<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438</id><updated>2009-12-08T11:51:21.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my Beloved's, My Beloved is mine!</title><subtitle type='html'>Above all else, guard your heart, for this is the wellspring of life. Proverbs 4:23</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-7718183093695982040</id><published>2009-02-26T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:08:44.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding my last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thanks for the comments! So, I have called around, and so far, I have not found what I was looking for price wise; however, the day is not over yet! While I was thinking about my situation...I remembered something that a very wise person once told me. They said, "The brick walls are there for a reason. They're not there to keep us out; the brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This quote is so true. If you really want something bad enough, you don't let anything get in your way. However, I am sticking to what I said: if I don't get it for the price I want today; then, I will wait patiently for the right timing. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joanie&lt;/span&gt; said, God may have other plans for my money that I don't know about yet. So, enough with that topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I took English 102 during my 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade year. That is the worst time to take a college course on top of all of the senior work and activities; however, I really wanted that head start on things. Well, the high school counselor failed to get my paperwork in on time, so, I had to take what I could get, and that happened to be English 102 which meant tons of papers. I knew I could do it if I gave it my best; however, I did not give it my best. I finished the class with a 69. I needed just 1 more point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am an English major, so, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deff&lt;/span&gt;. had nothing to do with my ability to write papers or the quality of work I could produce. The teacher was impossible, and I was overloaded. So, when I registered for my fall semester after I graduated, I decided to pay another $300 and take the class over in the classroom this time with a diff. teacher instead of on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. I made an 'A' which is what I have made in all of my Eng. classes so far except for that 1 during my senior year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I was  under the impression that if I retook the class and made a satisfactory grade, the old grade would be removed from my transcript and not count toward my GPA; however,this is not the way it worked out. I need a transfer scholarship in order to keep from taking out another loan. For those of you who do not know, you pretty much have to have a 3.8-4.0 to get a transfer scholarship. Without the 'D' showing up on my transcript, I would have a 4.0 . . . which I have worked very hard for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So, I spoke with a counselor at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CACC&lt;/span&gt; about what I could do to get it taken off of my transcript. She then told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CACC&lt;/span&gt; offers a forgiveness policy for only one grade on your transcript after considering certain circumstances. She told me to get a copy of my current transcript, and come back, and she would check to see if it can be cleared. That would be great, except for the fact that even if it is cleared by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CACC&lt;/span&gt; and I transfer with a 4.0, the 4 yr. university that I transfer to has the option of bringing that grade back and averaging it with the grade after I retook it. If this happens, that will make my 'A'  and high 'D' average out to a 'C' which will bring my GPA down.  Please be praying that my hard work will pay off when I speak with an admissions counselor at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Montevallo&lt;/span&gt;, and Auburn. These are my transfer options. Hopefully they will acknowledge all of my other grades, and just realize that it was a mistake, and it was punishment enough by having to pay for a class I didn't get credit for! I know God will provide :) Thanks for listening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-7718183093695982040?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/7718183093695982040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=7718183093695982040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/7718183093695982040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/7718183093695982040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2009/02/regarding-my-last-post.html' title='Regarding my last post'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-813764470008643105</id><published>2009-02-25T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:13:53.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish or not???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So, I really want an iPhone!!! I do an envelope system for my budgeting. I am very consistent with my budget, and hardly ever go over. I have a retirement fund started which will be a good bit of money when I retire on top of any retirement I may have through a future job. So, I started an envelope for this iPhone last year, and decided that I wasn't getting one until I had at least $100 saved up, and I do finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;However, now that I have the money, I feel that it is selfish of me. I already have a Blackberry, which is a really nice phone, and it is only 6 months old. Why would I need a new phone??? I know that I don't need it, but I want it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I pay my tithes ALWAYS first and foremost, I donate to charities all the time, I am hosting a shoe drive for orphans, and I never spend money I don't have, so I don't know why I am feeling selfish about paying for a phone I have saved up for. I think I am going to leave it with: if I don't get the phone tomorrow for the price I want it for, with ease of just transferring my number, and selling my Blackberry ALL tomorrow...then I am taking that as a sign that I am not supposed to have it! What do you guys think?? Am I being selfish? Be honest...I will like you more for that!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-813764470008643105?