<?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-3781846</id><updated>2011-11-22T14:05:05.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pippins Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Life through the eyes of a God chasing, Pippin fanatic!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-6839071037395092151</id><published>2007-09-05T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:16:31.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I BelieveTonight I was doing worship at Northe, and we were singing this song called “With All I Am.” It’s chorus has this line “Jesus, I believe in You.” I’ve sung this song many times before, but tonight that line really hit me. Its deeper meaning seemed to scream out to me like never before. Of course I believe in Jesus, but it’s not just like believing in Santa Claus or something. When you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6839071037395092151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=6839071037395092151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/6839071037395092151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/6839071037395092151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-believe-tonight-i-was-doing-worship.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-347566399417753121</id><published>2007-06-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:11:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATE!!Wow, it's been a really long time since I've written anything here! I'm pretty sure that no one reads this anymore, but either way I thought it'd be time for an update. Lots of things have changed in my life since my last update, one of the most important things is that I'm going to be an aunt!! That's right, my wonderful sister is pregnant. Well actually she's due in about two months so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/347566399417753121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=347566399417753121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/347566399417753121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/347566399417753121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2007/06/update-wow-its-been-really-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-116317282098546640</id><published>2006-11-10T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:48:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmazingThe last few months have been pretty much amazing in my life. I've realized more then ever that this God that I serve has an abundance of grace that he is willing to spill out on anyone. All we have to do is ask for it. Within the last few months, my relationship with God has been put back on track. I started going to this wonderful church and a lot of healing took place in my heart. God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/116317282098546640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=116317282098546640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/116317282098546640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/116317282098546640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/11/amazing-last-few-months-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-115842520548351171</id><published>2006-09-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T09:46:59.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Best Day Get ready, what follows is going to be A LOT of gushing about a certain boyfriend I have! Thursday September 14th was our 2 year anniversary. The weeks leading up to this day, Michael kept saying that he wanted to plan what we were going to do that day. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't tell me what we were going to do. Thursday morning finally arrived, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115842520548351171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=115842520548351171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115842520548351171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115842520548351171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-day-get-ready-what-follows-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-115232917195500089</id><published>2006-07-07T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:26:25.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change really can be a good thing So Wednesday came and I finally got to sit down and have a real heart to heart talk with Alan and Cate. I was so nervous. I'm pretty introverted by nature so any kind of confrontational talks don't sit too well with me. Not that this would be some huge confrontational thing, but it was a big deal to me. So much was riding on them letting me have the job. So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115232917195500089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=115232917195500089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115232917195500089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115232917195500089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/change-really-can-be-good-thing-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-115146921068857874</id><published>2006-06-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:33:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Saga ContinuesSo Melissa wasn't at work AGAIN today! Lord have mercy! Anyway, I ran the front again during my down time and officially as of this afternoon Melissa was fired! I feel kind of bad for her, but I'm happy for me potentially. So tomorrow is the big day. Keep your fingers crossed!!! I'll let you know what happens, but at least Alan actually fired her which is a big step!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115146921068857874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=115146921068857874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115146921068857874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115146921068857874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/saga-continues-so-melissa-wasnt-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-115138091912180319</id><published>2006-06-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:01:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still feeling the love...only in a slightly different fashionOk, so after about a week of waiting and obsessively checking my phone to see if that office had called me back I got the message. Unfortunately I didn't get the position. They said that it had been a really hard decision, that I have a lot to offer but they had decided to go with a different applicant. They would be keeping my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115138091912180319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=115138091912180319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115138091912180319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115138091912180319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-feeling-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-115034625277776555</id><published>2006-06-14T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:37:32.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official...God really loves me!I don't know about you, but there are definitely times in my life where everything seems to start falling apart. Ok, I'm exaggerating, I still have a great family, great friends, and an amazing boyfriend. But like I said in my last entry, I've been really having a hard time at work. And it's frustrating because I'm at work more then not, it's obviously a major </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115034625277776555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=115034625277776555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115034625277776555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/115034625277776555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-114997320941223277</id><published>2006-06-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:00:28.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesThis past month has been full of changes and potential changes in my life. God's been really shaking things up in my heart and life, but not really showing me what's to come next. Basically I finally stepped off the worship team at my church. I have been feeling for a while that it was something that I needed to do, I just didn't have the courage to do it. I've been on a worship team of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114997320941223277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=114997320941223277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114997320941223277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114997320941223277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/changes-this-past-month-has-been-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-114723552210442644</id><published>2006-05-09T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:32:02.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SpontaneitySo today I was in this overly spontaneous mood. This happens to be once in a while. I get this feeling like I want to go do something "crazy" just to do it. Well for about a month now I've been wanting to get my nose pierced. And so today I did it. Maybe it's not really being spontaneous if I've been thinking about it for a month...but I felt like I was being impulsive. So I found a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114723552210442644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=114723552210442644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114723552210442644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114723552210442644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/spontaneity-so-today-i-was-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-114437947933749937</id><published>2006-04-06T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:11:19.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The OC I have a problem...an addiction if you will. I didn't think it was a big deal. I thought that it was something that I could handle. No one needed to know about my issue, I can take care of it myself, I would often think to myself. Well, now I'm not so sure. I think I'm obsessed with the OC. If you haven't seen the show, you don't know what you're missing. It's by far the best show to ever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114437947933749937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=114437947933749937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114437947933749937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114437947933749937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/oc-i-have-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-114342691966848347</id><published>2006-03-26T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:36:10.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring BreakThis week I am on spring break! Heck yes! It is a well needed break from work. Let's just say, most people at my job lately have been so freakin stressed about EVERYTHING! It seems to me that most people can't even sneeze without someone being pissy at them. Ok, I might be exaggerating, but still. I'm excited. I'm not really doing anything overly exciting. Mostly I'm just house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114342691966848347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=114342691966848347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114342691966848347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114342691966848347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-this-week-i-am-on-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-114239880363485243</id><published>2006-03-14T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:00:03.