<?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-5770921219825608515</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:25:25.433-04:00</updated><category term='Just me'/><title type='text'>sorry I'm too perfect for you...</title><subtitle type='html'>well i have always been called things like "miss perfect" and "mary poppins". it used to bother me b/c i just don't get why people were concerned with me doing my best. well i have decided that sorry if it offends you, i am who i am and if it bothers you then you don't have to be around me or even read what i have to say. i am "practically perfect in every way", and proud of it!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-6722643205923741352</id><published>2011-04-02T11:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:17:57.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;it has been almost 1 month since i stopped taking my medication for my depression. i have to say that this has been the best month ever. i feel more free and alive. i can laugh and i can cry when i want to. i've always been an emotional person so i cried over the drop of a hat. but now i can cry when i see fit. not when i was so over-whelmed that that was all that i could do. i feel like i have enjoyed my kids and my husband more. yes, of course, they can get on my nerves. but that is just life. i feel like i have accepted that. i don't let work get to me as much. i try to enjoy myself and surround myself with positive people. because i have decided that if you keep doing what you are doing, you are always going to get what you got. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;smile, it brings out your inner beauty!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770921219825608515-6722643205923741352?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6722643205923741352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-month-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/6722643205923741352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/6722643205923741352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-month-down.html' title='1 month down...'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-4485904461201496211</id><published>2011-03-05T23:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:00:23.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this is a post that i had on facebook about 8 months ago:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it speaks volumes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is just a little something I wrote a few days ago.  I wasn't going  to post it because I may "step on some toes". But a couple of my good  friends told me to go ahead and do it. So here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Respect--such a simple plain word but yet has such a a powerful meaning.   It may not mean a lot to some, but it is all I long for.  When you do a  job well done, do you not want someone to give you that pat on the  back?  If you are in a leadership role, do you not expect RESPECT from  your colleagues?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Is it just me, or does this not happen as much as it should?  Yeah, I've  heard everything from:  that's what you get paid for, it's your  responsibility, why do you want to lead?, and why do more than what is  expected?...the list could go on and on.  Well here is your answers:  Yes, I get paid to do my job but so do you?  Yes, it is my  responsibility to make sure things are done and are getting done the way  I was TAUGHT to do. I want to lead because it is something that I feel I  was given the gift to do.  And up until now, I truly believed it but it  is amazing what a few people can do to your self-esteem and self-worth.  And yes, I do more than what is expected of me because that is who I  am.  I give 110% and I expect a little bit of recognition and respect  for it.  I've been told by even family members that I think I'm better  than them. And you know what?  If it means that I take pride in myself  and I what I do then so be it. I am better. Everyone should have pride  in what they do and what they accomplish.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; 20 years ago, this kind of thing wasn't an issue.  I never heard my  parents speak of their colleagues undermining someone in an authority  position.  There is a reason why positions such as these are given.   Usually because those that are higher on the "ladder" do not have a clue  about the day to day operations. They hand out positions to keep  control of area they do not cover or know.  But what is the point in  taking the time, money, and resources into training a person and then  not backing them up?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If I was doing something wrong, first and foremost, I would expect to be  told.  Then I can see having their help to fix a problem.  But why fix  something that isn't broke?  And why beat your leader down so much that  they feel powerless and worthless?  Haven't we already showed others  that they don't have to listen or do whatever task just because they  don't "like" to. Or that they have to RESPECT their leader.  Funny,  there is that word again.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; A military friend once told me- "it doesn't matter whether you liked the  person or not;or wanted to do what they told you to do--you did it  because you listened to and RESPECTED their authority".  Wouldn't the  world be a perfect place if this would happen now?  But no, there always  has to be atleast one person to rock the boat.  In the past, I can  think of a few who did the same thing but funny thing is--is that they  are not here yet I still am.  Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Is my opinion not worth anything? I believe with almost 10 years of  experience interviewing, hiring, training, and firing people my opinion  would be worth a little more than what it is.  But I guess not.  I'm  passed the anger and frustration but now am stuck at the loss of  self-worth.  