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/813764470008643105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=813764470008643105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/813764470008643105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/813764470008643105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2009/02/selfish-or-not.html' title='Selfish or not???'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-5919311668365562189</id><published>2009-02-19T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:01:43.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What animal would you be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I managed to go ALL last year (including winter) and up until now without getting sick. I deff. contribute that to washing my hands a million times a day. Anyway, now I am sick and it stinks...I mean come one, the end of winter. I woke up this morning at 5:45 feeling horrible, but I had to go work at the B&amp;amp;B, but they decided that they didn't need me, so I came back home and decided to do this blog. I was a little upset knowing that I got up that early for nothing, but then I realized how much better and more alert I feel when I wake up earlier. So, I am posed with the question on countless surveys lately: if you could be any animal, what would it be, and why? There are tons and tons of animals available to pick from so this can be a difficult question. I found myself wanting to put elephant, because this is by far my favorite animal, but then I had to say why. Other than the fact that they are so huge, but so humble or that they're my favorite, there was no other reason. So, I kept thinking. I would want to be a lioness, because she is the hunter for her pride, not the male. She is bold and strong. She also devotes loyalty to her pride. A female lion hardly ever splits from her pride until she dies. A lioness is very family oriented and one of few animals that take care of their young for a great amount of time. They do not push their young away, but encourage them to stay with the pride. She is driven and determined. She has her goals in mind and fights for them daily. Her young never go without. She is a protector and a warrior. She is beautiful. That describes many women today...strong, driven, and beautiful; therefore, I would want to be a lioness. Leave comments and let me know what animal you guys would pick and why!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SZ1zC_ZFOZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZcucdM_uwgk/s1600-h/lioness_with_cub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SZ1zC_ZFOZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZcucdM_uwgk/s320/lioness_with_cub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304522431325878674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SZ1z1rVN4bI/AAAAAAAAACY/Bw27VG1ZIBk/s1600-h/Sitaasianlionesswithcub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SZ1z1rVN4bI/AAAAAAAAACY/Bw27VG1ZIBk/s320/Sitaasianlionesswithcub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304523302114288050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-5919311668365562189?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/5919311668365562189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=5919311668365562189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/5919311668365562189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/5919311668365562189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-animal-would-you-be.html' title='What animal would you be'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SZ1zC_ZFOZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZcucdM_uwgk/s72-c/lioness_with_cub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-5865926456468699999</id><published>2009-01-13T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:20:08.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so, I have been extremely busy lately, but with good things. I decided that my 09' resolution would not be to lose weight and shape up this year; it would not be to make better grades; it would not be to be a better friend, or daughter, or sister and so on. Although, these are all great things which I need to work on; I decided that my only resolution would be to GIVE MORE in every way! I want to give more of my time to God. I want to be a servant and give more of my time, hard work, and money to certain causes that will all bring him glory. I started last year by deciding to go to Costa Rica on a missions trip once again. I am not stopping there. I will not get in too deep right now, but I will keep you guys updated on how this works out and what God is revealing to me everyday that I wake up and take a breath! First things first, I am doing a shoe drive starting March 1st and ending April 30. My goal is 100 pairs of shoes! These shoes will be shipped all over the U.S. and many foreign countries to orphans who are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dire&lt;/span&gt; need of them. I mean could you imagine not having a pair of shoes, having to walk through snow with no shoes, having to walk on hot rocks, glass, pavement, nasty germ infested earth with no shoes. Please spread the word!!!! I am also collecting socks and shoe strings! Everything has to be new, but it doesn't have to be name brand stuff. I have heard that you can even get shoes with the price tag still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; at the thrift store! I personally am committing to buying at least 5 pair of shoes! This is a GREAT cause. You can go check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoesfororphansouls.org/aboutus.shtml"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;! Like I said, I know there are not a lot of people who read my blog, but the people who do can spread the word! Please let me know if you would like to help. I am starting to collect shoes now to get a head start. If someone wants to donate shoes, laces, socks, or money...please contact me (205) 643-2699 at ANYTIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.christsfamilychurch.org/orphan%20shoes%20logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-5865926456468699999?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/5865926456468699999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=5865926456468699999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/5865926456468699999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/5865926456468699999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-post.html' title='Finally, a post!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-8058710489356938780</id><published>2008-12-19T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:15:30.