<?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-6140993194850122610</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:04:22.936-07:00</updated><category term='9/11'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='horse'/><category term='agriculture'/><category term='babies'/><category term='FUCK'/><category term='FUCK YOU'/><category term='august'/><category term='procastination'/><category term='body kits'/><category term='cons'/><category term='mike'/><category term='i&apos;m stupid'/><category term='horse training'/><category term='random'/><category term='deployment'/><category term='Bailey'/><category term='pros'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='school'/><category term='veteran&apos;s day'/><category term='life'/><category term='parents'/><category term='for tomorrow'/><category term='amusing'/><category term='dear john'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='john deployment'/><category term='chaffin farms'/><category term='crocheting'/><category term='john'/><category term='att'/><category term='love'/><category term='questions'/><category term='afghanistan'/><category term='just fine'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Keep Calm, Carry On.</title><subtitle type='html'>“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” - Maria Robinson</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7296546826868720317</id><published>2010-04-12T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:52:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was the new blog:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meagandgibson.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://meagandgibson.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7296546826868720317?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7296546826868720317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blogd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7296546826868720317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7296546826868720317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blogd.html' title='NEW BLOG:D'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-8488741852999386609</id><published>2010-04-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:32:32.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>April, what a turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I didn't really begin this blog until August of last year. And if none of you really caught on, last year is a complete contrast to this year. John and I were together of course. Our one year would've been April 3rd, three days ago. And now I'm married to someone completely different. I was in my second semester of college..yeah I has serious senioritis at the time too. I still had my Toyota truck, haha. Things are so entirely different it's weird. I don't even hang out with the same people I did before. It's amazing how much life can change in such a short amount of time. And it never ceases to amaze me. I assume it's because it's entirely so easy to be accustomed to a certain thing and when it changes, it's like "wow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So..Hunt will be here on Thursday night to Sunday night. I haven't seen him since March 21st. Feels like forever. Everything is going well. He has received his orders so it is official, we will be heading to Italy on August 30th. That's his report date. I'm still finishing up school and really need to work on my Pharmacy Tech stuff from Penn Foster. I procrastinate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we gave Bailey away last week as it just didn't suit our time line of events to come up. She went to an excellent ranching family. Also came to find that she was not an Aussie. But a Catahoula. I received an email the other day about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Meagan &lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know: Bailey is a joy. She is so smart and fitting in quite well. My kids just adore her. She is already learning to go outside to 'go' and has only had a couple accidents in the house. She knows sit, lay down, and we are working on 'roll over'. She'll do anything for a treat and on &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270572096_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; she had a blast running and playing with all the kids. Thank you for giving her to us and know she has gotten a good home where she is loved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks again,&lt;br /&gt;Rachel"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I knew from the beginning she would be a good dog. I'm glad she went to such a good home. Hunt and I have decided to wait until the end of next year to acquire a family pet. Then we can get the one we really do want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note..really weird, and it's been like this for awhile..ever have the baby lust? Where you just see a baby and you're like "DAMN I want one"? YEAH. Full-blown right now. It's been a frequent topic of discussion lately. And I really want that book &lt;i&gt;What To Expect When You're Expecting&lt;/i&gt;. It's a somewhat difficult thing to deal with..but anyways. I wanna baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my official last day of work. I am no longer an employee at Evergreen. Healthcare. Our company was taken over anyhow by Citrus Wellness on the 1st of April. I would've lost my job regardless but they seem like a good company. Smaller than Evergreen though. I'm hoping they'll do some serious remodeling of the building cause it's pretty ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like I have a lot of things on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-8488741852999386609?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8488741852999386609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-what-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8488741852999386609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8488741852999386609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-what-turn.html' title='April, what a turn.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7013852603080387008</id><published>2010-03-31T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:02:17.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Juuuuuune.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, it seems I have not posted in awhile. I need to change a few things on here haha, seeing as my last name isn't Vallie. It's Gibson. I shall fix that after my post. So..in summation, yeah, I got married(: yay. I got a puppy the other day, Bailey. I've got myself going back to the gym. Quit my job. Still going to school however. Blehhh. I wanna be with my husband. Anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's Bailey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S7Nwbs68z4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/02sIRYfB8zQ/s1600/27100_1313966929850_1250997364_30767269_5252400_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S7Nwbs68z4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/02sIRYfB8zQ/s320/27100_1313966929850_1250997364_30767269_5252400_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bailey I picked up on Sunday. She's an Aussie mix, about three months old. Total fur ball. Poor dog was just dumped in some neighbors yard. The lack of considerence from owners nowadays is strictly appalling. How can you just dump a puppy? Get a life right? Anyways, she's got her first puppy shots. And I've got an appointment to spay her at the end of the month. She's going to be upset. I feel like she needs a bandana. Other than that Hunt and&amp;nbsp; I are searching for a home with acreage in Northern CA. And it looks like our orders to Italy are near set. Excitement!(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7013852603080387008?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7013852603080387008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/03/juuuuuune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7013852603080387008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7013852603080387008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/03/juuuuuune.html' title='Juuuuuune.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S7Nwbs68z4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/02sIRYfB8zQ/s72-c/27100_1313966929850_1250997364_30767269_5252400_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-8212505523099331691</id><published>2010-03-13T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:35:53.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Saturday and work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tomorrow I leave for San Diego(: yay! I've got work today until four and then work tomorrow until noon. My flight leaves at 2:25. I'm stuck in San Fran for three hours and then on my way to San Diego..which I supposed to arrive at 7:40. Then tomorrow's the big day. This is going to be an interesting week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to work on my homework this week for my Child Development, California Geography and Pharmacy Tech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-8212505523099331691?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8212505523099331691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-and-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8212505523099331691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8212505523099331691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-and-work.html' title='Saturday and work.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7551957312783912729</id><published>2010-03-11T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:31:36.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I just don't know right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of all the things I've put up with in my life I quite honestly can't tell you why I'm putting up with this. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I truly love and want to be with Hunt. Actually..that is why I'm dealing with this..because I do love him..more than he probably can fathom and understand. This past week has been the most stressful I have ever faced and it's making me physically sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did I do to deserve this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not a bad person and when I begin to judge someone it surely is not based on their beliefs but on their character as a person. And I feel like I'm being judged for something I surely did not do. In fact, I didn't do anything at all other than stick up for my beliefs and what I presume is the belief of the person I care about. And what do I get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"How dare you try to tell me about my son as if I don't know anything about him."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Nowhere in what I had wrote had I told her that she doesn't know anything about her son. I look at that statement and think this: defense tactic to make me feel wrong. &lt;b&gt;I'm not wrong.&lt;/b&gt; I know what is right and what is wrong and I was raised by the right parents to ALWAYS stand by what I feel is the correct and right decision for me. When you decide to marry someone you are faced with that fact that after you say "I do," it is no longer about you. I becomes we, me becomes us. You can no longer allow yourself the "selfish" thoughts of an individual but now must have the collective mind of a spouse deciding what is right for the both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just don't know what is right, what is wrong?