<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:37:03.627-05:00</updated><category term='Random Babble'/><title type='text'>Happiness,Heartache and Pain</title><subtitle type='html'>This page is my way of getting somethings off my chest, out of my head, and from my heart. Somethings are good..others are bad.. and still others I began and ended in tears... I love life...but sometimes my life hurts me to live it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-7384975857016370315</id><published>2008-05-31T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:42:03.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings... woah woah woah FEEEELINGS!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever get a feeling that you hated having?It could be fear, anger, hatred....or in my case... love.The truth is, dear friends, that I am in love with someone.Not just any kind of love...I'm talking that can't live, eat, sleep, think, function, wanna see them all the time, wana touch them all the time, lovey-dovey, nauseating, ping in your heart, smile in your soul, sing cuz you think of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/7384975857016370315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=7384975857016370315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/7384975857016370315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/7384975857016370315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2008/05/feelings-woah-woah-woah-feeeelings.html' title='Feelings... woah woah woah FEEEELINGS!!!!'/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ahy5eKC8ckA/SEGokNCveSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uTZBcFuaVIw/s72-c/th_bd15afe385da38ed737cb89426903097.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-2198986441907772978</id><published>2007-06-06T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:29:00.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babble'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now 2 classes away from graduating from college after being here for...oh.. say about 5 years. And that DOESN'T include my year at ASU I now have my haiin micro's.. but they are thick and it is HELLA HOT here now. RAAAT!I am trying to stop cursing so much.. so i be saying stupid stuff when I am hurtMy babies are growing up so fast, its scarey!!!!!I need to get laid (well... I do)I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/2198986441907772978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=2198986441907772978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/2198986441907772978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/2198986441907772978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-now-2-classes-away-from-graduating.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-115388693796330045</id><published>2006-07-25T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:30:04.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 Essays to do..hair is so nappy that it hurts...getting bigger...debating about what to do about a job...debating about what to do about graduation...I want a burrito...questioning my trust in a friend...thinking about what kind of house I REALLY want...I went to the Club last night with J., and not only did I seem to be the only straight girl there, but I jsut so happen to find the only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/115388693796330045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=115388693796330045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/115388693796330045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/115388693796330045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2006/07/6-essays-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-114991567855821683</id><published>2006-06-09T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:32:29.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATE: tHIS IS A PICTURE THAT ONE OF MY COUSINS FRIENDS GAVE TO HIS MOTHER AND WIFE IN MEMORY OF HIM. i WAS SO SHOCKED TO FIND IT ON THE NET, AND i PUT IT HERE ...FOR BOTH ME AND FOR HIM.                                           I LOVE YOU ALWAYS, BEANIEI just found out tonight that my cousin , Beanie, was shot defending his brother.This was my Uncle's oldest son...and despite the fact that my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/114991567855821683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=114991567855821683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/114991567855821683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/114991567855821683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2006/06/update-this-is-picture-that-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113738900475400372</id><published>2006-01-15T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:23:24.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a link to ictures of my new niece and family. Enjoy!!!http://uab.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2006725&amp;l=74607&amp;id=20502455</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113738900475400372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113738900475400372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113738900475400372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113738900475400372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-is-link-to-ictures-of-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113700418010880092</id><published>2006-01-11T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:29:40.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WANNA SEE SUMTHIN REALLY FUNNY!!!!!http://digitalmirror.com/girlsinc/video.htmlMy Commercialhttp://www.thekidshalloffame.comKids hall of fame nomiation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113700418010880092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113700418010880092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113700418010880092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113700418010880092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2006/01/wanna-see-sumthin-really-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113342206000463772</id><published>2005-12-01T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:41:51.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE CAN DO WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE....i discovered today that the letter that falls between O and Q on my home computer no longer functions correctly....DAMNIT!!!!!So if you see a ost on here that has words that are missing a letter or dont seem quite right, just stick that letter in there and you will get it.So I now think I have made a fatal judgement error and agreed to be in an oen relationshi ..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113342206000463772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113342206000463772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113342206000463772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113342206000463772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-can-do-what-makes-you-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113259905153394786</id><published>2005-11-21T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:50:51.