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!Ok, so this will be really brief, but I seriously must voice a little of my current frustration. The girl who's car I hit, was kind enough to go get an estimate today. She called me to let me know that it was a little higher then she thought was accurate so she was going to go to another place to have them look too. Well, her first estimate was for $1000 to fix that little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114239880363485243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=114239880363485243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114239880363485243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114239880363485243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-stupid-stupid-ok-so-this-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-114231337067031195</id><published>2006-03-13T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:16:10.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Case of the Mondays So, has anyone ever wondered why Mondays are like the complete worse day of the week? Is it because it's the beginning of the work week, and thus the longest time before a weekend? Or is it really because there is some greater evil "Monday force" out there that magically makes all bad things happen on a Monday? I'm choosing to believe the later. Normally I'm cool with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114231337067031195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=114231337067031195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114231337067031195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114231337067031195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/case-of-mondays-so-has-anyone-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-114067082186711097</id><published>2006-02-22T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:00:21.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesDo you ever go through those times where you look at the past and wish that things could stay the way they always have been? You miss the "good old times", and you'd give a lot to be back in those memories? Well, this is definitely NOT one of those times!! lol I recently got a look from the outside at how I might have looked when I was say 15-17. And umm...yeah not exactly where I want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114067082186711097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=114067082186711097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114067082186711097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/114067082186711097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/changes-do-you-ever-go-through-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-113909213425531859</id><published>2006-02-04T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:28:54.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateDude it has been a while since I last posted. Mostly because someone got in trouble at work for being on the internet too much...hmm wonder who that could have been, surely not me. Anyway, not a whole lot has changed as of right now. My birthday is coming up...only like 2 weeks away. Not that 19 is that big of a year, but I'm excited anyway. I'm really hoping that I can get a tattoo for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113909213425531859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=113909213425531859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113909213425531859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113909213425531859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-dude-it-has-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-113441363852339818</id><published>2005-12-12T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T10:53:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas!So Christmas is just around the corner, as I'm sure most of you are aware. Well let me tell you, I am so very excited about it. Our house is all decorated, all my shopping is done, and I already have lots of presents under the tree. Last night I was talking to Michael about how much I love Christmas and why. It was actually a really good conversation for me, it put some things into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113441363852339818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=113441363852339818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113441363852339818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113441363852339818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-so-christmas-is-just-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-113338448828871725</id><published>2005-11-30T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:01:28.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple ThingsAll week I have been so excited about Friday. I don't really know why because, although it will be a really fun day, it's nothing that out of the ordinary. Michael and I are gonna go Christmas shopping (and just shopping for ourselves...hehehe) during the day. Then we're heading up to Denver to have go to dinner and the Fiona Apple concert. It's gonna be such a great day. I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113338448828871725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=113338448828871725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113338448828871725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113338448828871725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/11/simple-things-all-week-i-have-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-113164567853111138</id><published>2005-11-10T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T10:01:18.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun TimesLife's been going pretty good lately...kinda crazy but good. I figured I'd just step in and do a quick update. Work is still going pretty good. I have to work some extra hours so these next couple weeks I'm working five days instead of the normal four and tomorrow I'll be at work for about 12 hours...fun times.Home's been going good. There has been a lot of searching into what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113164567853111138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=113164567853111138' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113164567853111138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113164567853111138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/11/fun-times-lifes-been-going-pretty-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-113035845569274809</id><published>2005-10-26T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:27:35.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New DirectionsThis past week the dentist office where I work was closed. HECK YES! It was very nice to have some time off, I definitely needed it. Anyway, lately God has been showing me some new things that He has for me to do. A lot of it is things that I have never really seriously considered doing, but for some reason they made me so excited. Maybe God's plan for your life is suppose to excite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113035845569274809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=113035845569274809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113035845569274809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/113035845569274809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-directions-this-past-week-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112716415154314668</id><published>2005-09-19T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:09:11.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pain...lots and LOTS of PainIt's official, my boyfriend is a slave driver. It all started out when I decided that I was going to start working out again. My mom and I have started getting up at 5:30 to work out before I go to work. Well since Michael has been having to work out for school, he wanted to start working out on Sunday mornings with me too. At the time I thought it would be a good idea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112716415154314668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112716415154314668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112716415154314668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112716415154314668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112690006052401874</id><published>2005-09-16T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:47:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MomentsWhen you look back at your life what are going to be the things that stand out to you the most? Is it going to be the moment when you got that "perfect job", or when you got your "perfect car"? Or are you going to remember those moments that really matter? Like having deep intimate conversations with those you love? When it comes right down to it, people don't want to live like Jesus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112690006052401874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112690006052401874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112690006052401874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112690006052401874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/moments-when-you-look-back-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112655445090517660</id><published>2005-09-12T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:47:30.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy ThingsToday as I was driving to work it all of a sudden hit me that I'm actually turning into an "adult". This seems a little out of place since just yesterday I was getting yelled at for not doing my chores right but oh well. I think this feeling of "adultness" came because I found out yesterday that two friends of mine are now engaged. It's very exciting but kinda shocked me because it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112655445090517660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112655445090517660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112655445090517660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112655445090517660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-things-today-as-i-was-driving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112551070173653714</id><published>2005-08-31T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:51:41.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hair Part 2Ok, so everything is ok on the homefront. My cute boy's hair turned out awesome. It looks really good...much better then I thought. The pseudo-bowl cut has not returned thank you Jesus! Amen! Anyway I figured I should just let everyone know the outcome since I'm so sure you all have been on the edge of your seats, just waiting to see how it would work out! Ok maybe not, but still...he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112551070173653714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112551070173653714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112551070173653714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112551070173653714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/hair-part-2-ok-so-everything-is-ok-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112544334700062893</id><published>2005-08-30T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:09:07.