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I know baby, but I do. Lying isn't right. It's a clear disrespect. One lie can evolve so easily into several that it's devistating. I've always been a say it how it is, stick to my guns type of girl and I will never change that. I will never cow down to someone to make them "feel" better. I will also stay on that path of right and wrong and live by it because I know in my heart that if I don't, I will only be preparing myself for so much hurt. I can't deal with stress right now in my current situation, I have a job, I have school and I have a social life. When I'm stressed it shows in my actions. I'm more often having to snap back into reality because I'm thinking so much it can be taken as I'm daydreaming when I'm not. I'm just trying to understand how a set of parents, who claim divine right, can be so selfish in their thinking to believe that they honestly know what is best for their son when they haven't even given me the time of day to prove that I am right. But at this point in my thinking I know..I will never be right for him in their eyes. They will always hate me. They will always blame me. They will lie about me. They will twist things about me. They will make me the bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I can't do a damn thing about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do I say? This isn't me. I am not those things but I have nothing to prove to a selfish couple. I know who I am. My family knows who I am. And I know, you know who I am. I told you after yesterday that we would no longer talk about this, and we wont. This is me venting, instead of to you, but to the whole world. After Tuesday I could see what was happening. Our conversations were being consumed by our situation. I was crying. I was so brutally hurt by what had happened that I couldn't even stop myself from thinking about it. Your family will never like me and after yesterday, after right now, I don't care. But I will not let our conversations become &lt;b&gt;them&lt;/b&gt; when our lives are about &lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt; and the family we will later have. I've already taken what I feel is the correct route to avoid an improper situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We wont talk about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Facebook information, along with my MySpace information is set to "friends only."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I'm provoked, I will not react.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I am written, or spoken to, I will not respond.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've done those things. That's really all I can do. I will continue to tell you however that I love you, I care about you. It's unconditional and no matter what I will be by your side. This is our life to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I will be happy with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7551957312783912729?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7551957312783912729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-dont-know-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7551957312783912729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7551957312783912729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-dont-know-right-now.html' title='I just don&apos;t know right now.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-506815099380761533</id><published>2010-03-08T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:21:02.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Monday, March 8, 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So..in one week I will be married. Holy Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YAY(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think I did good on my California Geography test. I should've studied more. And I still have to do two projectsD: I also need to do my Child Development work. I hate homework, really. I'm hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spring Break..hurry up. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-506815099380761533?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/506815099380761533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-march-8-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/506815099380761533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/506815099380761533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-march-8-2010.html' title='Monday, March 8, 2010.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7303973582688336004</id><published>2010-02-24T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:03:03.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It needs to be Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Might I mention..that I'm not a very patient person when it comes to certain things but DAMN it needs to be 11:57pm on Friday right now! I still haven't wrote my paper for Child Development..actually worse off, I don't even know what it's supposed to be about. I need to work on my Pharmacy Tech stuff..ugh, I feel I'm getting lazy. I'll do it tonight. I can't wait to finally be done with all this. I can't wait till Italy(: it's going to be amazing. I also need to work out..I have to work tomorrow:/ I don't want to! But in order to have Saturday and Sunday off..I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAME&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7303973582688336004?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7303973582688336004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-needs-to-be-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7303973582688336004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7303973582688336004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-needs-to-be-friday.html' title='It needs to be Friday.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3662345103654986486</id><published>2010-02-22T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:44:43.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agriculture'/><title type='text'>On the subject of this: agriculture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So of my many classes I am taking right now, my Feeds and Feeding class is of course my favorite. Being that it pertains to the job I'd like to have and because it talks about more than just the feeding of animals but the economics of agriculture. As everyone knows, the US employment is significantly higher than it has been in years..and they're calling this "recession" far worse than The Great Depression. And without pointing the blame at anyone, it is clear that change is needed but as far as I am concerned, not in the way we have been receiving it. The current unemployment rate for January 2010 is 9.7% at the national level (Source:&amp;nbsp;http://www.dol.gov/). Now about three years ago the unemployment rate taken in January 2007 was 4.6% (Source:&amp;nbsp;http://www.bls.gov/opub/ted/2007/feb/wk1/art02.htm). Living in California is fairly rough right now as we are one of the harder hit states in the nation. Our current unemployment rate sits at 12.4% (Source:&amp;nbsp;http://www.bls.gov/web/laumstrk.htm).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a well known fact (and I don't have to even source this), that the US Ag Industry is HUGE. And California itself has the largest and most diverse industry in the nation. Yet, we are suffering. Our dairy industry is in the toilet..why? Because we have too many small time dairy farms. Sadly, many of these farmers are suffering immensely. But what is the solution? To do away with it? Maybe, maybe not. Not to mention recent proposition enactments have also put a major set back on our industry. Namely Proposition 2. The ignorance of our nation's people and our state's people astounds me but also the lack of proper leadership is sad. Media is a tool today that can be used to influence an ill-knowledged mind. Today's world has drifted away from agriculture in favor of other jobs. Most hear the word agriculture and automatically begin to think about farms and ranches by that is simply not always the case. There are a wide-range of ag and ag related jobs in this vast nation. Of a 22 million people employed industry less than 10% are actually farmers or ranchers. I was once asked this "Why do you wanna be a ag teacher? All you do is teach kids to be farmers." Not only is this a display of ignorance..it's an irritating thing to say. It is true that some ag taught students will lead their lives as farmers/ranchers but it is not a limiting industry. There is a call for researchers especially in crop management. People making $100k+ a year on just researching how to make our food safer, more efficient..just better. Then there are educators, human resource&amp;nbsp;personnel, manufacturing companies, analysts. Ag is a book of endless possibilities where you can virtually be anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet we have officials in Washington DC who think that we should do away with most or all ag production and give it to other countries. Can you imagine the job loss? It is true that in our current time less than 3% of our nation's population is employed in ag, compared to that of the more than 60% 100 years ago but it is a profitable and key part of not only the United State's income but many states as well. California namely would suffer greater than any other region. And with continued unfair regulation..it will only grow worse.&amp;nbsp;Proposition&amp;nbsp;2 in itself was a joke, a ploy to sway a population by false media advertising. And in result, egg prices have raised and it has had a more than direct effect on the dairy industry. It is hard to combat a false message when the opposing side is poorly funded. Most of the supporting side funds came from the Human Society of the United States.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What people don't understand about proposition two is these few things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caging your chickens is not wrong. In fact it's almost necessary. Uncaged chickens are more&amp;nbsp;susceptible&amp;nbsp;to attack by not only predators but other chickens. And you have never seen either of those you cannot understand how brutal it can be and how uneconomically effective it is on the producer. In direct result you have a loss in production.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The proposition imposes more regulation (like we need any more) on farmers raising livestock which in turn costs more many to the producer and hikes food prices for the consumer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Veil crates are virtually&amp;nbsp;nonexistent&amp;nbsp;in California.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The gestation crate in pigs are also practically&amp;nbsp;nonexistent&amp;nbsp;in California and the only thing that is closely related are pharrowing crates which the sow is placed in no more than a week before birth and it reduces the chance of harm to not only the sow but her baby piglets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are becoming a nation of stupid people and our media is souring it more. But at the same time we have a lack of real leaders as well. Change is needed but not in the way I have seen. Doing away with agriculture and &amp;nbsp;imposing more regulation when we have enough as is will only kill this industry more and in turn will fuel a higher unemployment rate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3662345103654986486?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3662345103654986486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-subject-of-this-agriculture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3662345103654986486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3662345103654986486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-subject-of-this-agriculture.html' title='On the subject of this: agriculture.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2722081479111603133</id><published>2010-02-18T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:17:39.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would just like to remark that it is gorgeous outside(: a perfect day to go running with my dog. Then maybe tomorrow take Modoc out on the trailers with Dakota. I can't wait till July! I'm so excited. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note:/ I hate homework haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I'm on coffee:DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2722081479111603133?