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ornaments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ornament Swap!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUt7qG2HHVI/AAAAAAAAABI/SnvmTf9lfjs/s1600-h/Photo+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUt7qG2HHVI/AAAAAAAAABI/SnvmTf9lfjs/s320/Photo+284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281450951344332114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So, last night was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sue-thecottonpatch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sue's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; ornament swap. Can you say amaz-az-ing. Now, I still live with my parents, so, this is one of my favorites during Christmas, because I get these beautiful ornaments for my tree when I finally move out! Here is a picture (it's 4:53 a.m. by the way) of me holding the ornament I picked this year (left). They said it came from Cracker Barrel...since you can't see it that well, it is clear with sparkly red and pink glitter inside (gorgeous). The ornament I got last year is a vintage design (love it long time) with a velvet black ribbon (right). It is actually made out of hot glue (very neat) (side note- the p.j.'s in the background are my NEW Victoria Secret thermal long johns. I LOVE THEM! I was supposed to wait until Christmas Eve to open them, but I told Mom that if I was opening anything earlier than Christmas morning, it was going to be now, so she gave in. Aren't they darling!?) Anyhow, two others have already blogged about this before me, but there are still not words to describe how much fun all of the women of V.R.C have when we get together. I can honestly say, I have grown up in that church, so, I know most of the women fairly well and there has NEVER been a time where I felt I was too young or left out when it comes to the "get-togethers" All of these women are very good role-models and great women after God's own heart! I can't speak highly enough about them!!! I love you guys! You people may be wondering why in the world I am blogging at (now) 5am. This is because after all of the fun and laughter at Sue's, I had a major migraine. So, I was puking when I got home at 10 p.m. and Mom turned the air on in the house, because I was burning up (sorry if everyone is freezing now!) I hate migraines...stinking Adam and Eve! Anyhow, I took 2-Excedrin Migraine and 1-Tylenol Rapid Release and my migraine was gone in an hour (little tip Mrs. Sue...it works miracles!), but it had a Loritab affect on me...so now I am wide awake but thank God my migraine is gone! Anyways, I guess I am going to work on my "work" website...the deadline is Jan. 1st and with the holidays coming...it is crunch time. PEACE &amp;amp; LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-8058710489356938780?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/8058710489356938780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=8058710489356938780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/8058710489356938780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/8058710489356938780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/12/ornament-swap.html' title='Ornament Swap!!!!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUt7qG2HHVI/AAAAAAAAABI/SnvmTf9lfjs/s72-c/Photo+284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-8959870597428241228</id><published>2008-12-12T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:35:13.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random draft now finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have noticed a few things in the past week so, here they are...so much can happen when you don't see someone for a week. Couples end a relationship and they feel like their life as they know it is over. Guys can be much more dramatic than girls quite often, but you won't hear them admit that. I LOVE Michael Buble (unlike Brett)! I only wish I had money to buy every little kid a Christmas present! Babysitting will wear you out. I also wished I had money to buy clothes, purses, and shoes. I want to go see a play! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Rob Thomas is amazing! Amanda Everhart is great. There is so much to do before Christmas. Can people know they are in love before being able to admit it. Finals are not worth the stress. You should never have o be anything other than yourself for someone to like you. People start drama because they are bored with their lives. People make mistakes and instead of admitting them, they tell a thousand lies to cover it up. Gossip ends in hurt...say to their face. People lose connection, easily. I want to buy Wanted and Dark Knight. Some girls would be way prettier if they only thought they were beautiful themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There are still gentlemen on the face of the earth who open one door for you and before they can let go of it they are already stretching to open the next one...That impresses me. Yes, I have two hands, but I like to know I am respected and taken care of. I am a giver and I have a hard time being a taker. My grandparents are the greatest. I hate to cancel plans at the last minute. Don't ever set your keys on the couch because it will only result in them falling in between the cushions and you looking for them for like an hour, then being 15 minutes late for meeting someone. Americans eat out way too much...especially me! I love my friends! My mom is hilarious. I love lipstick Jungle and Jack Johnson. I am responsibly irresponsible. I can't wait until Costa Rica next year. Looking forward to Starbucks. I need to end this blog, but I don't feel it is long enough and I could say so much more, and you are way bored if you are still reading it by now. ha ha. O yeah, I love music, so my grandparents got me this little mexican shell band...it's amazing and I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUNWWZKcanI/AAAAAAAAABA/0uYIRmkUiBA/s320/Photo+273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279158130920155762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-8959870597428241228?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/8959870597428241228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=8959870597428241228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/8959870597428241228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/8959870597428241228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-draft-now-finished.html' title='Random draft now finished'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUNWWZKcanI/AAAAAAAAABA/0uYIRmkUiBA/s72-c/Photo+273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-1273702456935778516</id><published>2008-12-12T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:16:19.