos;ve gotten from people in the past week &amp;amp; a half the lyrics for today:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot;&gt;Sunscreen Song--Baz Luhrmann&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99&lt;br /&gt;Wear Sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be&lt;br /&gt;it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by&lt;br /&gt;scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable&lt;br /&gt;than my own meandering experience…&lt;br /&gt;I will dispense this advice, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;&lt;br /&gt;oh nevermind; you will not&amp;nbsp; understand the power and beauty of your youth until they&apos;ve faded.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself, and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before&lt;br /&gt;you and how fabulous you really looked….&lt;br /&gt;You are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as&lt;br /&gt;effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;&lt;br /&gt;the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind; the race is long, &lt;br /&gt;and in the end, it’s only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;&lt;br /&gt;if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…&lt;br /&gt;the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives,&lt;br /&gt;some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you’ll divorce at 40,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…&lt;br /&gt;what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much &lt;br /&gt;or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, &lt;br /&gt;so are everybody else’s.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, &lt;br /&gt;don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it,&lt;br /&gt;it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings, their your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with the precious few you should hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, &lt;br /&gt;the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;&lt;br /&gt;live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander,&lt;br /&gt;you too will get old and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young&lt;br /&gt;prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you&apos;ll have a wealthy spouse;&lt;br /&gt;but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you&apos;re 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.&lt;br /&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,&lt;br /&gt;wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>my mix cd--a little of everything</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 01:22:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccffcc&quot;&gt;Thanks to the awesome girl who revamped my entire site!!!!!!! I LOVE it Micky-girl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s my lyrics...............Dedicated to all my friends-who have always been there for me, I only hope I can live up to you guys the same you&apos;ve lived&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;up to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;FONT: 12px arial&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crash &amp;amp; Burn----Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It&apos;s hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can&apos;t take anymore

Let me be the one you call
If you jump i&apos;ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You&apos;re not alone

When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You&apos;re caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can&apos;t face the day

Let me be the one you call
If you jump i&apos;ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You&apos;re not alone

&apos;Cause there has always been heartache and pain
And when it&apos;s over you&apos;ll breathe again
You&apos;ll breathe again

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart

(chorus X4...until fade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle girl...........I&apos;m so stinking HOOKED on Smallville!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  We borrowed the entire &lt;br /&gt;1st season--&amp;amp; we&apos;re working our way up to now!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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  <lj:music>the sound of Smallville</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 17:09:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;pre style=&quot;FONT: 12px arial&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot;&gt;Can&apos;t you see that it&apos;s just rainin&apos; 
There ain&apos;t no need to go outside 

But baby, you hardly even notice 
When I try to show you 
this song It&apos;s meant to keep you 
From doin&apos; what you&apos;re supposed to 
Like wakin&apos; up too early 
Maybe we could sleep in 
I&apos;ll make you banana pancakes 
Pretend like it&apos;s the weekend now 

And we could pretend it all the time 
Can&apos;t you see that it&apos;s just rainin&apos; 
There ain&apos;t no need to go outside 

But just maybe, hala ka ukulele 
Mama made a baby 
I really don&apos;t mind the practice 
Because you&apos;re my little lady 
Lady, lady love me 

Because I love to lay here lazy 
We could close the curtains 

Pretend like there&apos;s no world outside 
And we could pretend that all the time 
Can&apos;t you see that it&apos;s just raining 
There ain&apos;t no need to go outside 

Ain&apos;t no need, ain&apos;t no need 
Can&apos;t you see, can&apos;t you see 

Rain all day and I don&apos;t mind 

The telephone singing, ringing, it&apos;s too early 
Don&apos;t pick it up 
We don&apos;t need to 
We got everything we need right here 
And everything we need is enough 
It&apos;s just so easy 
When the whole world fits inside of your arms 

Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm 
Wake up slow, wake up slow 

But baby, you hardly even notice 
When I try to show you this song 
It&apos;s meant to keep you 
From doin&apos; what your supposed to 
Like wakin&apos; up too early 
Maybe we could sleep in 

I&apos;ll make you banana pancakes 

Pretend like it&apos;s the weekend now 
And we could pretend it all the time 
Can&apos;t you see that it&apos;s just rainin&apos; 
There ain&apos;t no need to go outside 

Ain&apos;t no need, ain&apos;t no need 
Rain all day and I really, really, really don&apos;t mind 
Can&apos;t you see, can&apos;t you see 

We&apos;ve got to wake up slow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of a Monday moring that I really did NOT want to wake up!  And some other things........ ;0)   &lt;br /&gt;Mickey-girl.....when I come down I want you to help me vamp this up a little bit!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 16:54:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lyrics</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well......since I&apos;ve got my MSN Space now&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href=&quot;http://spaces.msn.com/members/erincamille/&quot;&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/members/erincamille/&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp; This will be my lyric spot....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So....lyrics for today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Empty--Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drivin&apos; faster in my car&lt;br&gt;falling farther from just what we are&lt;br&gt;smoke a cigarette and lie some more&lt;br&gt;these conversations kill&lt;br&gt;falling faster in my car&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;time to take her home&lt;br&gt;her dizzy head is conscience laden&lt;br&gt;time to take a ride&lt;br&gt;it leaves today no conversation&lt;br&gt;time to take her home&lt;br&gt;her dizzy head is conscience laden&lt;br&gt;time to wait too long&lt;br&gt;to wait too long&lt;br&gt;to wait too long&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to much walkin&apos;, shoes worn thin&lt;br&gt;too much trippin&apos; and my soul&apos;s worn thin&lt;br&gt;time to catch a ride&lt;br&gt;it leaves today, her name is what it means&lt;br&gt;to much walkin&apos;, shoe&apos;s worn thin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chorus &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Conversations kill&lt;br&gt;Conversations kill&lt;br&gt;Conversations kill&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chorus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Conversations kill&lt;br&gt;Conversations kill&lt;br&gt;Conversations kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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