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2722081479111603133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2722081479111603133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2722081479111603133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-6482053752275834775</id><published>2010-02-17T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:11:36.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Today is wonderful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really gotta stop forgetting to blog. But how do you remember to do something you regularly forget? Haha. Anyhow, I'm stuck at school until 3:30 and it's only 12 right now:/ NOT COOL! I must say though..I am happy about my classes. So..I assume I should give a total run down of everything? Would probably be a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So in the process of the last two weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meagan has a wonderful boyfriend (in the Navy) who makes her happy(: aww&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's going to two schools, Butte College (with her five classes) and Penn Foster (with her Pharmacy Tech school)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If all goes well with Hunt (boyfriend) she will be moving to Italy possibly in July with him (yay). This is likely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her car has been fixed! YES(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She planted a multitude of seeds the other day for flowers and vegetables&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought a new computer desk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;STILL WANTS AN iPHONE DAMN:/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is for once--and it seems like forever ago--very happy with her life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hunt bought her flowers(: and a pretty sapphire necklace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She went trail riding for the first time EVER:DDD and it was AMAZING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acquired&amp;nbsp;a second job with her bestest buddy Cecily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now..this I need to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Water plants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Study Penn Foster work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Type up all school notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Schedule to view The Victorian Rose of Biggs with Hunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pick out dresses and shoes, etc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUY A GOLDFISH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Clean car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wash dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buy that dang ring(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMS0yVsII/AAAAAAAAAD4/p8SWk2zx8z4/s1600-h/flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMS0yVsII/AAAAAAAAAD4/p8SWk2zx8z4/s320/flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers from Hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMZuebbnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OjuD3LXdLNk/s1600-h/maddie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMZuebbnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OjuD3LXdLNk/s320/maddie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New picture of Maddie..she needs a bath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMg_m5PJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Wcs2KXfkadA/s1600-h/mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMg_m5PJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Wcs2KXfkadA/s320/mo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Modoc, 12-year-old previous BLM Mustang, Palomino, 14.2 hands. My trail horse now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMrJdSm8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b-LuNPpCOrk/s1600-h/oro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMrJdSm8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b-LuNPpCOrk/s320/oro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Oroville trails while riding Modoc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xM6J0F7VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0I0G2vk-1D8/s1600-h/untitled+(8).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xM6J0F7VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0I0G2vk-1D8/s320/untitled+(8).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Silly Hunt(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-6482053752275834775?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6482053752275834775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6482053752275834775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6482053752275834775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-wednesday.html' title='Today is wonderful.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S3xMS0yVsII/AAAAAAAAAD4/p8SWk2zx8z4/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-8239057484433154821</id><published>2010-02-07T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:26:01.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><title type='text'>Superbowl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my Colts lost but I still love'm. There's always next year. Congratulations of the Saints first Superbowl appearance and win. On top of that..school tomorrow. Paper due Thursday. Geography homework on Wednesday. It's February. May is almost here..yay, 19. Then it'll be July. Yay, Cecily's wedding. Then August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My thoughts on August are still mixed. At first back in November I was angry. I think now I'm just sad. But at the same time..I really don't know what I feel. Maybe I should just let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-8239057484433154821?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8239057484433154821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8239057484433154821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8239057484433154821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl.html' title='Superbowl.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7513263539468975366</id><published>2010-01-20T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:55:32.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYPER.</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;COFFEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;YAY:DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7513263539468975366?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7513263539468975366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/01/hyper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7513263539468975366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7513263539468975366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/01/hyper.html' title='HYPER.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-4052730103224175834</id><published>2010-01-09T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:33:42.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-4052730103224175834?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4052730103224175834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4052730103224175834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4052730103224175834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-768464593581455867</id><published>2009-12-18T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:06:47.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>It's a week till Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohmygod(: I'm so excited. I can't waitttttt. Finished all my finals. Off for five weeks. Yeahhh(: this is great. Now back to the gym all winter break:/ maybe get some runnning in. I'ma lazy ass..I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-768464593581455867?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/768464593581455867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-week-till-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/768464593581455867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/768464593581455867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-week-till-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s a week till Christmas.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2745524423520598939</id><published>2009-12-13T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:51:28.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I really shouldn't care.</title><content type='html'>And I don't think I will. Be as you want. I'm not gunna be tolerable to your shit(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2745524423520598939?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2745524423520598939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-shouldnt-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2745524423520598939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2745524423520598939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-shouldnt-care.html' title='I really shouldn&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-5272358342589978265</id><published>2009-12-12T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:50:32.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>It's December.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually..it's been December for about 12 days now. Anyhow, next semester I'm going to a new college. In fact..I may be getting a new job as well. For now it's looking like I only have to drive one day. Which works for me. Less gas I have to use. I've been thinking a lot lately about many things. It's beginning to get on my nerves as to how much I do think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's as simple as that. I need to hurry up and get my degree in Pharmacy Tech. That way I can move and buy the car I want. I want an iPhone damn it:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you be friends with your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-5272358342589978265?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5272358342589978265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5272358342589978265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5272358342589978265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-december.html' title='It&apos;s December.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7600158466608876765</id><published>2009-12-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:57:16.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Just thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think two months ago I could've ever quite thought things would be as they are. But I guess that's what they mean when they tell you to not plan too far ahead and to not think things are forever. Being with John made me realize a lot of things. Made me think about someone else for a change other than myself. But I suppose it didn't take till this new relationship to realize how rather young, forward and..selfish I can still be. It's only natural for humans to be selfish. Caring, understanding and unselfishness are not given qualities are not born. They are learned. I'm still learning as I found today. As much as I hope for a future with someone, I have to be reserved. Not only for their sake but for my own. I will admit..it's not so bad as I thought it would be. I've never been a fan of taking things day by day although the near eight months I spent with John should've taught me more. I spend a lot of my time thinking now..picking my words more carefully. And trying not to bring up certain topics. I don't know where boundaries are..and that's kinda scary to me. I'm only a person. I'm not perfect. And in fact..most of the time I don't know how to say the right thing..or grasp that I shouldn't have said anything at all. I can't blame my age..only my experience. Every mistake is a learning process..and I'm still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7600158466608876765?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7600158466608876765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7600158466608876765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7600158466608876765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-489193617814764394</id><published>2009-11-29T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:39:13.