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo and Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUNQhU-mxrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1WgWf0Y1UBI/s1600-h/Photo+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUNQhU-mxrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1WgWf0Y1UBI/s320/Photo+272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279151721705555634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;This, my friends, is the only plant I can keep alive. If you like plants, but you can't keep them alive, I HIGHLY recommend Bamboo!! Like seriously, I have not watered mine in 8 months...The water is almost evaporated, yet the bamboo is still growing. It's so simple, I just walked into a Chinese restaurant and said, "hey, I want to buy some bamboo". This is how it all started. ha ha. Anyhow, I realized tonight that my mom is the hardest person to shop for. She gives me a Christmas list of 5 things that she wants, then gives me a spending limit, and says that if I get anything that is not on the list, she will not like it. Why do people make gift-giving on Christmas so difficult. Hope it is easier for you guys! I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!! I want a new camera, but I didn't ask for it for Christmas so I am pretty sure I am not getting it. All I know is I have a huge present under the tree almost all tall as me and I don't remember asking for anything that big. I hope its new tires...I don't know if you guys have checked the prices on tires lately, but they are expensive and mine are about to blow up... let's hope not. I went bowling last night with Chad and Bo to celebrate the fact that the semester is over and had a great time...thanks guys, yall are great! So, It is 12 something a.m. and I want to get up kind of early to go shopping tomorrow so I better hit the sack. PEACE &amp;amp; LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-1273702456935778516?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/1273702456935778516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=1273702456935778516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/1273702456935778516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/1273702456935778516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/12/bamboo-and-christmas-shopping.html' title='Bamboo and Christmas shopping'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUNQhU-mxrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1WgWf0Y1UBI/s72-c/Photo+272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-3491354714620396571</id><published>2008-12-11T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:20:36.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>SNOW!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Snow...in December....in Alabama. No way! I will say that I am not a huge fan of snow. It is like rain, I like to watch it but not be in it. The weather is crazy. Also, I am so tired of hearing about the auto bail-out plan. Stop making cars that we are not selling and bringing in money to pay for. I don't see these families who have had to go bankrupt during this economy fiasco getting any bail-out plan! Just my opinion. For the first time in my life, I have used a whole tube of chapstick in under 6 months. Somehow, I managed to make a 'C' on my first History test...a 'D' on my second and a 'A' on the last two and I came out with an 'A' in the class!! That made my day. Anyhow, gotta study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-3491354714620396571?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/3491354714620396571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=3491354714620396571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/3491354714620396571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/3491354714620396571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='SNOW!!??'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-7466565556296791123</id><published>2008-12-10T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:04:31.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUCeuaMdYPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3d__RleHqHc/s320/Photo+147.jpg'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by saying I have failed miserably at this whole blogging thing. I have had a very hectic, but amazing passed seven days. Lets start off by telling you something you already know. AMANDA AND MATT ARE PREGNANT AND I HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE TITLE "AUNT KAYLA"...AMAZING!!! Deep breath...I have finals tomorrow from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., but I am deff. looking forward to it because 1. I think I will make at least a B on one of them and an A on the rest and 2. the semester will be OVER!! Finally an actual break, maybe more blogging time. I still have not registered for classes next semester, so I may not get the classes I want...oh well. I am transferring after my summer semester next year and have no idea where to. I have to admit with all of the busyness, I am still STOKED that it is Christmas time. I love to get present, but most of all, I love to give presents!!! I love the Xmas lights, trees, hats, people standing at Walmart wanting your change, traffic, shoppers, music...I love it all. I cannot wait until Christmas morning when I can open all of my presents!!! I was thinking while I was studying for my exams for 9 hrs. earlier, I would love to do something amazing...like skydive, now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUCeuaMdYPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3d__RleHqHc/s320/Photo+147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278393283420971250" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then I found this picture when Amanda and I were obviously thinking of doing something amazing, but remembered we were broke so we had to act the amazing part.lol. I need sleep so I can be smart and on my game tomorrow, so that's it for now. PEACE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-7466565556296791123?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/7466565556296791123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=7466565556296791123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/7466565556296791123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/7466565556296791123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeQbopmosxA/SUCeuaMdYPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3d__RleHqHc/s72-c/Photo+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-1533439383932608895</id><published>2008-11-24T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:17:41.