When you are doing your "thing" from day to day and all is  going well, then all of a sudden you get hit up-side the head by a MAC  truck, you tend to second guess yourself. I have thought, prayed, cried,  and yelled about what to do.  And the only thing I can come up with  is--wherever I am, I am going to demand RESPECT. Such a simple thing to  give yet so hard to get...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; But by the grace of God, I am what I am.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Matthew 7:7&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves there of are still.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Psalms 107:29&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Proverbs 31:10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770921219825608515-4485904461201496211?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4485904461201496211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/4485904461201496211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/4485904461201496211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/respect.html' title='respect'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-3748566166723784760</id><published>2011-03-05T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:00:55.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smiling on the inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can actually say for the first time in well, years, that I am actually smiling on the inside. It's actually really hard to say that. Because those of you that know me, would never have thought that I was really unhappy as what I was. I was one of those people who would just put on a brave face and just keep on truckin'. It's not like my life is all that bad. I made it much worse than it had to be.  And I am here to tell you that first and foremost, you need to accept that you are having issues and second, be open to ideas from your family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I am trying to deal with the sorriness I have inside for being the way I was. I can't imagine how my husband and children dealt with me for all of these years. I couldn't even stand myself so I am sure they couldn't stand me either. I can actually laugh at things that I used to find amusing. For instance, my kids were playing outside yesterday and they were apparently trying to dig up a dog that the previous homeowners had buried...normally that would aggravate me. I just couldn't keep from laughing at them back there digging for this dog. It's the simple things in life that I no longer want to take for granted. You never know when your time is going to be up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live like there is no tomorrow! :)&lt;/span&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/5770921219825608515-3748566166723784760?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3748566166723784760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/smiling-on-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/3748566166723784760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/3748566166723784760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/smiling-on-inside.html' title='smiling on the inside'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-5642304142599331810</id><published>2011-03-04T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:31:58.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>was going through the motions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmLmlV3p9eU/TXD3PqUwTFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SezCh2CBNYY/s1600/pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmLmlV3p9eU/TXD3PqUwTFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SezCh2CBNYY/s200/pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580231786743483474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about a week ago, i went through somewhat of a nervous breakdown. it is no secret that i suffer from depression. i was just in such a place where i thought no one else could possibly understand what i was going through. i made a post and published it on facebook and i received so many comments from some of my friends that were of course going through the same trials and troubles. i was actually shocked at who commented...it wasn't who i thought would. but i guess that is how life is, you really never know what you are going to get. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after some serious conversations with a woman that i respect deeply, i have come to the conclusion that it is only between me and God of how my life is. if i don't like how things are going, then change them. at one point in time, i would have thought that was easier said than done. now after of almost of a week without taking medication, i feel like i can truly FEEL what is going on.  i feel ALIVE! i can laugh and truly feel happy. of course we are going to have those days when things just aren't going your way, but at this moment in time i actually think that i can make it though it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know what finally did it to make things finally click. i really believe that you almost have to hit rock bottom before you can crawl your way back up. you have to really want it. and i have now accepted that i want this. i want to be happy. i want to enjoy my babies and my husband. i don't want them to have to walk on eggshells around me...just hoping that i am not having a bad day. i actually feel like i am smiling inside. not one of those smiles that make your cheeks hurt, but i am working on it. and for the first time in a long time, i really believe that i am going to make it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thank you to everyone who has been there for me whether it was just a hug or a text message. you all have helped me through...&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/5770921219825608515-5642304142599331810?