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing'/><title type='text'>Pfft..right.</title><content type='html'>Honey I'm not begging for you back. Wtfever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money = no money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-489193617814764394?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/489193617814764394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/pfftright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/489193617814764394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/489193617814764394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/pfftright.html' title='Pfft..right.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3347006728918354760</id><published>2009-11-28T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:44:37.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike'/><title type='text'>Navy.</title><content type='html'>Lemoore Naval Air Station is one hell of a four hour drive. But it was worth it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3347006728918354760?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3347006728918354760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/navy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3347006728918354760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3347006728918354760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/navy.html' title='Navy.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3209157872801945495</id><published>2009-11-26T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:30:21.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just fine'/><title type='text'>The butterflies fly away.</title><content type='html'>I guess you weren't so hard to get over after all. Misery's gone. You want your stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pick it up when you come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3209157872801945495?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3209157872801945495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/butterflies-fly-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3209157872801945495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3209157872801945495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/butterflies-fly-away.html' title='The butterflies fly away.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7948959757839180560</id><published>2009-11-25T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:21:58.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just fine'/><title type='text'>At this point.</title><content type='html'>Things are interesting now I suppose. Strange when you realize it was all never worth your time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandin' steers today.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh bitch(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7948959757839180560?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7948959757839180560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-this-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7948959757839180560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7948959757839180560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-this-point.html' title='At this point.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-4762328063847805521</id><published>2009-11-19T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:40:55.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye</title><content type='html'>I'm not blogging anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-4762328063847805521?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4762328063847805521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4762328063847805521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4762328063847805521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye.html' title='Bye'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-4566121197509089730</id><published>2009-11-18T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:32:49.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear john'/><title type='text'>Dear John.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To start,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry that yes, I want to be married to you. And I'm sorry that our point of views are not the same. I'm sorry you feel that everytime you get online I'm trying to poke at you with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's not my intention.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These last few weeks have probably been the most stressful weeks I have faced. I thought it was bad enough when you left back to North Carolina and deployed to Iraq. I was wrong. I think something I do need to understand is that we still need room to grow. Things I am certain of is that I wholeheartedly want to be with you. I always do. I know you think getting married next year is too early..well ok. I wont argue with you. And that's why I had nothing to say this morning. I will agree with you. But that's just not how I feel. I've been ready to settle down for a long time and I'm sorry I can't exactly say you are right. I just have a different opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But that doesn't change how I feel. I love you..and I will wait for you to be ready. Please know that. I do have some things I want to ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't spare my feelings. If you want to say something to me, say how it is, don't sugar coat it on my behalf because I'm your girlfriend and you love me. You're doing more harm than good. Be honest. Don't make promises you can't keep. You said a lot of things before you left to Iraq that were supposed to happen next year, that now, are likely to not. Just hope for the best. You've gotten better at that part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we have an argument..don't just get pissed off and leave the conversation. That doesn't solve a damn thing. It just makes it worse. It makes me think, gee, what else are you going to walk out on? Besides..I'm usually the one admitting I'm wrong. Even if there may be a time or two I definitely feel like I'm not. But I don't want to continue to argue and I just want you to say you love me and let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I want you to tell me things. I want you to call me more than you send me IMs. Phone calls mean more to me than talking to you via internet. And don't make the "I don't know what to talk about" excuse. So what if it's the same thing everyday. I could care less. Hearing your voice is what matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This entire letter is about honesty. And I think I've been very honest. I'm telling you how I feel, to the bone. I will wait for you to be ready. I will love you as I always have. Always will. I wanna be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You just come home to me. That's all I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you John always&amp;amp;&amp;amp;forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-4566121197509089730?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4566121197509089730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4566121197509089730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4566121197509089730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-john.html' title='Dear John.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-4339958970024310906</id><published>2009-11-18T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T05:15:19.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>I have nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know your opinion now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thank you for walking out on our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What else are you gunna walk out on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thank you for the bad day, I APPRECIATE IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah, I LOVE YOU TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-4339958970024310906?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4339958970024310906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-nothing-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4339958970024310906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4339958970024310906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='I have nothing to say.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7713237156453667672</id><published>2009-11-17T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:47:30.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>Fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't find it fair to just all of a sudden be yelled at by my own parents when I made a comment about something my mother was doing. You aren't suppose to put lighter fluid on an open flame. PERIOD. &lt;b&gt;You can cause an explosion.&lt;/b&gt; But no, instead I was just fully yelled at and called an idiot. FOR SAYING SOMETHING RELEVANT AND TRUE. I give up. When the lighter fluid explodes in your face, I will fucking say I told you fucking so. And I will come unglued if either my mom or dad calls me an idiot again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7713237156453667672?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7713237156453667672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7713237156453667672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7713237156453667672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/fine.html' title='Fine.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-511977998269688024</id><published>2009-11-17T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:46:45.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I'm tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I miss John. I'm tired. I have homework. I wanna sleep. It's almost December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-511977998269688024?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/511977998269688024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/511977998269688024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/511977998269688024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-4723910321452554403</id><published>2009-11-15T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:05:06.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear john'/><title type='text'>Tough.</title><content type='html'>I want to read this book, watch this movie but..I don't think I can bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810045894/info"&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810045894/info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-4723910321452554403?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4723910321452554403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/tough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4723910321452554403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4723910321452554403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/tough.html' title='Tough.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-6098616306361302699</id><published>2009-11-15T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:09:17.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kay.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product1%7C10101%7C10001%7C-1%7C990544708%7C15051%7C15051.15057.15108"&gt;http://www.kay.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product1|10101|10001|-1|990544708|15051|15051.15057.15108&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the one I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-6098616306361302699?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6098616306361302699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6098616306361302699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6098616306361302699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-one.html' title='This one.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-560547582881719207</id><published>2009-11-15T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:22:25.