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have come to realize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. I've come to reali​ze that​.​.​.​Time is my worst enemy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2.I've come to reali​ze that my job.​.​IS BETTER THAN MOST SO I NEED NOT COMPLAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. I've come to reali​ze that when I'm drivi​ng.​.​.​I NEED TO CONTROL MY ROAD RAGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. I've come to reali​ze that I need.​.​.​MORE HOURS IN A DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5. I've come to reali​ze that my heart​.​.​.​SHOULD HURT FOR WHAT GOD'S HEART HURTS FOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6. I've come to reali​ze that I hate it when.​.​.​PEOPLE SECOND GUESS SOMEONE BECAUSE OF WHERE THEY HAVE COME FROM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;7. I've come to reali​ze that when I'm drunk​.​.​.​THIS QUESTION IS STUPID BECAUSE I HAVE NEVER DRANK ANY ALCHOHOLIC  BEVERAGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8. I've come to reali​ze that money​.​.​IS NOT EVERYTHING AND IF I DIE RIGHT NOW...IT CAN'T GO WITH ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9. I've come to reali​ze that certa​in peopl​e.​.​.​SHOW UP JUST WHEN YOU NEED THEM :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;10. I've come to reali​ze that I'll never​ be.​.​.​ANYTHING LESS THAN WHAT I AM CALLED TO BE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;11. I've come to reali​ze drugs​ are.​.​.​STUPID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;12. I've come to reali​ze that my best frien​d.​.​.​IS BEYOND AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;13. I've come to reali​ze that my cell phone​.​.​.​IS USED WAY TOO MUCH AND SOMETIMES I NEED TO JUST TURN IT OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;14. I've come to reali​ze that last night​ befor​e i went to sleep​.​.​.​I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE TO READ BUT DON'T MAKE TIME FOR IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;15. I've come to reali​ze when i woke up this morni​ng.​.​.I WANTED TO GO BACK TO SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;16. I've come to reali​ze that right​ now I am think​ing about​.​.​.​MISTAKES AND HOW GOD'S GRACE IS SUFFICIENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;17. I've come to reali​ze that when I get on Blogger.​.​.​I CLEAR MY MIND...ITS LIKE THERAPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;18. I've come to reali​ze that yeste​rday.​.​.​WAS A LAZY DAY...SLEPT AFTER CHURCH. MOVIE WAS ALRIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;19. I've come to reali​ze that today​.​.​.​WAS AN O.K. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;20. I've come to reali​ze that tonig​ht.​.​.​IS GREAT SO FAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;21. I have come to reali​ze that tomor​row.​.​.​IS GOING TO BE GREAT BECAUSE I AM HANGING OUT WITH MY BESTIE AMANDA EVERHART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;22. I've come to reali​ze that I reall​y want to.​.​.​.​GET MY OWN PLACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;23. I've come to reali​ze that the perso​n who is most likel​y to repos​t this.​.​.​.PEOPLE PROBABLY WON'T REPOST IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;24. I've come to reali​ze that I love.​.​.​PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;25. I've come to reali​ze that this weeke​nd.​.​.​WILL BE AMAZING!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;26. I've reali​zed the best music​ to liste​n to when I am upset​.​.​MICHAEL BUBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;27. I've come to reali​ze that some frien​ds.​.​.​COME INTO OUR LIVES AND QUICKLY GO...AND THAT IS FINE BECAUSE AS SOON AS ONE IS GONE...ANOTHER QUICKLY COMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;28. I've come to reali​ze that this year.​.​.​.​IS ALMOST OVER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-1533439383932608895?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/1533439383932608895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=1533439383932608895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/1533439383932608895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/1533439383932608895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-come-to-realize.html' title='I have come to realize...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-154756699908074859</id><published>2008-11-18T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:46:45.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Matt and Sue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I have been notified that I am slacking on my blogging habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;. I have been extremely busy lately! I have a second job now, and I thought that it would just be a side job, but I have found myself not getting off until 11:45 some nights :( I also have finals coming up! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;deff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;. miss spending time with Amanda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Everhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Leighann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I finally decided on my major today: English!! I am not sure if I want to be a high school English teacher or just go straight into being an English &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;. To all of the people who told me not to go into education, because it doesn't pay well, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;, etc. get over it! I may not ever be rich materialistically, but who cares! I am sure I will have all I need in Christ Jesus! Why do I need a mansion here when I already have one waiting on me...hello??? Anyhow, I have always felt I was called to the mission field, and I always wanted it to be somewhere far off, but that is not always how it works. I have come to realize that my mission field my be in a high school or college campus...either way it is just as important! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyhow, back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;busyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;. I have something going on every weekend now, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;deff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;. no time to rest there. There is so much going on!!!! I did make a 100 on a History test today; which is a first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I wanted this blog to be GREAT. I was trying to hold off until I could post pictures or a video, but I was informed that I was slacking; so, no GREATNESS...sorry! This is actually randomness! I am sure I will have more to post later, but I about to get some sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This is why diligence pays off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Proverbs 10:4-He who has a slack hand become poor, but the hand of the diligent makes rich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-154756699908074859?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/154756699908074859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=154756699908074859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/154756699908074859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/154756699908074859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-matt-and-sue.html' title='For Matt and Sue...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-5595057442765453073</id><published>2008-10-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:06:29.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New "AMAZING"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So...I haven't blogged in quite some time. I have had a lot going on, but I prefer to call it "my new amazing". Everything keeping me so busy lately has all been answered prayers. Though my family has been thrown a curve ball recently, we stand on faith. Anyhow, how can you focus on the bad when there is so much good going on. I have had moments where I was like I will never be as happy as I am right now, but I can deff. say I am the happiest I have ever been. I am not stopping here though, I am going to even greater heights. I know that God has treasure stored for me, because Isaiah 45:3 says, "I will give you the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches in secret places, That you may know that I, the Lord, Who call you by your name, am the God of Israel."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-5595057442765453073?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/5595057442765453073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=5595057442765453073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/5595057442765453073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/5595057442765453073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-amazing.html' title='The New &quot;AMAZING&quot;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-8670090347143229912</id><published>2008-10-12T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:52:20.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God and wireless internet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Both wonderful things respectably in that order. I had been asking Mom for wireless Internet at the house for quite some time so that  I wouldn't have to carry my laptop to the living room to get on the Internet. So we finally got the equipment delivered to the house to go wireless and as always, we had to call overseas for directions of how to activate the thing. It just so happened to be a foreign person who did not understand us or did not know what she was doing, either way...it was very frustrating! I got on the phone with her and she asked me what type of laptop I had, and I told her I had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;MacBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;. She then insisted that I tell her the model of my computer, and I repeatedly told her that it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;MacBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; made by Apple and the lady still isn't understanding...so finally, after almost reaching a breaking point, she realizes what I am talking about and gives me an 8 digit password to type in. What do you know...it took me straight to the Internet. All she had to do was give me the password to start with instead of walking me through unnecessary steps. As I was thinking about how I spent so much time on the phone with this lady listening to unnecessary steps, I thought about how God must feel or what he must be thinking when he says "Kayla, I command you to..." and I question God saying send me a sign that this is really what you are saying. I can only imagine him saying, "I created you, I know what you are capable of. Quit making the task harder than it is, trust me, I am walking through it with you. I know the burden you can bear!" I question him and take many unnecessary steps to avoid the issue, when really, I could just make everything a lot easier by saying, "OK God, I said send me; therefore, now I will go!" It is amazing how getting frustrated about materialistic things can snap you back to reality so quickly and humble you more than anything else. I hope that you also take time to listen to God speak to you in the small still voice he speaks to me with! Work tomorrow. Back in a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-8670090347143229912?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/8670090347143229912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=8670090347143229912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/8670090347143229912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/8670090347143229912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-and-wireless-internet.html' title='God and wireless internet!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-4748297409472113506</id><published>2008-10-07T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:36:57.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;So this week is midterm week. My English midterm was way easy and I am hoping that the rest are also. I have been studying like crazy (probably over studying)! Anyhow, In the meantime, I forgot that I had an appointment in Birmingham yesterday because I wrote in one spot that it was Wed. and Monday night I realized it was really supposed to be Monday morning. I will blame it on the sleep deprivation! I basically got my knuckle shaved off by accidentally sticking it in the ceiling fan! Although, I am pretty excited about six flags Saturday!! Just wanted to post a little something so I didn't have to say I hadn't posted in a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-4748297409472113506?