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HairI have never thought of myself as I hair freak. Meaning I didn't think that I put that much emphasis on what my hair looks like. I mean I do like it to be cute but if I'm having a bad hair day it doesn't seem to totally ruin my life or anything. Well today Michael phones me to tell me his getting his hair cut. Now this wouldn't be a big deal except that instead of letting Anne cut it, he's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112544334700062893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112544334700062893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112544334700062893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112544334700062893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/hair-i-have-never-thought-of-myself-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112533781765011427</id><published>2005-08-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:50:17.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LifeI thought I'd stop in and do another update. Everything is going pretty good lately. There hasn't been much different but that's not always a bad thing. My boy came back from Alabama last Tuesday, and we finally got to spend some good time together this weekend so that was good. He's been working a lot lately and it's always during the hours when I'm off work so we haven't had much time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112533781765011427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112533781765011427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112533781765011427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112533781765011427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-i-thought-id-stop-in-and-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112483375658578264</id><published>2005-08-23T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T14:49:16.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SmittenI have a couple friends who have recently gained boyfriends. That being said, I have been part of many "smitten" conversations. It has made me miss my boy even more, and think about all the things he does that makes my heart skip. I definitely know why people say being in love is the greatest thing ever. And not just for the deep intimate parts, sometimes it's just really really fun. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112483375658578264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112483375658578264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112483375658578264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112483375658578264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/smitten-i-have-couple-friends-who-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112474168901603951</id><published>2005-08-22T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:14:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bit Less ConfusionI know it's only been like 14 hours or something since I last posted but I'm already feeling a lot better then I was last night. It seems to me that I'm always going to be learning more about who I am and God's plan for me. And lately it really feels like I can't look at anyone else's life or what other people think is the"right" thing to do and assume that that's what God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112474168901603951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112474168901603951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112474168901603951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112474168901603951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/bit-less-confusion-i-know-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112467996922040591</id><published>2005-08-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:06:09.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConfusionLately I've been really confused and stuck feeling. See I've been trying to decide if I should join the Furnace or not. It's a huge commitment and I'm really trying to figure out if it's something that God would have me do. Part of me has been really wanting to do it, but I'm not sure why I want to. Is it because Michael is so enthusiastic about it? Am I trying to prove to God and those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112467996922040591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112467996922040591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112467996922040591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112467996922040591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/confusion-lately-ive-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112317522845154840</id><published>2005-08-04T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:33:28.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The FurnaceI've been thinking and praying a lot about joining the Furnace. It's an internship at New Life Church for college age people. They meet in the evenings so that you can have a job or be going to college while in it. I know it would be a big time commitment. But I can't get past the fact that I want to do something big for God. Lately I've been really bored with that area of my life. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112317522845154840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112317522845154840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112317522845154840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112317522845154840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/furnace-ive-been-thinking-and-praying.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112286099168201877</id><published>2005-07-31T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T18:49:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little KidsSometimes living in a neighborhood can be rather amusing. Since it's mid summer we have a lot of little kids running around in the evening playing. Well tonight I was switching the laundry and the window was open. I could hear two little kids outside and their conversation was as follows:Girl- You're a little girl BrandonBrandon- Girls are weird!Girl- So! You're a little girl so that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112286099168201877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112286099168201877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112286099168201877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112286099168201877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-kids-sometimes-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112231385744234790</id><published>2005-07-25T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:50:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Excited!!For about the past month and a half/two months I've been talking about and planning on getting a new car. My current car is working pretty good, there are a few minor issues like the air conditioning doesn't work and things like that, and it has a lot of miles on it, but over all it's a good little car. Mostly I want something new because I want a four wheel drive and something a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112231385744234790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112231385744234790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112231385744234790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112231385744234790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-excited-for-about-past-month-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112197326811905824</id><published>2005-07-21T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T12:14:28.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creepy PeopleWhy is it that some people are so freakin creepy?? I just don't get it. It seems to me that I've been surrounded by a bunch of creepy people lately. Maybe I'm a magnet for them and I just don't realize it. First of all there is this guy at work who's always been a little flirty with me, I've learned to deal with it. But this week has been overly bad...I mean asking me if I want him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112197326811905824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112197326811905824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112197326811905824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112197326811905824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/07/creepy-people-why-is-it-that-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-112014394906779240</id><published>2005-06-30T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T08:05:49.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah For Me!Today is my last day of work before vacation. Everyone at the office is in a really good mood, you can kind of just feel it. I love days like this. It's nice because we'll be leaving on a good note rather then everyone being grumpy at each other. And tomorrow I'm going to Eliches so that's happy too. I'm just in a good mood! Oh yeah and we get coffee today which is always a happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112014394906779240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=112014394906779240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112014394906779240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/112014394906779240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah-for-me-today-is-my-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111990050248975608</id><published>2005-06-27T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:28:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vacation!!We are closing the office for a week starting on Friday. Because we are always closed on Fridays it ends up being 10 days off of work! HECK YES!!! I am so freakin excited. Only four...no three and a half days to go! :) I'm planning on going to Eliches on Friday, and then I have a concert on Tuesday that I'm totally excited about. Other then that I plan on doing ALOT of sleeping in. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111990050248975608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111990050248975608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111990050248975608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111990050248975608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-we-are-closing-office-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111929636749514114</id><published>2005-06-20T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:39:27.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Really ImportantSometimes in life things happen, either to you or to someone you care about, and they make you really take a step back and see what matters to you. It's so easy to get caught up in the material things of this world, like money or buying new things. We tend to forget about the people we love and why we love them, instead we just get irritated at them or worse take them for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111929636749514114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111929636749514114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111929636749514114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111929636749514114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-really-important-sometimes-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111886551493892622</id><published>2005-06-15T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:58:34.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthday MischiefSo a certain someone in my life has a birthday coming up. Well I've been trying and trying to figure out what to get this someone. I knew that it had to be something good, and something personal. So a couple days ago I figured out what I was going to do, and today I bought the presents! I'm so excited!! However now I have to wait until at least July 12th to give it to him...oh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111886551493892622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111886551493892622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111886551493892622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111886551493892622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthday-mischief-so-certain-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111869278580939423</id><published>2005-06-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:59:45.