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I didn't ask you to tell me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because I didn't want to know. All I wanted to do was give you another option to consider, which you didn't even consider. I know I question a lot but when you talk about volunteering to redeploy, I don't know what else to do. I don't want you to. I want you to be home. But I feel you wanna be there. You worry about money too much. People who tend to worry about money a lot tend to also make excuses when making decisions..because of money. Why can't you just have faith in we'll be just fine? I can..&lt;br /&gt;Getting married next year isn't a bad idea..we can even do it in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-560547582881719207?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/560547582881719207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-didnt-ask-you-to-tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/560547582881719207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/560547582881719207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-didnt-ask-you-to-tell-me.html' title='I didn&apos;t ask you to tell me.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2771422770178447043</id><published>2009-11-14T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:51:32.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I've been thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this idea. Cec thought it could be an option..hopefully you wont shoot it down. Seeing as you're entirely sure you wanna marry me. You have to be open to the idea I suppose. And I don't think it's a bad one. I'm hopeful. All you have to do is listen..we need to have a serious discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2771422770178447043?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2771422770178447043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2771422770178447043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2771422770178447043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7536148646321172052</id><published>2009-11-13T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:39:31.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess I'm waiting two years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm compromising something I want most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope you feel "we" are ready in two years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7536148646321172052?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7536148646321172052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7536148646321172052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7536148646321172052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-give-up.html' title='I give up.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-9071707322131753931</id><published>2009-11-11T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:26:58.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veteran&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Veteran's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Veteran's Day. And I haven't heard from John. I saw my recruiter and Sgt. Nelson at the college. He was trying to convince me to climb the rock wall. I'm a sucker for heights. I told him bring it to my house and I will. I think he's going to Friday haha. I talked to Sgt. Morlang about John's pondering thoughts on volunteering to redeploy. He said be mean(: SGT. GAVE ME PERMISSION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of you John. Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-9071707322131753931?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/9071707322131753931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/9071707322131753931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/9071707322131753931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-5964720231316722377</id><published>2009-11-10T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:06:08.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess this is all I can say, "John you know I love you and support you in whatever you do. If you choose to volunteer for redeployment, I'll be behind you for 100%..but it sure would be nice to have that year with you." It's your choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-5964720231316722377?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5964720231316722377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5964720231316722377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5964720231316722377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe.html' title='Maybe.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3373848491774839516</id><published>2009-11-10T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:00:52.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Pros vs Cons. part two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently you mentioned volunteering to redeploy..and I quite honestly don't know what to say. It's almost like, there isn't anything to say. To me it could easily, quite easily, translate to me that you don't want to be home. I don't really understand..still don't. Why choose to be gone when you were just gone for an entire year? And for what?&lt;br /&gt;The Army should hardly play a role in our relationship yet it does. I feel like I'm fighting to be most important half the time. And the other half of the time..it doesn't matter. I've already lost that fight. I shouldn't have to compete for attention..I suppose it's not your fault. It's your job right? Comes with the job? You don't know how badly you upset/irritated me with that. "Comes with the job." Probably one of the crappiest things you could've said to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of the things we talked about, the things I hoped for seem to grow more and more distant as the day goes. From I might not be home for Christmas, to I might volunteer to redeploy, to next year you might not be able to move, to I might have an extension on my deployment..it doesn't stop does it? Empty things that were said when you said, "it's not gunna happen." And I said, "you don't know that." But no, you said it wouldn't happen. I knew better. I mean c'mon? I have a mom from the Army too. Friends. I know how this goes. Nothing's "promised."&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like you're just telling me a half-truth. Trying to keep me happy because you know these things upset me, but at least you would be being honest. What else gets pushed back? More us? I have a feeling it's never gunna end. And maybe it's my impatience..but still it's a fear, and it's there.&lt;br /&gt;I can see a lot of sorrys..and maybe next year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, he told her that he loved her, put a ring around her finger and promised her forever, together. Today, she smiled for the pictures..he was right there with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3373848491774839516?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3373848491774839516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/pros-vs-cons-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3373848491774839516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3373848491774839516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/pros-vs-cons-part-two.html' title='Pros vs Cons. part two.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3186399343262129126</id><published>2009-11-10T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:06:42.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Pros vs Cons. part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember back when you had to write persuasive essays and you had to make that damn list of pros and cons? And usually whichever side you took tended to have more pros (or cons if you chose that)? Then as you grew older the pro/con list became a part of life. Or should have. Where each situation should have been evaluated with a list of pros and cons. Wish I could say I utilize that method, but I don't. I tend to be the type that dives head first without a thought.&lt;br /&gt;In these first few months of deployment I've had a fair share of doubts..and I've felt that my mind is slightly more wrapped around this situation. But with it..the doubts became real. The promises grew distant and what I was told before has in an essence..changed. And being told that it's something I have to get used to doesn't initially fly with me. I shouldn't HAVE to get used to anything. But maybe that's a selfish thought? I chose this. I should be able to deal with it. But quite honestly I just wanna push it aside like a piece of paper to procrastinate upon. Life isn't so easy to brush to the side. I'm this type of person. Quite honestly I'd rather avoid conflict and pretend it never happened. I've learned that it's not easy to do that, nor right on my part or to the person I'm avoiding the conflict with. This is why it's harder for me to say what's wrong..why I much rather say nothing than honestly say what's bothering me. Sometimes this is because I'm afraid of what you're thinking. How you'll take it..or maybe it'd just spark an argument I don't want to get into. I told you I'd work on it, and I have to the best of my ability but asking someone to change what is so deeply ingrained isn't so easy. In fact, it's like changing a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3186399343262129126?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3186399343262129126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/pros-vs-cons-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3186399343262129126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3186399343262129126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/pros-vs-cons-part-one.html' title='Pros vs Cons. part one'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-885313268984520250</id><published>2009-11-09T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:41:46.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for tomorrow'/><title type='text'>For tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm very, very tired..I'll be posting a new blog post tomorrow that's going to be a little in depth and probably long but I'm too tired to write it now. It's about..life I suppose, mine really. And all it's gross complications. Some of you might like it..but I'm sure there will be some who will take it the wrong way or just not enjoy it. What can I say? Can't please everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-885313268984520250?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/885313268984520250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/885313268984520250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/885313268984520250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-tomorrow.html' title='For tomorrow.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-5526729196484764238</id><published>2009-11-08T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:57:29.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Just something random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just rather moved by the fact that a friend just pointed out to me that I could get married if I wanted..that's just weird. I'm old enough to get married, to vote, to sign a legit contract, buying cigarettes (gross)..WHOA. I wanna get married..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-5526729196484764238?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5526729196484764238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-something-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5526729196484764238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5526729196484764238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-something-random.html' title='Just something random.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-5118174784313445374</id><published>2009-11-08T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:24:57.