<?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-4902797169725249480</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:03:25.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mountain...</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts, events of the past, never-ending lists, a way for me to let go and walk back down the mountain...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-4041507497845314357</id><published>2010-04-27T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:56:55.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO I've been thinking (my head hurts)</title><content type='html'>I haven't been keeping up my end of the bargain. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me writing&lt;/span&gt;, you reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I graduate &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FROM COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 DAYS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and although I will have to take my last couple classes over the summer, essentially I am done. Fatto. Fin. Gedaan. Getan. γίνοντας. сделано. Acabado. Alright, you get the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "plan" is to chronicle my life after college. I may change the title of my blog or I may let this one go and create a new one. I hope to share my experience in studying for the NCLEX (gag) and job searching...dun dun dunnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I will end up or what my first job will be, but that's half the fun, right? right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-4041507497845314357?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4041507497845314357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-ive-been-thinking-my-head-hurts.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/4041507497845314357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/4041507497845314357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-ive-been-thinking-my-head-hurts.html' title='SO I&apos;ve been thinking (my head hurts)'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-8380170092069590355</id><published>2010-03-02T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:34:18.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Today was rough. I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/5/p/LRG/15/1555/GY9DD00Z/i-need-a-hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/5/p/LRG/15/1555/GY9DD00Z/i-need-a-hug.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-8380170092069590355?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8380170092069590355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/8380170092069590355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/8380170092069590355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-6802562820566185305</id><published>2010-02-23T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:17:31.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my dogs</title><content type='html'>Hiro &amp; Ichiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/S4Rh34qcYsI/AAAAAAAAACg/pjmKMpwF3hY/s1600-h/my+boys+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/S4Rh34qcYsI/AAAAAAAAACg/pjmKMpwF3hY/s200/my+boys+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441581862501507778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/S4Rhg0inOGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iZGRcOx4XN4/s1600-h/ichi+chasing+hiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/S4Rhg0inOGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iZGRcOx4XN4/s200/ichi+chasing+hiro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441581466257930338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/S4RhsbjkVrI/AAAAAAAAACY/v0xIc6FuBJc/s1600-h/ichi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/S4RhsbjkVrI/AAAAAAAAACY/v0xIc6FuBJc/s200/ichi3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441581665709479602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-6802562820566185305?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6802562820566185305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-my-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/6802562820566185305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/6802562820566185305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-my-dogs.html' title='I love my dogs'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/S4Rh34qcYsI/AAAAAAAAACg/pjmKMpwF3hY/s72-c/my+boys+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-5025936455505180784</id><published>2010-02-14T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:16:54.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:6E1RklXgkCJ9HM:http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/thing-called-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:6E1RklXgkCJ9HM:http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/thing-called-love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In making plans for this evening, I decided to stay home, cook myself dinner, and enjoy my own company. Thank goodness I don't become hostile or hormonal on this day! I did, however, see beautiful purple heirloom roses at Safeway and caught myself wishing there was someone out there who would buy me one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-5025936455505180784?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5025936455505180784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/5025936455505180784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/5025936455505180784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-4696740864139537318</id><published>2010-01-29T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:26:25.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As time goes by</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since my last post. I feel disappointed in myself that I can't keep up on this. Sometimes it is hard for me to type out all of the mismatched and random thoughts that come and go in my mind. Oftentimes I start writing and don't like the way it sounds so I delete it all and other times I don't feel like I can find the right words to really express myself. These past two months I have been on a very bumpy emotional roller coaster that has forced me to step out of my boundaries and then close myself back up again. More on that to come later (maybe). All the while, I have started my second to last semester of nursing school! This is both exciting and scary as H-E-double-hockey-sticks. What am I supposed to do after this? Where will I work? Who will I meet? Where will I LIVE??? If I keep this up, I am going ho have a panic attack! (I'm exhausted already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of things on my mind, stuff I hope to share (someday), and reminders of how good my life really is right now (although I feel like crawling into a deep dark hole-I think it is my hormones talking):&lt;br /&gt;Bikram Yoga&lt;br /&gt;Hau'ula, O'ahu, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;My first OB/Peds exam, monday&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;this blog&lt;br /&gt;my future&lt;br /&gt;living in the country&lt;br /&gt;meeting my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Tom leaving Portland&lt;br /&gt;talking to my mom on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sending out letters in the mail&lt;br /&gt;The house I am living in now and the individuals who also live in the house&lt;br /&gt;music, music, music&lt;br /&gt;learning to play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;painting&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;living a good, simple, healthy, happy, loving, life (with chocolate and my best friend)&lt;br /&gt;I could sit here on my broken couch for the rest of the day making this list that basically describes how scattered my brain is, but alas, that exam on monday won't go away and every millisecond I sit here on my bum I become more and more guilty and panicked. Please pick me up off the couch and fix my brain! Please give me a piece of chocolate and the motivation I am lacking to get up off this sorry, smelly couch and do what I came here to do (as my parents say, school is why I am here).