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5642304142599331810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/was-going-through-motions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/5642304142599331810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/5642304142599331810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/was-going-through-motions.html' title='was going through the motions...'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmLmlV3p9eU/TXD3PqUwTFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SezCh2CBNYY/s72-c/pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-2410931367510375585</id><published>2009-05-22T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:27:40.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>praying for a miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/Shcmyxy3EfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L7he4KR5lJo/s1600-h/me+and+karey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338778537072988658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/Shcmyxy3EfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L7he4KR5lJo/s200/me+and+karey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friend Karey had to go through a couple of long and agonizing tests this week. Since she found out she has breast cancer they also suspect that it is in her thyroid too. She has a mass that stretches from the side of her neck to the middle of her throat. She can actually feel it when she swallows. They had to do the biopsy on Wednesday to confirm their diagnosis. But what sucks is that along with that her right kidney is not functioning properly and she had to go through hours of testing on it. Trust me, by the details, no one would want to go through that any time soon. I just feel so helpless because there is absolutely nothing that I can do for her except pray and be there for her and her kids when needed. I just wish I could take away some of the anguish and fear she has inside. She is such a wonderful person. She does not deserve this at all. &lt;/strong&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/5770921219825608515-2410931367510375585?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2410931367510375585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/praying-for-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/2410931367510375585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/2410931367510375585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/praying-for-miracle.html' title='praying for a miracle'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/Shcmyxy3EfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L7he4KR5lJo/s72-c/me+and+karey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-3446920658855195111</id><published>2009-05-07T11:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:40:03.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/SgMAtgVH0hI/AAAAAAAAABw/w9b15cPLTOI/s1600-h/ribbon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333107165509440018" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/SgMAtgVH0hI/AAAAAAAAABw/w9b15cPLTOI/s320/ribbon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;well here it is...supposed to be one of the happiest times of my life. i have a great husband, 2 beautiful children, a job i actually enjoy, and now i am buying the house i always dreamed of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i got a phone call...the first thing that was asked "are you sitting down?" you know that can't be good. i got a pit in my stomach and my heart and mind started to race with the thoughts of just horribleness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;my dear friend, karey, told me she has breast cancer. my heart just fell to the floor. i wanted to scream. i knew i couldn't because she was calling me to be her shoulder. what do you even say? it's just not fair. life is not fair. she doesn't know what to do next. do you lock yourself in a room and cry or scream and rant and rave? do you pull yourself together and be "strong"? what do you tell your kids? do you tell your kids? i didn't have any answers for her. me, the one that always has an answer and a plan, did not have a plan for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i just don't know what to say or even do. i am angry at the doctors who told her over a year ago that there was nothing wrong. i remember her coming to me and telling me she had discharge and that it just hurt and ached. she went to the doctor and because they didn't feel anything there they told her it was nothing. why are doctors like that? do they even care anymore about the patients, or just the paycheck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;what do i do now? she knows i am there for her but just "being there" is not enough in my mind. she has noone. she asked me not to sit around and worry about her. like i can do that. she is my friend. we have been through so much together in the short while that we have known each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;as i sit here and see my cursor, the pink ribbon that i hold dear, i just want to scream and say why??? why her? why my granny? why my friend's mom? why my coworker's sister? cancer sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i always thought it would be me. what am i saying? it could still be me one of these days. but why should a hard working, intelligent, single mom have to deal with this. if you only knew what she has already endured. no one person should have to deal with so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i just sit and stare at this computer, listening to my kids playing and arguing who is going to push "kitty" around in the stroller, and wonder why someone is chosen and not others. why her? why not me? why not you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i just hope that one of these days i may know these answers....&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/5770921219825608515-3446920658855195111?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/SgMAtgVH0hI/AAAAAAAAABw/w9b15cPLTOI/s72-c/ribbon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-7352154474342383854</id><published>2009-04-13T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:29:58.