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateI figured that it wouldn't hurt for me to update everyone on what's been going on in my life lately. Honestly not a whole lot of new things are happening, but life in general is going good. My mom started her new job, which is a good thing I think. However it's made her a bit more "tense" then she normally is...hopefully that will wear off. I'm still working at the dentist office, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111869278580939423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111869278580939423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111869278580939423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111869278580939423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/update-i-figured-that-it-wouldnt-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111688097070065258</id><published>2005-05-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:42:50.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Worth ItAs most of you know, I work at a dentist office. I'm in charge of the children's program. Most of the time I really like it, however there are those certain kids that I'd rather kill then nicely polish their teeth. Then there are those other kids who make it all worth while. James is one of those little kids. I met him last week, he was a new patient and it was love at first sight. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111688097070065258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111688097070065258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111688097070065258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111688097070065258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-worth-it-as-most-of-you-know-i-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111627756932853765</id><published>2005-05-16T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:06:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Renewed LifeSometimes I'm amazed at how great God really is. I have to make this short, but He definitely comes through for me no matter the situation. If I just surrender it to Him, He's the most faithful person that I know. Although the last four days were some of the hardest I've ever had to go through, they've been really good for me too. And now I have this renewed sense of joy in my life, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111627756932853765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111627756932853765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111627756932853765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111627756932853765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/renewed-life-sometimes-im-amazed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111601650335548191</id><published>2005-05-13T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:35:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TrustingI'm learning that trusting God is different then I initially thought it was going to be like. When I use to think about trusting someone, I thought it meant that you weren't going to be nervous about what you were trusting them with. I thought that it meant you would go through your day with no anxiety about the situation and life would be like normal. I thought it'd be like, "Hey so what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111601650335548191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111601650335548191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111601650335548191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111601650335548191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/trusting-im-learning-that-trusting-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111592742876695334</id><published>2005-05-12T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:50:29.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rolling with the PunchesLife is definitely not something that you can plan out. Sometimes things happen that you weren't expecting or that you don't like. I know we all have those stupid curve balls in our lives that we wish weren't there. That pretty much seems to be the theme in my life lately. However I'm discovering that when life happens, you have two options. Either sit there crying, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111592742876695334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111592742876695334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111592742876695334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111592742876695334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/rolling-with-punches-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111215995215317195</id><published>2005-03-29T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:19:12.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting DayToday was rather interesting. It was full of cleaning of bathrooms, welcoming my sister home for the next three months, trying to console my sick cute boy, and listening to my mom cry and then be excited about the changes in her life. Hmm...I'm thinking this next week will be rather interesting as well. But for right now I'm going to go to bed because I have a headache. Luckily for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111215995215317195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111215995215317195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111215995215317195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111215995215317195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/interesting-day-today-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-111181419910916169</id><published>2005-03-25T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:16:39.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life in GeneralI seriously haven't had time to post lately but I thought now would be a good time to do so. Life has been going rather well for me as of late. It's been busy but good. I started my new job about 4 weeks ago. I absolutely love it. I mean there are definitely stressful moments....ie children refusing to open their mouths so I can't clean their teeth, or me asking Linette if I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111181419910916169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=111181419910916169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111181419910916169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/111181419910916169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-in-general-i-seriously-havent-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110973616097892008</id><published>2005-03-01T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:02:40.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New JobToday I started my new job. It was both really exciting, and really scary. I'm not one prone to trying new things, so this was really a stretch for me, but I think that it's going to be great. I'm in charge of running the children's program at a local dentist office. Today I got to get in there and actually clean the kids teeth, give xrays, identify cavities, bill patients, schedule </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110973616097892008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110973616097892008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110973616097892008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110973616097892008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-job-today-i-started-my-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110926112853915630</id><published>2005-02-24T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T08:05:28.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally an "Adult"Sunday was my eighteenth birthday. I basically spent the whole weekend celebrating with friends who decided it would be fun to surprise me at each and every turn. It was alot of fun, and good to know that I have friends that love and care for me so much. It's weird though that I'm like technically an adult now. I don't feel any different then I did when I was 16. And who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110926112853915630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110926112853915630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110926112853915630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110926112853915630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-adult-sunday-was-my-eighteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110857491775545510</id><published>2005-02-16T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:29:20.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like I said I'm not Motivated!So as I said in my last post, I'm extremely unmotivated today. So I went ahead and changed my template, and then I messed around with it so I could change some of the colors. Fun stuff. I kinda like this new template...it's kinda pretty. Chances are I'll change it again when I'm bored but for now I'm happy with it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110857491775545510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110857491775545510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110857491775545510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110857491775545510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/like-i-said-im-not-motivated-so-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110857331796772609</id><published>2005-02-16T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:01:57.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Not MotivatedI am feeling extremely unmotivated right now. I'm sure that there is plenty that I could be doing with my time. In fact I have a whole list of things that I need to get done before my last day of work on March 4th. However here I sit reading blogs, writing blogs, and reading emails for the last hour...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110857331796772609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110857331796772609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110857331796772609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110857331796772609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-not-motivated-i-am-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110784056788321587</id><published>2005-02-07T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:29:27.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Things Never ChangeOne would think that at some point I would grow out of some "childish" things in my life. But that doesn't seem to be happening to me! I know I'm only 17 (18 in about a week and a half!! Yay for me) but still I would have thought I'd be a bit more mature then I am. Let me explain where all this is coming from. I have a job that makes me get up every morning and go to work</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110784056788321587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110784056788321587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110784056788321587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110784056788321587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-things-never-change-one-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110782715153948117</id><published>2005-02-07T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:48:31.