&lt;br /&gt;pleaaseee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-4696740864139537318?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4696740864139537318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-time-goes-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/4696740864139537318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/4696740864139537318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As time goes by'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-8237963109093588547</id><published>2009-12-11T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:44:00.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Take LORD, and receive&lt;br /&gt;All my liberty, my memory,&lt;br /&gt;My understanding, and my entire will,&lt;br /&gt;You have given all to me.&lt;br /&gt;To you, LORD, I return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All is yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dispose of it wholly according to your will&lt;br /&gt;Give me your love and your grace,&lt;br /&gt;For this is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Take LORD receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-8237963109093588547?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8237963109093588547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-is-yours.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/8237963109093588547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/8237963109093588547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-is-yours.html' title='All is yours'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-7739917009098229432</id><published>2009-11-29T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:49:02.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whatever course you decide upon,</title><content type='html'>there is always someone to tell you that you are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;courage.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/SxNMuC75aCI/AAAAAAAAABM/EAHiU9502CA/s1600/b%2Bw+sunflower+tattoo+idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/SxNMuC75aCI/AAAAAAAAABM/EAHiU9502CA/s200/b%2Bw+sunflower+tattoo+idea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409751931347888162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I am holding strong to this quote; My knuckles are starting to turn &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; veins are starting to protrude. I want so desperately to start the next chapter of my life. I know I will get there because I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to. It will come because &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;life moves on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it has in store; I don't know who I will meet or where I will be living. I do know I want to get there &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-7739917009098229432?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7739917009098229432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/whatever-course-you-decide-upon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/7739917009098229432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/7739917009098229432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/whatever-course-you-decide-upon.html' title='&quot;Whatever course you decide upon,'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/SxNMuC75aCI/AAAAAAAAABM/EAHiU9502CA/s72-c/b%2Bw+sunflower+tattoo+idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-5783503754660837080</id><published>2009-11-18T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:39:08.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just day dreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reedrummond.com/images/photo027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.reedrummond.com/images/photo027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-5783503754660837080?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5783503754660837080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/5783503754660837080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/5783503754660837080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-786163885095016833</id><published>2009-11-11T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:58:33.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2378449873_9d61227790_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2378449873_9d61227790_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leslie, snap out of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh boy,&lt;/span&gt; I have recently stumbled upon this absolutely wonderful blog. On it, a captivating story that I read for two days straight and when I wasn't in front of my computer, I was replaying it in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share it here: http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/category/black_heelstractor_wheels/the_night_i_met_marlboro_man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was entangled in this rugged love story, I would find that I needed to remind myself to breathe, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know, but of one other story that has done this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I leave you to read on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-786163885095016833?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/786163885095016833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/cowboys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/786163885095016833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/786163885095016833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/cowboys.html' title='Cowboys...'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-2532585034174013179</id><published>2009-11-04T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:56:46.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah.Hum.Bug</title><content type='html'>When you have to close yourself off to the world because of a deadline (for me, it is school), why is it those times people want more from you??? Frus.tra.tion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-2532585034174013179?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2532585034174013179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/bahhumbug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/2532585034174013179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/2532585034174013179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/bahhumbug.html' title='Bah.Hum.Bug'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-8354585531036058331</id><published>2009-11-03T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:44:01.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder...</title><content type='html'>What would happen if we treated our bible like we treat our cell phones? What if we carried it around in our purse or pocket? What if we flipped through it several times a day? What if we turned back to get it if we forgot it? What if we used it to receive messages from the text? What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it? What if we gave it to kids as gifts? What if we used it when we traveled? What if we used it in case of an emergency? This is something to make you go...hmmm. Where is my bible? And unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our bible being disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is essential is not what we say but what God tells others through us."