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Just musing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I keep up more with this than I do writing John's letters..crazy. It came to mind today..what do I really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's really what I want most out of life. But I wanna share my happiness with John. I wanna have my family with John..and I hope it doesn't take so long as I'm thinking it is. Regardless, I love him. With everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSSSSST: I want &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=202938&amp;amp;PseudoCat=se-xx-xx-xx.esn_results"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; please John?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-5118174784313445374?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5118174784313445374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-musing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5118174784313445374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5118174784313445374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-musing.html' title='Just musing.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-6059614031451829196</id><published>2009-11-06T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:04:57.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I don't understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been becoming rather irritated at a vast amount of things lately. Things I thought would never have bothered me, do. I don't understand this. Maybe it's the stress of my life situation, maybe I'm thinking too much, maybe it's recent events? One thing has remained consistent I suppose, I love John and I wanna be with him. Lack of a timeline to tell me when things are going to happen is scary. Maybe it's that..I'm not used to this "unknown." That today..could be so significantly different than tomorrow? I'm at a loss. If today is different than tomorrow, then how different is today from next year the same time? One more year grown up. One more year of experience. Then knowing the things I want..or should do..or whatever?&lt;br /&gt;If I could make a list..no, maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no particular order&lt;/span&gt;, well maybe as to the exception of number one and two of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John to come home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have my Pharmacy Tech license&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For once, lie in the same bed as John. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so i can rest my head right here on your shoulder, i just wanna lay here and feel ya breathe, listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have that "feeling"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn the true meaning of "financial stability"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be ok with the "when we're financially stable" argument&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When do you even know you're financially stable? What if you always worry about money? Then..you always make an excuse for a situation. Where's that go?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to bed, every night, in your arms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up to you with a smile every morning, like it's supposed to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell the Army they can SUCK IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discover my purpose in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make someone else's, animal or person, life..better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a snowflake necklace...seriously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn the difference between the things I should worry about and the things I shouldn't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come out of my shell [shut up, I try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(love you(:)&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be an Ag teacher!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To see you get down on one knee and ask&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be satisfied&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a chocolate lab puppy(: please?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be on your page (just do it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn the entire bone structure of the horse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know what lameness looks 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type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7131420432953289112</id><published>2009-11-05T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:11:16.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK YOU'/><title type='text'>I don't fucking know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm pissed. End of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7131420432953289112?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7131420432953289112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-fucking-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7131420432953289112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7131420432953289112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-fucking-know.html' title='I don&apos;t fucking know.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3076046416022163732</id><published>2009-11-03T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:27:05.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Screw you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've just about had with my parents telling me what to do..I want to be in Ag Science. STOP TELLING ME I CAN'T. It's what I have a passion for. It's what I want to do with my life. Stop yelling at me. I've had it ok? There is NO REASON for you to sit there and yell at me to the point of tears. LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3076046416022163732?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3076046416022163732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/screw-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3076046416022163732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3076046416022163732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/screw-you.html' title='Screw you.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-5853697260332021940</id><published>2009-11-01T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:59:29.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Halloween.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Halloween was fun. A friend and I went to a party and hung out. But when you're me, you get tired. So I crashed about 10:30 last night. And it's clearly too early in the morning and I'm about to catch another hour or so of sleep. Worked on the project..and I'm sending John's letters tomorrow. I have to work in two hours. LAME. Two more days and it's seven months. Ten more months of deployment to go..geez it just needs to be over. December's a month away. Omg, I'm excited(: I hope you come home then. I love you John, come home soon! Peaceee.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-5853697260332021940?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5853697260332021940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5853697260332021940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5853697260332021940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-1567491258805926649</id><published>2009-10-28T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:33:00.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crocheting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaffin farms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Projects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy crocheting, it's just what I do. You can laugh all you want and tell I appear to be grandma-ishh. I can tell you to suck it(: I started a scarf last week that my lazy ass has finished so I'm working on it now. Well not directly now since I'm typing but you get the picture. I finally have an address again for John so I'm hoping to send out some more letters on Friday. I feel I should write either a long one of a few short one's since there's only like..two. Yeah..I've been writing in the book and working on it. Which reminds me! I need to write in the book(: I'm expecting pictures in a few weeks. Probably the second week of November. I haven't decided if I'm going to go to the second possible session. I really don't have the money. Maybe I'll just save it for spring time. Haha maybe a gift for April. Things have been pretty much resolved. I don't feel so crappy as I did. First day in a few days I've regularly eaten and I about threw up my dinner cause I ate too much. Peachy visual huh? Ran into an my old boss Cari today. Hoping I'll get to work with her again cleaning stalls. I miss the horses. Also looking into interning at Chaffin Farms up in Oroville working with the livestock. If you're never been there, GO. It's beautiful. They have about 2000 acres of land. On this they raise various organic crops and livestock. They are most known for their broiler chickens and 40+ varieties of orchard crops. They use a different form of fertilization and such mainly with their livestock. Cattle, goats and chickens browse through the orchards which allows the livestock to grow off organic grass as well as naturally fertilize the plants. Nifty eh? I'm still pretty back and forth on majors. Farms and ranches with livestock are really where my heart lies..but I hate Chemistry with a passion. I'm just hoping to pass with a C. Maybe if Chemistry two is easier in a sort I'll take it. But I still need to take organic Chemistry as well as Physics..nope definitely not doing that. Guess it's ECE for me! Kids are awesome anyhow. Preschool will be nice to teach. Not to mention there isn't too much to do to get your degree. And if you're under K-12 you don't have to do preliminary work just to get your damn license. All in all, I'm pretty excited for next semester. Things are looking up..maybe I'll finally finish up my room this weekend haha. Or at least sort out some sort of project. Maybe plant some winter crops. I need to service my car too..geez stuff just never ends. Well, at least for once I don't have any homework pending due tomorrow. I can actually relax tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And John..I love you. You better remember that. I can't wait for you to come home. Despite what I said, I'd do anything to be with you. And I know you may second guess it, but I'm being honest here. Forever&amp;amp;&amp;amp;always still stands. There are a number of songs, all country, that always remind me of you or us.. Here are some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Paisley "She's Everything"&lt;br /&gt;Eric Church "Love Your Love The Most"&lt;br /&gt;Dierks Bentley "Come A Little Closer"&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban "Only You Can Love Me This Way"&lt;br /&gt;Martina McBride "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts "Take Me There"&lt;br /&gt;Zac Brown Band "Got Whatever It Is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to these pretty regularly during the day..each reminds me. Just can't wait for you to be here. My impatience is at an all time high. We've got ten more months to go. If you ever get some time..maybe listen to these or just read the lyrics. You're everything to me John. I'm waitin' for you to come home. I love you. Now, tomorrow and everyday. Yesterday the day before and the day you came home. It's not changin' just believe that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-1567491258805926649?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1567491258805926649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1567491258805926649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1567491258805926649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/projects.html' title='Projects.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-6387804005904394926</id><published>2009-10-26T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:48:25.