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ScaryI've officially decided that growing up is scary. After my other post and me ranting about wanting to do it so badly I feel a little silly saying that now I'm scared of it. Don't get me wrong, I'm still really excited about the prospect of growing up and becoming more of an adult, but it's a little daunting at times. Since my last post a lot of things have happened, including probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110782715153948117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110782715153948117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110782715153948117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110782715153948117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/scary-ive-officially-decided-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110739884131339124</id><published>2005-02-02T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:47:21.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay for MeToday my boyfriend and I went and got our hair cut. It was really fun because one I like getting pampered, and two I want to be a cosmetologist so anytime around people like that is a good time to me. As I was sitting there watching Anne (my hairstylist) cut Michael's hair I realized even more that I really want to do this. I mean, she doesn't just cut hair like someone who works at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110739884131339124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110739884131339124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110739884131339124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110739884131339124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/yay-for-me-today-my-boyfriend-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110727195881935598</id><published>2005-02-01T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T07:32:38.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AnticipationI'm feeling really antsy right now. It's probably totally normal given the age that I am, but I'm really wanting to begin the next phase of my life. Right now I feel like I'm in this transition period between being an adult, and being a teenager. Half the time I just want to go back to not working and just doing school, where I didn't have to worry about bills and all that junk. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110727195881935598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110727195881935598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110727195881935598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110727195881935598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/anticipation-im-feeling-really-antsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110675338228853859</id><published>2005-01-26T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T07:27:52.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RevelationSo the last week and a half has been pretty cool where God is concerned. I guess it all started because I was getting really bored with my walk with God. I mean, a bunch of people around me kept talking about having a great passion for God, and were talking about how being with God was the best thing. I had never experienced God like that. Don't get me wrong, I've had great times in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110675338228853859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110675338228853859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110675338228853859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110675338228853859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/01/revelation-so-last-week-and-half-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110632573866288298</id><published>2005-01-21T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T08:42:52.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Beginnings and the New YearNew beginnings seems to be the theme in my life lately, and what better time to have that be happening then when it's actually a brand new year? I'm really glad that 2004 is over, because frankly it sucked badly. However I learned alot and I think I'm a better person because of it. I've learned the true character in alot of people that I know, some good and some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110632573866288298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110632573866288298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110632573866288298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110632573866288298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-beginnings-and-new-year-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110273587998196033</id><published>2004-12-10T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T19:31:19.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Friends, Boyfriends, and ChristmasSo it's a Friday night and I'm pitifully sitting at home alone...well not quite alone, I am with the dog. I think that might make the situation worse though...hmmm. Anyway I was suppose to do something with my boyfriend but he kinda flaked out on me. See he's in this band and they had practice today at like 4ish. He said that he's be home by 6 and then we'd</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110273587998196033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110273587998196033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110273587998196033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110273587998196033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-friends-boyfriends-and-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-110011014178852515</id><published>2004-11-10T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T10:09:01.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life and ChristmasI haven't posted in a while so I figured I'd just stop in and make an update. Life has been busy as usual, but I tend to like it that way. At this very moment life is going really great for me. I have the best boyfriend in the world who I love so very much, a job that pays me really well with people who I like, relationships with most of my friends are getting better all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110011014178852515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=110011014178852515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110011014178852515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/110011014178852515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-and-christmas-i-havent-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-109459489006756281</id><published>2004-09-07T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:08:10.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun StuffThis past weekend was pretty great. It was nice to actually want to be around all of my friends! Lately some crap has been going on between us, but everything got worked out by like Friday so the weekend was fun. Not to mention it was a three day weekend so that rocked. I got to hang a lot with friends this weekend so that was cool. Saturday was mostly just veging in front of the TV </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/109459489006756281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=109459489006756281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/109459489006756281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/109459489006756281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/09/fun-stuff-this-past-weekend-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-109304416901316931</id><published>2004-08-20T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T16:22:49.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LifeThis week has been one of the worst/hardest weeks I've had in a really long time. I definitely don't want to get into the details here, but let's just say I've cried more this week then probably the rest of the year combined! However in some strange way I'm grateful for it. I think I tend to look at the positive sides of things because I've been trying to see what good will come out of this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/109304416901316931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=109304416901316931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/109304416901316931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/109304416901316931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-this-week-has-been-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-109150348087678411</id><published>2004-08-02T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:24:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Good WeekThis week has the potential to be a really good week. Tiffany is here this week, and while I have to work, it's only in the mornings so I have the rest of the day to hang with her. So far we haven't done anything overly exciting...except last night we went to a VanHalen concert which was totally awesome. I think on Thursday we're gonna go see The Village. We'll probably end up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/109150348087678411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=109150348087678411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/109150348087678411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/109150348087678411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/08/good-week-this-week-has-potential-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-109038513525497288</id><published>2004-07-20T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:48:00.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun Stuff  I got a job this week. Well I'm 99% sure that I got a job. I'm suppose to call tomorrow and make sure that everything is set. I'm gonna be the receptionist for the Nickerson's company. I've been cleaning my house for money for like 3-4 years and I hate cleaning with a passion. I mean I've appreciated the job and the money that it provided...but let's just say cleaning isn't where I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/109038513525497288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=109038513525497288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/109038513525497288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/109038513525497288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/07/fun-stuff-i-got-job-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108967686573411721</id><published>2004-07-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T17:01:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A "Productive" Day OffToday is my day off. I decided early on to take total advantage of it because I have to work 9-2:30 pretty much every other day this week. Saturday my dad installed the air conditioner in my room (Thanks soooo much!!!) so I woke up to a nice cool room this morning at 10:15. Then after sitting around chatting with my mom I went to get us some Wendy's for breakfast/lunch. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108967686573411721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108967686573411721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108967686573411721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108967686573411721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/07/productive-day-off-today-is-my-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108934551393758561</id><published>2004-07-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T17:02:11.