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subject: Your right foot.....Try it (it's funny) From a friend of mine. Try it. It will keep you busy and out of trouble. How Smart Is Your Right Foot? This is so funny that it will boggle your mind. And you will keep trying it at least 50 more times to see if you can outsmart your foot. But you can't!!! 1. While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113259905153394786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113259905153394786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113259905153394786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113259905153394786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/11/subject-your-right-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113183074021608233</id><published>2005-11-12T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:41:23.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your French Name is:Capucine ThierryWhat's" Your French Name?Your Seduction Style: Au NaturalYou rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113183074021608233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113183074021608233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113183074021608233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113183074021608233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-french-name-iscapucine.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113112310288343769</id><published>2005-11-04T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T10:56:37.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, things are hell on Hot Wheels for me now.The Opera I am in is next week, and we got practices out of our ASSES!!!The Gospel Choir Concert is in 2 weeks now...and we gotpractice out of our asses!!!SAI performs their first MusiCal on Monday... and sometimes we tend to act an ASS during practice. I think in the last practice I may have offended someone. But then again, she shouldn't be so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113112310288343769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113112310288343769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113112310288343769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113112310288343769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-things-are-hell-on-hot-wheels-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113085955396086187</id><published>2005-11-01T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:39:13.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i fantasize a whole lotNot just about sexual things, but more about how the course of conversation would go between me and another person if they were in the car with me and we both allowed ourselves to speak openly about our feelings.Last Night, I fantasy-spoke with Q.I told him about how it feels like I am the only one trying to make this relationship work...about how, despite how busy I am, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113085955396086187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113085955396086187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113085955396086187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113085955396086187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-fantasize-whole-lot-not-just-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113039398642711885</id><published>2005-10-27T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:19:46.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so alone sometimes.i don't want to be the center of attention...then I'll get nervous and start to shake and probably pee on myself.But a little attention her and there wouldn't hurt.Then again...if I paid more attention to myself, I might get others to do the same. Man I am sleepy. Going to bed now.I think Dave Chappelle was right.. Bar-b-que does make you sleepy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113039398642711885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113039398642711885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113039398642711885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113039398642711885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-so-alone-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113025482242548059</id><published>2005-10-25T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:44:47.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My ex came to my house Sunday afternoon.We sat outside and talked about his new job and his new guns..and the fact that someone shot at him through his window at home while he was cooking. I thought about it.. He never cooked for me...but then again, I never cooked for him. come to think of it..we have never ever consumed any food while in each other's presenceWell, except fo r the time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113025482242548059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113025482242548059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113025482242548059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113025482242548059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-ex-came-to-my-house-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-113017592662751964</id><published>2005-10-24T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:45:26.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This world is pretty okay sometimes... I am about to get ready to leave for NY in a couple of days.Dad is going with me....K isn'tI wish Q couldI wish Shella Could tooOh well....I guess another time.I'm hungry.. I think I want a Hot Dog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/113017592662751964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=113017592662751964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113017592662751964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/113017592662751964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-world-is-pretty-okay-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-112904538014777188</id><published>2005-10-11T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:43:00.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Children are God's way of saying that, despite all you go through, and no matter how bad the world may get, THE WORLD MUST GO ON</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/112904538014777188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=112904538014777188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/112904538014777188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/112904538014777188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/10/children-are-gods-way-of-saying-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17668859.post-112892595853294430</id><published>2005-10-10T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:32:38.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't take much more of my life and it's current state.I have happiness, sadness, joy, pain...all cycling around me like honey bees.I am told I do to much and not enought...that I am too active, but lazy...that I give nothing, but it is know that i don't have much to give. What am I to do?I can't leave...but I can't stayI am not even respected by some in my house because, as I have been told, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/feeds/112892595853294430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17668859&amp;postID=112892595853294430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/112892595853294430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17668859/posts/default/112892595853294430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deidrahhp.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-take-much-more-of-my-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Deidra B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284683652192606071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