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I hope you still love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've officially hit rock bottom. Not eating, hardly sleeping. Feeling sick. I'm an idiot still. I've said I was sorry..I just hope you still wanna be together. I've never regretted anything more in my life. I don't know what to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-6387804005904394926?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6387804005904394926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hope-you-still-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6387804005904394926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6387804005904394926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hope-you-still-love-me.html' title='I hope you still love me.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2736998419576315891</id><published>2009-10-25T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:41:26.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Stupidity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As intelligent as I am you'd think I'd be smart enough to think about what I'm about to say, but sadly I'm a reactive person who doesn't think before she talks and I am sorry..I'm stupid, stupid, stupid. Why should I bother to say anything at all when I don't say anything right? Every time a situation comes up where I don't like it I feel as though I push you away and I don't wanna do that. I know I'm trying to be more accepting of things but I'm a damn rock. I'm slow ok? I know I said a lot of wrong things in that long message..quite frankly I reread it a few times and was appalled at myself for even writing it. I'm an idiot..what else is there to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2736998419576315891?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2736998419576315891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2736998419576315891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2736998419576315891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3774496803886654736</id><published>2009-10-23T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:21:27.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I must say right now I feel like utter crap. I've got a killer headache. Cramps. Fuck my life right now, this isn't cool. On top of that, I really miss John. What the hell..I need to talk to him before I stress myself out anymore than I have. Tylenol isn't kicking in fast enough. I just wanna go to sleep. Damndamndamn. I miss my boyfriend..I don't want to work tomorrow. Got those pictures Sunday. I need to write John's letters..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3774496803886654736?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3774496803886654736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3774496803886654736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3774496803886654736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/crap.html' title='Crap.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-4460080232047677811</id><published>2009-10-21T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:55:48.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Day 61.</title><content type='html'>I need a phone call.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-4460080232047677811?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4460080232047677811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-61.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4460080232047677811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4460080232047677811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-61.html' title='Day 61.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7023274871541592762</id><published>2009-10-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:43:33.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I am going to die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not literally of course but of excitement. I may be entering into an amazing horse training opportunity local to where I live where I will have my own stable full of horses to work on my own at my time on 20 acres of land with a 12 stall barn complete with saddling/grooming area and partially covered arena. That was a run on sentence haha. I'm so excited! This could open up an amazing opportunity for me in my horse training. I'd be able to have my own clientel at my own stable. This could mean extra money for me. The lady is super nice and favors female entrepreneurs as she is one herself. I'm stoked!&lt;br /&gt;John sent me messages via IM this morning at 3:30am. Scared the shit outta me, not gunna lie. Not to mention I was dead asleep at the time. But I love that boy and I could care less what time of day he contacted me. Then he went comment happy on my pictures on MySpace. Crazy how, he's so far away but still gives me this tingly feeling and still makes me blush in embarrassment. And he's even the reason for the smile on my face right now as I'm writing this. I love you John(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7023274871541592762?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7023274871541592762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-going-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7023274871541592762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7023274871541592762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-going-to-die.html' title='I am going to die.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7274494902699788740</id><published>2009-10-18T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:28:36.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>How do I..?</title><content type='html'>How do I tell you how I feel when I can't even contact you when I feel it..? I need to talk to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7274494902699788740?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7274494902699788740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-do-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7274494902699788740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7274494902699788740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-do-i.html' title='How do I..?'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-9030417857580122642</id><published>2009-10-16T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:34:23.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body kits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Body kits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been mulling over the idea of putting a body kit on my car..I think it'd look sickk if it had one. What do you think? And some nice graphics, maybe pin-striping. Hmm. Kit costs $500 though. I don't really have that kinda money:/ John, Christmas present(: yes? Haha. Got new tires on the car today, new brakes tomorrow. Might have it detailed since the inside looks really gross to me. John needs to call me now. Love you baby!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this: http://www.customautotrim.com/bodykits/extreme-dimensions/mercury/cougar/1999-2002/110661/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this in red: http://www.customautotrim.com/graphics/tribal/gk395/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it! Please?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-9030417857580122642?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/9030417857580122642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/body-kits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/9030417857580122642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/9030417857580122642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/body-kits.html' title='Body kits.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2787831289348439449</id><published>2009-10-14T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:11:11.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><title type='text'>Horse!</title><content type='html'>I might be gettin one:DDD eff yeahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2787831289348439449?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2787831289348439449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2787831289348439449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2787831289348439449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/horse.html' title='Horse!'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-8210390381039305685</id><published>2009-10-14T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:12:01.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>He's everything I ever wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love Brad Paisley. He has wonderful songs. And my boyfriend needs to come home. I'm in the process of filling a composition book to send to him the next time I can send him a letter or a package. I really hope he gets the letters I sent before:/ I'll be livid if he doesn't. Damn mail.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new car(: 1999 Mercury Cougar. It's silver. Pretty nice car..although I woulda preferred to have that black Mitsubishi Eclipse. That car was sick as fuck. I want to move already. Be with John. Iraq can suck it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, going to cosmetology school next semester I believe. Then work on getting my certification in being a preschool teacher. I love you baby(: I'm still sittin' here waitin' for you to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-8210390381039305685?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8210390381039305685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-everything-i-ever-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8210390381039305685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8210390381039305685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-everything-i-ever-wanted.html' title='He&apos;s everything I ever wanted.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-723191483654739295</id><published>2009-10-11T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:39:38.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Honesty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I said that I was ok, I was lying.&lt;br /&gt;If I gave you the impression I was strong, I'm sorry you were fooled.&lt;br /&gt;If I keep repeating "it wont be like this for long," it's likely I don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I'm ok when you think I'm not, chances are you're right.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the need to ask me "what's wrong?," more likely than not, something is.&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I haven't cried lately, chances are I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I want you home and you say "why?," I'll say because I said so.&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you "because I said so," most likely it translates to: because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I miss you, I hope you feel it.&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I need you, I hope you understand it.&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I love you, you better remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long.&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long.&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is this taking so damn long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long.&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long.