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Very Good DayThis past week hasn't been the best ever in my life. A lot of personal things have happened that pretty much sucked. However today was a day that definitely lifted my spirits a bit. First of all I got to go shopping! And what girl doesn't love to shop?? There is this massive sale going on at Express and my mom had a bunch of stuff to return so we went there. Because her returns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108934551393758561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108934551393758561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108934551393758561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108934551393758561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/07/very-good-day-this-past-week-hasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108915271087750491</id><published>2004-07-06T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T17:02:41.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh The Problems That I HaveSometimes I think my life is very trivial. Or rather the things that I think are huge issues are in fact not so huge at all. I'm not talking the occasional fashion crisis that I get ( which actually are rather irritating especially when they are before youth or something of that sort.). I'm talking about the things that happen in my life that end up making my day the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108915271087750491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108915271087750491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108915271087750491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108915271087750491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/07/oh-problems-that-i-have-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108908983328549697</id><published>2004-07-05T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:57:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FrustrationAlright so I'm starting to get really frustrated with Blogger. Every time I try to sign in it says that my password is wrong so I change it, sign in, and the next time I try it's says that it's wrong again! GRRRR!!! Other then that life is going pretty good. Obviously yesterday was the fourth of July, and I had a really good one. I had a BBQ with my family, and Josh and Michael. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108908983328549697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108908983328549697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108908983328549697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108908983328549697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/07/frustration-alright-so-im-starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108658554554718950</id><published>2004-06-06T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T22:19:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So ExcitedI'm going to a Jason Mraz concert tomorrow and as I indicated in my title I'm so excited!!! This guy is one of the most talented singers I think I've ever heard and it's pretty sureal that I get to see him TOMORROW! I'm going with my two best friends Erika and Michael so I'm sure that it's going to be tons of fun. It's kinda sad because Michael's ticket isn't in the same section as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108658554554718950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108658554554718950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108658554554718950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108658554554718950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-excited-im-going-to-jason-mraz.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108439907799259015</id><published>2004-05-12T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:57:57.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fresh AirI'm so freakin excited about the new things going on at youth. Roger and Rachel are going to be our new youth pastors and they are so fired up for this coming year. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous about what our ministry was gonna do when Rick left, but I have no doubt that this is gonna be an awesome God thing. It's weird because they didn't really give any details about what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108439907799259015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108439907799259015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108439907799259015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108439907799259015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/05/fresh-air-im-so-freakin-excited-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108208580373238238</id><published>2004-04-15T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:27:16.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CANCUN!!!Ok so Saturday I'm going to Cancun but tomorrow I'm going to Erika's house so it's kinda like my vacation is starting tomorrow and I'm so totally psyched about it! I've gotten all these new cute clothes and shoes and bags and makeup and everything. I know it's gonna be such a blast!!! It's really nice because due to recent events in my life I'm in desperate need to just get away. I need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108208580373238238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108208580373238238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108208580373238238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108208580373238238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/04/cancun-ok-so-saturday-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108105602223134434</id><published>2004-04-03T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T21:27:42.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird PlaceOk for like the last two months I've been in the weirdest place in my life. I swear I'm going through some kind of schizophrenia or something. Ok actually it's probably just part of growing up and learning to trust God and stuff but here let me explain. I feel like I really am sick of being a teenager and I'm totally sick of where I'm at in my life. It's not that I wish I had gotten </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108105602223134434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108105602223134434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108105602223134434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108105602223134434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/04/weird-place-ok-for-like-last-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108025351620843317</id><published>2004-03-25T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:28:40.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Simple JoysSitting here reading Erika's blog really made me think about how much fun it is to get joy out of the simple stupid things in life. I think it's totally important to focus on the good little things that happen through out your day instead of always waiting for something big to happen in your life to cause you to have joy. It's interesting how much easier it is to focus on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108025351620843317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108025351620843317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108025351620843317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108025351620843317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/03/simple-joys-sitting-here-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-108016216965597395</id><published>2004-03-24T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T13:06:12.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RefreshedThis one is going to be pretty quick because my soap opera is coming on in like four minutes! Anyway, I just love it when you go through something difficult in your life and you come out feeling totally refreshed and liberated. Like in the bible when it talks about being refined by the God's flame or whatever...yeah I don't know the exact wording but I know it says that in there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/108016216965597395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=108016216965597395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108016216965597395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/108016216965597395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/03/refreshed-this-one-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-107749240069606933</id><published>2004-02-22T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T15:29:22.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tough Questions for MeThis past week I've been thinking a lot about my life and what I want to do with it. Perhaps that's because I turned 17 this week which totally reminded me that in a year I'll be 18, be graduating from highschool and starting a new "era" of my life. That kinda freaks me out because there is so much I want to do, but I have no idea when I'm gonna do all of it. And I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/107749240069606933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=107749240069606933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107749240069606933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107749240069606933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/02/tough-questions-for-me-this-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-107645590771579580</id><published>2004-02-10T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:36:17.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not so BraveOk so I had to get these moles taken off today. I didn't think it was gonna be a big deal since the spots would be numb and I wouldn't feel much. For the most part I was totally right, blood and stuff doesn't bother me so even while my blood was running down my neck and I could totally feel it I wasn't bothered at all. Then I stood up and got all light headed and almost fainted. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/107645590771579580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=107645590771579580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107645590771579580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107645590771579580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/02/not-so-brave-ok-so-i-had-to-get-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-107621867818699158</id><published>2004-02-07T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T21:40:20.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HmmmmI have officially decided that when I actually just relax about God everything works out for the best. Lately I've been kinda struggling about what I'm suppose to do with my life and where God wants me. It's all been rather exhausting and it's been leaving me with a total sense of helplessness. Then I go to SHOC and I'm kinda nervous about it since Michael is taking a break and I'm not sure</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/107621867818699158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=107621867818699158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107621867818699158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107621867818699158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/02/hmmmm-i-have-officially-decided-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-107535559760621715</id><published>2004-01-28T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:55:26.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something Interesting to Think AboutOk this week I went to a bible study with my cousin Heather. It was this small group, not more then ten people, and I think most of them were like in their twenties. It was like such a fun time for me because I love hearing what other people think about bible issues and there were some really good discussions going on. But the one thing that really stuck out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/107535559760621715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=107535559760621715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107535559760621715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107535559760621715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/01/something-interesting-to-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-107466349033963929</id><published>2004-01-20T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:41:40.