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>best day ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, today we celebrated Easter. and i have to say that today was one of the best days i have had in a long time. ciara and christian were so excited to see the baskets that the "Easter Bunny" brought them. then i took them to Sunday school which is always a blessing. after the service was over, they had an egg hunt outside. the kids had a blast. christian even won another basket from the church. when we got home we colored our eggs and then i made our traditional Easter pizza. i know you're thinking pizza??? well, when i was about 16, right before my mom and dad divorced, mom, me, and amy moved into this rinky dink little apartment (that we just absolutely loved by the way) we moved right before spring break so for our first Easter on our own, we couldn't afford the traditional ham and what not so my mom made us pizza. i have kept the tradition on because i feel it proves that you don't need a big dinner to bring family together...a pizza will do the trick. that is one of the few times that i remember my mom being actually happy. so anyways, after our picnic outside, we played and got real dirty. after adam got home, he let me take a nap while he watched the kids. then we went to the evening service and i have got to say was a blessing also. me and ciara colored with her new markers once we got home and it was just so fun. i can't describe the feeling that you get when you actually have one of those bonding moments with your children. tonight was definitely one of them. so now if i could just get sleepy i would be doing great. but you know what, after the perfect day i have had, i really don't think i could ask for more!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770921219825608515-7352154474342383854?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7352154474342383854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/7352154474342383854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/7352154474342383854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-day-ever.html' title='best day ever...'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-3449910492313435263</id><published>2009-04-10T21:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:58:17.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i have the most amazing man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i must be the most blessed woman ever. my husband is the greatest in the whole wide world. we got to go out on a date last night (which are far and few between since of my 2 beautiful children), and i had the most incredible time. from going out to dinner and then seeing a movie and then getting ice cream which is my weakness, everything was just so great. he planned ahead and wrote me a love letter which he very slyly gave me at the restaurant telling me that he had planned a very romantic evening for me. he told me to look under my pillow when we got home. let's just say that he thought this out which is probably more special to me than the actual evening. it just shows that he loves me and tries every time to make our evenings together special. a year ago, i would have said that we were more like friends just living together instead of husband and wife. i have to say that things were pretty bad. i didn't care whether i even saw him much less spent the evening with him. he also felt the same. he has told me now that he had mentioned to his mom that he didn't know whether or not he could stick with me. i feel so bad that i made him that miserable. but i was pretty miserable myself. i just recently found journals that i had written years ago. i was just screaming out for help but noone listened. i am just so grateful to my bestest friend michele for helping me through and letting me know that there was nothing to be afraid of telling the doctor how i was feeling. i really feel that if it wasn't for her that my marriage may have been nonexistent now. i owe her so much! thank you michele for being there for me and being such an awesome friend!!!!&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/5770921219825608515-3449910492313435263?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-1067211936087054400</id><published>2009-04-08T04:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:28:07.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 4 am and i'm still awake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/Sdxf-YbNk_I/AAAAAAAAABo/HUIs-joTARU/s1600-h/me+at+hjc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322234384958198770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/Sdxf-YbNk_I/AAAAAAAAABo/HUIs-joTARU/s200/me+at+hjc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again i am awake bright and early in the morning. actually i haven't been to sleep yet. i have no clue why i can't sleep but i guess eventually it will come. now i am having one of those days where i am feeling sorry for myself i guess. i just hurt so bad and i feel so bad about myself. i feel like i am 50 and should be crippled up in a wheelchair and i feel like i weigh 200 pounds. i don't know...i just don't like myself today for some reason. you would think it would have been last week when i was pmsing but nope. it's almost like everything i have done recently just hasn't been good enough. for instance, like making out the schedule. i did the best i could but was informed that i was going sink. i can't help it that everyone needs a particular day off. i try to do everything the best of my ability but sometimes i seem to fall short of certain standards. yeah i know, i am just having a pity party but it is 4 am and i am still awake after not going to sleep yesterday until 5 am and i am entitled to it. i am just so tired and wore out, i just don't know when all of the chaos will end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YcqB42Fyy4/Sdxf-YbNk_I/AAAAAAAAABo/HUIs-joTARU/s72-c/me+at+hjc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-3804541702212060940</id><published>2009-03-29T18:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:00:41.