&lt;/span&gt; Blessed Teresa of Calcutta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; moment on the mountain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-8354585531036058331?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8354585531036058331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/ever-wonder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/8354585531036058331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/8354585531036058331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever wonder...'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-5129286635245846713</id><published>2009-10-27T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:06:17.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary for the week . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Frus.tra.tion&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; the feeling that accompanies an experience of being thwarted in attaining your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may appear as bad news from the last post. Coming back from break I had just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;prayed &lt;/span&gt;that I could keep the motivation juices flowing from the first six weeks of school. I would have thought that being laden with mononucleosis would hinder my academic drive and ability, but I could honestly say, I did my best work when I was limited with time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With less and less patience comes increasing frustration. Now that I am back to the "old grind" I feel as though my patience has diminished and that I have no energy from the petty nuisances in life. I can see myself get frustrated by things that wouldn't bother me before and I don't know what to attribute this change to. In an avalanche affect, I can see that it will soon affect my academic stride to the finish line, of which is just beyond my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad fact is, I know what I need to change and yet, finding the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;balls&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hardest&lt;/span&gt; thing in the world. Laziness is human nature, but we are blesses with the brains to realize our faults and the will to change our course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whew&lt;/span&gt;, that was a mouthful! But what I know of myself, I will be okay and God will always be there by my side. I need to trust in him and give up to him those premature roadblocks because I know he will carry those for me. I need to, as well, meet him half way and (cue the the Black Eyed Peas, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;) do as he asks of me: love Him, love myself, and love others. Everything else is just butter on toast ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-5129286635245846713?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5129286635245846713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/vocabulary-for-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/5129286635245846713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/5129286635245846713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/vocabulary-for-week.html' title='Vocabulary for the week . . .'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-9068121670513969149</id><published>2009-10-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:43:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for a second round?!</title><content type='html'>Last week was Fall Break for students who started school in August, including me! It was a relaxing time at home with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of the family. Quickly wrapping up events of the past week, last Sunday I headed south to meet up with my Little Sis' at WOU! I hadn't seen her new dorm room when she moved in, and it was a nice time to catch up! I eventually made it home later that night and was met by my mom and older sister. Monday, my mom and I made a trip to Eugene, Or, to get in some much needed bonding and shopping time!! Later that night I visited my grandparents out in Dixonville, Or, for some Costco Alfredo (Yum!) For the rest of the week I basically vegged out on the couch and hung out with my older sister when she was not at work! Sadly, I only got to see my dad for an afternoon because he was gone on a trip. I left Roseburg, Or, on Friday to head back North and it was a hellish drive back with the stormy weather!&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last few days of my vacation with my aunt and cousins hunting for Halloween costumes, playing Ticket to Ride and a new game called Ninja (you should check it out, I don't think I laughed that hard in a long time!)&lt;br /&gt;School started again today and all I can hope for is that I find the drive I had in the beginning and finish this semester still &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alive&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only thing that will get me through my classes and the weather is  a caramel apple spice from Starbucks! Welcome Fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/images/caramel_cider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/images/caramel_cider.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-9068121670513969149?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/9068121670513969149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/ready-for-second-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/9068121670513969149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/9068121670513969149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/ready-for-second-round.html' title='Ready for a second round?!'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902797169725249480.post-6988419714620689937</id><published>2009-10-20T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:46:46.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were  a poem</title><content type='html'>Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Voluptuous&lt;/span&gt; in plenty, summer is&lt;br /&gt;Neglectful of the earnest ones who’ve sought her.&lt;br /&gt;She best resides with what she images:&lt;br /&gt;Lakes windless with profound sun-shafted water;&lt;br /&gt;Dense orchards in which high-grassed heat grows thick;&lt;br /&gt;The one-lane country road where, on his knees, &lt;br /&gt;A boy initials soft tar with a stick;&lt;br /&gt;Slow creeks which bear flecked light through depths of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he alone is summer’s who relents &lt;br /&gt;In his poor enterprisings; who can sense,&lt;br /&gt;In alleys petal-blown, the wealth of chance;&lt;br /&gt;Or can, supine in a deep meadow, pass&lt;br /&gt;Warm hours beneath a moving sky’s expanse, &lt;br /&gt;Chewing the sweetness from long stalks of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Steele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4902797169725249480-6988419714620689937?l=onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6988419714620689937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-were-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/6988419714620689937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902797169725249480/posts/default/6988419714620689937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmywaybackdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-were-poem.html' title='If I were  a poem'/><author><name>Leslie...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693286578269054236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtZ5QvjfXgM/St5oznihUnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6V8nOMDNIkk/S220/783557282_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