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Beginnings Life has been going so great lately! I really think that it is a God thing. I mean last year toward the end wasn't going that great in my life. I think it's because I was fighting God on somethings that I knew I had to "fix". I suppose I was just being stubborn or something. Well I finally let go and got things right between some people and between myself and things. Ok maybe that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/107466349033963929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=107466349033963929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107466349033963929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107466349033963929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-beginnings-life-has-been-going-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-107060297092960087</id><published>2003-12-04T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T21:43:47.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Wow I haven't written in forever!Ok so one of my dear friends reminded me that I haven't written on this blog in a really long time! I think it's because I've been so busy or something but I will try to do better. I think that I was thinking no one ever reads it, but apparently someone does. My life has been really busy lately but I think it's a good thing. My family went to Vail for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/107060297092960087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=107060297092960087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107060297092960087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/107060297092960087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/12/wow-i-havent-written-in-forever-ok-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-106193624158355146</id><published>2003-08-26T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T15:17:47.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cancun!!Finally!!! Ok so my parents have FINALLY decided to take me to Cancun with them, and we're leaving in about a week and a half!!! Oh my goodness I am so excited about it!! My aunt Lana, uncle Steve, and cousin Heather are all coming with us. Heather is twenty-four I think, and is gonna share a room with me. It's a junior suite and should be really nice!! I can't wait! I got these new cute</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/106193624158355146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=106193624158355146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/106193624158355146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/106193624158355146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/08/cancun-finally-ok-so-my-parents-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-106098327778859289</id><published>2003-08-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T14:34:35.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God StuffI haven't written in a really long time! Sorry about that! I guess life has just been too busy so I haven't had time! Summer is almost over, I can't believe how fast time flies!! So yeah I'll be starting school within the next couple of weeks. I'm definately not looking forward to it, but at the same time I'm not totally dreading it either. I guess I've just come to terms with the fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/106098327778859289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=106098327778859289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/106098327778859289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/106098327778859289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/08/god-stuff-i-havent-written-in-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-94884653</id><published>2003-05-25T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T22:07:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This WeekendThis weekend was pretty good, but kinda sad at the same time. Friday was Brent's dad's memorial service. It was really good, and it was more a celebration of his life, rather then everyone being sad about him being dead. Then I spent the night at a friends house with like 7 other girls. It was soooo much fun. It's very interesting to see what girls will do at one o'clock in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/94884653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=94884653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/94884653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/94884653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/05/this-weekend-this-weekend-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-93844025</id><published>2003-05-05T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T22:11:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Total ExcitmentOk, so this weekend I was totally excited! The last payment for our missions trip was due on Saturday and I have been stressing a little about it. I mean I knew that God was gonna come through for me, He always does, but I was like, " Ok God, come on, any time now!"  Anyway, I had the $80 coming from the King's and that was all that I knew of. So on Saturday my dad went to check </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/93844025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=93844025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/93844025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/93844025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/05/total-excitment-ok-so-this-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-93027499</id><published>2003-04-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T21:53:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Is So AwesomeGod is soo awesome! I'm going on a missions trip this summer with my youth group. We are going to Costa Rica and are going to minister to the people through drama and serving and stuff like that. Anyway we have to raise like $1500 to go. Our last payment is due the first week of May and it's like $324 dollars or something. So I've been really trusting in God to bring the money </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/93027499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=93027499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/93027499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/93027499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/04/god-is-so-awesome-god-is-soo-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-92440964</id><published>2003-04-11T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T11:02:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cancun Here I Come...MaybeOh my gosh, oh my gosh!!! My friend Erika, and her family are going to Cancun next month and they invited me to go with them! Actually they invited me like a couple months ago, and my parents said no, but then today I asked my mom again, and she said, "Well, you'll have to talk to your dad, but I don't care." This is sooo exciting!!! It would be soooo much fun! I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/92440964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=92440964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/92440964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/92440964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/04/cancun-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-91939178</id><published>2003-04-03T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T13:50:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life in GeneralThis week my parents are going to Cancun for a week. They are going with our pastor from church, and his wife, Joe and Teri. They have gone before but as you may have already figured out, never take me! What's up with that?? Anyway, so this week I'm staying with one of my best friends Erika. I think that it's going to be a lot of fun! Her birthday is Wednesday and her party is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/91939178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=91939178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/91939178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/91939178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/04/life-in-general-this-week-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-89681111</id><published>2003-02-24T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T17:49:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WorshipThis last weekend has been so great! I guess the reason is that I started playing keys for our worship team. It was so exciting. I guess I should start at the beginning. My dad has been talking to me for a really long time about playing keys for the team. At the time we already had a keys player but her heart wasn't really into it anymore. I really didn't want to play because I hate being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/89681111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=89681111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/89681111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/89681111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2003/02/worship-this-last-weekend-has-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-84927679</id><published>2002-11-22T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T07:57:50.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DavidI am so glad that David is back at the youth group. He is such an awesome guy and I'm really blessed with his coming back. I don't know what it is about him, but he inspires me so much. Even after all that happened this summer, when he was talking about spending all that time with God, it made me want to do the same thing. What is it about some people that make you want to go deeper with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/84927679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=84927679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/84927679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/84927679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/11/david-i-am-so-glad-that-david-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-84927365</id><published>2002-11-22T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T07:50:48.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Big MouthSo I have been e-mailing this guy who lives in Missouri. He is one of Stephanie's friends. Anyway, there is this big thing going on between them, way to long of a story, and I asked Nick if I could give him my opinon on it. He said I could, and I just did. Now I'm really worried that I'm going to offend him or somthing because I was really honest about what I thought that he should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/84927365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=84927365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/84927365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/84927365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/11/my-big-mouth-so-i-have-been-e-mailing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-84027471</id><published>2002-11-04T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T15:10:33.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting NewsThe other day, my dad and I were at a restaurtant. The waitress was putting this thing on my dad and told me tell him that he was cute. I was like, "  You look cute dad." And then she asked me how old I was. Come to find out that she thought I was 25 and that my dad was my boyfriend. Talk about disturbing!