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i just don't get it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really just don't get how people can say they are your friends but when you try to help them or do something for them they just push you away. maybe it is just me. i don't think i am too pushy. what is wrong with wanting to do something nice for a friend's birthday? i didn't think it was a crime. at least they can do is answer the phone and let me wish them a happy birthday. because i am sure down the road it will be mentioned that "noone" did anything for me on my birthday and i am going to have to get ticked off. don't get me wrong i love this girl to death and i am just pmsing but i just don't understand. i feel like they are just trying to push me away and i want to know why. maybe i wasn't there when i needed to be or i wasn't there enough but they of all people know i did the best i could to help and try to do everything i could to make things easier on them. i thought that's what friends were for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-8934686647353010147</id><published>2009-03-18T03:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:41:23.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well i finally got some results today on my mri. nothing showed up on my head but they did find 1 bulging disc and 1 protruding disc in my back. they want me to see a neurosurgeon.  i kind of figured that was going to happen.  but it doesn't explain why i get so lightheaded and feel like my head is going to explode.  i'm not giving up just yet.  but it is so frustrating not to know and the fact that i may never know.  when i tell doctors, they just look at me like i am either stupid or they don't have a clue what i am talking about.  someone out there has to have the same problem as i do. hopefully one day i will find them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770921219825608515-8934686647353010147?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8934686647353010147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/8934686647353010147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/8934686647353010147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news.html' title='Good news....'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-7821317204194676449</id><published>2009-03-15T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:06:20.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hope there is nothing wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well here it is. i have been to a few different doctors and so far none of them can figure out what is wrong with me.  this is so scary. most think that because i am so young that there is nothing wrong. well i wouldn't be there if i didn't think something was going on. i recently has a mri on my brain and back and have not yet heard the results. it is so weird. in a way you hope they don't find anything because most likely that is bad, but on the other hand if they don't find anything then you are back at square one. in pain and dizzy with no reasons. i try not to let it bother me but sometimes it is so hard. i try to hold it together for my family. i don't want to let them know how worried this really makes me. you don't understand..i never sleep, i am in constant pain, and i lose my vision and feel like my head is going to explode for seconds at a time for no apparent reason. i am just scared that something may be seriously wrong. i try to stay positive but it is so hard when here i am at 2 am writing this blog b/c i can't sleep because i am hurting so bad. i just don't get it. hopefully i will find out something soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770921219825608515-7821317204194676449?l=sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7821317204194676449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope-there-is-nothing-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/7821317204194676449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770921219825608515/posts/default/7821317204194676449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryimtooperfectforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope-there-is-nothing-wrong.html' title='hope there is nothing wrong...'/><author><name>practically perfect in every way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886437330824043834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtW2OJzjYPM/TXD42hf1KHI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH7hSoa85EQ/s220/152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770921219825608515.post-8439941436278045126</id><published>2009-03-14T18:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:37:57.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me'/><title type='text'>Hopefully I can say what I want without people getting upset...</title><content type='html'>well thanks to my best friend Michele I have found this site and hopefully on here I can say what I want without offending someone. I have a myspace and one day decided I had to vent about work. I didn't even mention where I worked but yet I got in trouble because I am not supposed to talk about the place outside of there. Now give me a break. If you don't talk about what upsets you it will just eat from the inside out. Trust me I know. My husband and I had a few rough years and honestly because of something stupid happenning on Myspace brought us back together. None of it would have even happenned if we just would have talked to each other. But after having kids, full times jobs, and no time for each other we just grew apart. But now that is all in the past. We have a better relationship now than ever before. Everyday he tells me how much he loves me and that he wishes he could do everything for me. And I know he knows that I feel the same. But anyways, just wanted to get started with this and hope that it helps relieve some stress that my cute hubby can't take care of. 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