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/4748297409472113506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=4748297409472113506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/4748297409472113506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/4748297409472113506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-week.html' title='Busy week!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-621613632557322488</id><published>2008-10-04T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:06:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Here I find myself sitting in Starbucks on a lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;! You may say...why would anyone want to sit in Starbucks on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;??? I lost a bet to a wonderful friend and the deal was that I would pay for a meal if I lost the bet and as always I lost. So, I was kinda thinking that since this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; of mine doesn't really eat like a girl...I would get out cheaper paying for Starbucks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of say...Wings. Anyhow....just wanted to tell you about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; so far. the rest of the day consist of Alabama Football!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Roll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tide&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-621613632557322488?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/621613632557322488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=621613632557322488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/621613632557322488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/621613632557322488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/10/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-7482255886105160732</id><published>2008-10-02T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:10:10.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School, School, More School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I do not mind the waking up at 6 a.m. to get to my first class, but what bothers me is my monotoned History professor. He does not add any emphasis or tone to his words, he uses wooden guns as demonstrations, and bar stools to illustrate the decapitation of one's head. He is not crazy like a lot of Prof. you will meet but he is quite the opposite, WAY boring. What is a girl to do in a boring history class but sleep. I sleep with my eyes open and daydream. Although, when test time comes, my daydreaming has gotten me absolutely nowhere. Lloyd Mehaffey, please be a college Prof. when you retire from teaching high school English! We need professors like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-7482255886105160732?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/7482255886105160732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=7482255886105160732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/7482255886105160732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/7482255886105160732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-school-more-school.html' title='School, School, More School.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-130845202377974731</id><published>2008-10-01T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:55:05.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD SPEAKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I mentioned in my last blog that I am waiting on God to reveal my calling...I was looking around on stuff christians like, and the latest blog really revealed what God was trying to say to me the whole time. Like the blog "trying to find a cause" I was so adamant about hearing a thundering voice call me from the crowd to do something great that I missed what God was trying to tell me the entire time. Had I not taken the time to hear God's voice through a blog, I might still be seeking after tomorrow instead of praising him in my now! I want to live my adventure in his will and not my imagination. Many times my imagination has blocked out what God is trying to say. I will put all trust in him and cling to that small voice that guides me daily. I am my beloved's, My Beloved is mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-130845202377974731?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/130845202377974731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=130845202377974731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/130845202377974731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/130845202377974731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-speaks.html' title='GOD SPEAKS!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586058192603175438.post-4318935725249853524</id><published>2008-09-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:44:16.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newby to the blogging world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have heard about the blogspot website for a year now, and I did not make time to make one because I have been so busy. I have explored my many options of relieving stress and this is my new option to try. I am in college and also working (nothing uncommon for a young adult nowadays). However, I hear people say all the time that they would give anything just to be 18 again...I can see this being true because I deff. have less bills than a 30 yr. old, but it is not the best place to be in your life. I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I was 5, but now that the time has finally arrived, I find myself with not just a choice of 2 paths, but a billion paths to choose from. The only problem is, every path is not perfect. I am trusting in God to reveal my calling and my destiny. I know that it is his will for my life and not my fleshly desires! I trust that God will take me to new heights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586058192603175438-4318935725249853524?l=kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/feeds/4318935725249853524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586058192603175438&amp;postID=4318935725249853524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/4318935725249853524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586058192603175438/posts/default/4318935725249853524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-mybeloveds.blogspot.com/2008/09/newby-to-blgging-world.html' title='Newby to the blogging world!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08856523171828351384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12814424278062494928'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>