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/84027471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=84027471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/84027471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/84027471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/11/interesting-news-other-day-my-dad-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-83420448</id><published>2002-10-23T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T13:00:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vivien LeighMy youth group is having this thing called a dear celebrity bash on Saturday. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm going as Scarlett O'Hara and get to wear this really pretty dress. It looks like an 1800's dress and has a really big hoop slip and everything. I'm so dang excited about it!! So anyway, I'll probably write about how it goes!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/83420448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=83420448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/83420448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/83420448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/10/vivien-leigh-my-youth-group-is-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-83134606</id><published>2002-10-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T15:06:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesI took out the "smells" entry because it came to my attention that certain people might have access to this in a short amount of time. And frankly there are certain things that I wouldn't want anyone to read, so um yeah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/83134606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=83134606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/83134606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/83134606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/10/changes-i-took-out-smells-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-82709517</id><published>2002-10-08T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T15:32:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHOCFriday night was a thing called SHOC. It's this worship and prayer night that my youth group does once a month. This last one was by far the best SHOC ever. We did a little bit of worship and then all gathered together to pray for each other. It was amazing. People were getting words for each other and telling each other how much we all mean to each other. It was starting to get late and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/82709517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=82709517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/82709517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/82709517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/10/shoc-friday-night-was-thing-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-82709276</id><published>2002-10-08T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T15:18:01.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Great WeekendThis last weekend was really great. Two families and my own went and had a "fun day". I was really fun! ;) Anyway, we went to the mall and to Joy Rides. Joy Rides was by far the funniest of all. We went gocarting and it was so cool. I had a semi-fast car. It was probably 3rd or 4th fastest. The best part was trying not to let Pastor Joe or Michael pass me. That was so stinkin fun. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/82709276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=82709276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/82709276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/82709276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/10/great-weekend-this-last-weekend-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-82708458</id><published>2002-10-08T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T14:59:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Prince CharmingOnce  apon a time there was a prince. His name was Charming, aka Adam. I met him about three or four weeks ago and we really hit it off. Not in a romantic way but totally in a friend kinda way. Last week when he was about to leave the church he gave Nat and Hay a hug but not me. I was like oh I see how it is and he kinda smiled and explained that the reason he didn't give me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/82708458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=82708458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/82708458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/82708458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/10/prince-charming-once-apon-time-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-81929585</id><published>2002-09-21T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T16:39:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JerksWhy are guys such jerks? I mean I was having such a great day and everything was going fine and then hello Mr. Jerk!!! I mean what the heck I wasn't even doing anything and then he tells me to go away and that no one wants to look at me when I'm me. I mean I didn't do anything to him! So why did he have to say that. And why do I always have to let him get to me. I'm at youth and now all I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/81929585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=81929585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81929585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81929585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/09/jerks-why-are-guys-such-jerks-i-mean-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-81919608</id><published>2002-09-21T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T11:02:15.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff to Think AboutDo you ever have the feeling that everyone is moving in one direction and no matter what you do you just can't go that way? That is so where I am right now. I mean all these people seem to be getting closer and closer to God and no matter what I do I keep falling away. I mean don't get me wrong, at SHOC I had a total God experiance and everytime at worship I get totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/81919608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=81919608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81919608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81919608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/09/stuff-to-think-about-do-you-ever-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-81787570</id><published>2002-09-18T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T13:29:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Total ExcitmentSo today was the most exciting day of my life! I got to do school all day.(cough) Anyway, I just finished writing a report on Edgar Allen Poe. Man, what a weirdo! Yeah, anyway, Nat, your blog site does look pretty cool! I like it a lot. It's raining outside! Yeah! I love it when it rains! Makes me all happy inside. But I got to go finish my math! Ode to Joy...(thought you would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/81787570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=81787570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81787570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81787570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/09/total-excitment-so-today-was-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-81656648</id><published>2002-09-15T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T21:11:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Color ConfusionMajor confusion is taking over my brain! I was trying to change the color of my template, but it wasn't working so great, so know I just changed my template all together. It might be different tomorrow. Who knows? After all I'm an emotional teen and we all know how often us teenaged girls change our minds about everything!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/81656648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=81656648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81656648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81656648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/09/color-confusion-major-confusion-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-81654183</id><published>2002-09-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T21:07:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trend SetterWow, I really feel like a trend setter!! I mean I get a blogger thing and then one of my best friends sees it and thinks it's cool so she has one too! But Nat really now, you should change your template cuz you don't want to be exactly like me know do ya?? ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/81654183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=81654183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81654183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81654183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/09/trend-setter-wow-i-really-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-81653926</id><published>2002-09-15T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T21:13:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ExplinationI thought that this would be a good time to explain the "Pippin's girl" thing. Ok, so most of you have probably seen Lord of the Rings, but if you haven't, Peregrin Took, better known as Pippin, is one of the hobbits. To make a long story short, I'm totally in love with that hobbit so yeah, there you go! I know that I sound like a freak, but that's ok, cuz I kinda am! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/81653926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=81653926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81653926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81653926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/09/explination-i-thought-that-this-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-81605776</id><published>2002-09-14T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T21:15:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Common StupiditySo I feel really stupid because I was sitting here for like 45 minutes trying to figure out how to change the title on my page. I asked my dad for help and found out , wow this is really easy! So I guess I'm just very computer dumb! Oh well!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/81605776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=81605776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81605776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81605776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/09/common-stupidity-so-i-feel-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781846.post-81601772</id><published>2002-09-14T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T21:16:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WowSo yeah, I really don't know what I'm doing! My dad keeps raving about how cool blogger is so I thought that I would try it out. So far it has been pretty fun but I'm still trying to figure some of it out!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/feeds/81601772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3781846&amp;postID=81601772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81601772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3781846/posts/default/81601772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippins_girl.blogspot.com/2002/09/wow-so-yeah-i-really-dont-know-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06958854150939652380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