&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I will do anything to be there for you, be with you, be beside you and love you. And no, these last 52 days haven't been great, wonderful, amazing or grand by any means. Really? They have fucking sucked. I'm not a strong person and really right now I'm not even ok. I miss you all the time. Sometimes it impedes more into my school life. I stop concentrating, stop focusing and start thinking. All in all, I haven't been 100% ok. I do my best to hide it because I know it's hard for you too. But I've found I cry a hell of a lot more. I hate the words: Army, Iraq, Afghanistan and Military. I think I've cried more in the last 52 days than in the last 6 months. But I try to be strong for you. Because it is really an obligation as the Army girlfriend. And yes on my list of importance you rank first next to my family because you are part of my family and have been since you came home. And yes, school is important but is second best to you. I'm sure there are times you've missed on the phone how upset I've been since you deployed because once again I'm trying to be strong and personally failing miserably. And yes, when I say I want you home and you say I know..it doesn't make things any easier. I know you wanna be home too. I don't know how hard it is for you being so far away but then again you can't understand my point of view either..we can only find common ground at I love you, I miss you, I wish you were home (or I wish I was home). And I was entirely honest when I said telling me not to worry is like telling me not to breathe. I worry about you all the time, it's my job, what I do and I'd feel wrong if I didn't so PLEASE, do NOT, tell me not to worry. And right now I'm just in bed wishing you were here to hold me while I slept..and since you're not I probably wont be getting much sleep at all. I miss you calling me babe..even if it was just over the phone or even if it was just typed. I really miss it. And I know you'll read this blog and you're probably going to feel bad about leaving but don't. It's your job, you're duty and if I remember correctly you wanted to go while at the same time not wanting to leave. I guess this is something I need to grow used to since it wont be the last time. And it wont get easier. I will never fully accept you being away, even if I may grow accustomed to it.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I guess I'm getting at this: I love you. I miss you. I want you to come home. Don't feel bad, I'm always here, even if I may not be the strongest Army girlfriend out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-723191483654739295?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/723191483654739295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/723191483654739295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/723191483654739295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/honesty.html' title='Honesty.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-5655930638991770954</id><published>2009-10-07T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:28:29.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>John would you please:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs27/i/2008/133/d/0/Horse_by_oldpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 264px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs27/i/2008/133/d/0/Horse_by_oldpost.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buy me a horse? I promise I'll love you forever and ever and ever(: Please, please, please, please, please?! I mean look at that horse over there..it's gorgeous..and not mine. How sad!&lt;br /&gt;You should buy me one:DD cause you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: http://oldpost.deviantart.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-5655930638991770954?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5655930638991770954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/john-would-you-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5655930638991770954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/5655930638991770954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/john-would-you-please.html' title='John would you please:'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2964130253532719926</id><published>2009-10-06T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:17:48.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Day 46.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should be sleeping, I know this. I found my debit card..in my boots. Random. John just called. You have no idea how much I miss his voice. Especially now that it's really all I have other than messages and messages are not as good as phone calls. He just needs to come home. Now. Really, he does. Because my bed is meant for more than one person and he definitely needs to be in itso I can actually sleep and not just toss and turn all night inevitably entangling myself in blankets to the point where I can't get out.&lt;br /&gt;This year just needs to be done with. And I still hate Chemistry. I just want my boyfriend. I feel he is more than that though..they should invent a word that's more than boyfriend, less than husband but not really fiance (no ring here). Fiance is just a funny word to be honest. What do you call him? Not-boyfriend-but-not-really-husband-either-but-not-even-fiance-no-ring? That'd just be crappy. The hell if I know when there's going to be a ring. CECILY GALLION KNOWS..I wanna know..this just isn't fair. I'm dying of impatience. I need a horse.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;John just come home right now. 10 1/2 more months..I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2964130253532719926?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2964130253532719926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2964130253532719926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2964130253532719926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-46.html' title='Day 46.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-1956514856145650406</id><published>2009-10-05T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:58:02.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>5678.</title><content type='html'>Of course Cec(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-1956514856145650406?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1956514856145650406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/5678.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1956514856145650406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1956514856145650406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/5678.html' title='5678.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-1989016594036670914</id><published>2009-10-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:13:18.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john'/><title type='text'>Yellow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been kinda a hectic couple of days involving a friend and her backstabbing family. She may be moving in with my family. I've also been demolishing my room..literally. I'm going to paint one of my walls a bright yellow(: it's going to be amazing. John called yesterday morning. It was a good conversation. I wish he was home tonight, I miss him a lot. And tonight is a night when I really feel I need him to fall asleep with. School's going ok, dropping comparative politics. I need to work on my essay for group discussion but not much is really going on. I'm probably going to have a yard sale next week to get rid of a lot of stuff from my room (I have a lot). I need to write John a few more letters to send off Monday. I also..need to find my debit card. It seems to have disappeared on me in the wake of my messy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-1989016594036670914?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1989016594036670914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1989016594036670914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1989016594036670914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/10/yellow.html' title='Yellow.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3144575419109102069</id><published>2009-09-28T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:40:18.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Home is where I want him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was ok, didn't hear from John when I really wanted to. Especially after yesterday. As much as he upset me..I just want him home. I love that boy with all I have and would give anything to be with him. I hope he knows that. I know it's been a bad couple of days..but I'm patient, I try to understand. I know it's tough being thousands of miles away from home, but I'm always here. I'm always willing to listen and comfort and of course tell you I love you. I'm letting this one slide in hopes that there wont be another bad situation like that. I don't want to argue with him on deployment, it's not ok considering I know things are hard for him. But I don't want him to be in a cranky ass mood either and be a jerk (YEAH, I said JERK, cause you know you were bein' one!).&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3144575419109102069?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3144575419109102069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-is-where-i-want-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3144575419109102069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3144575419109102069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-is-where-i-want-him.html' title='Home is where I want him.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2684461588323614844</id><published>2009-09-27T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:12:11.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Could be worse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So..it's been a crappy couple of days. I talked to John and was pissed, he sent me flowers, then I felt bad. Then today..well had a bad phone conversation. It never ends does it? I guess I should learn to deal with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2684461588323614844?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2684461588323614844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/could-be-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2684461588323614844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2684461588323614844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/could-be-worse.html' title='Could be worse.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2881860582608091546</id><published>2009-09-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:43:25.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Still very upset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my first time experiencing this but I really am upset about it..I mean the least he could've done was to have said hello. I haven't heard from him since Monday. I'm so upset that I just want to cry. This is gay (no pun intended, I'm very irritated). I mean there are of course a few options..he could have thought that he was going to get to the phone's after and just couldn't, could have got online..and just didn't say anything or he could be on blackout. I'm annoyed beyond means..and maybe I shouldn't be but I really am and I can't help it. Fuck everything right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2881860582608091546?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2881860582608091546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-very-upset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2881860582608091546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2881860582608091546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-very-upset.html' title='Still very upset.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-3183830414268382629</id><published>2009-09-25T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:10:44.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I'm more than upset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He logged on and didn't even send me a message..I'm pissed. VERY VERY VERY PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-3183830414268382629?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3183830414268382629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-more-than-upset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3183830414268382629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/3183830414268382629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-more-than-upset.html' title='I&apos;m more than upset.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-1831570513157692195</id><published>2009-09-23T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:26:12.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>It's almost here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The six month mark for John and I is just around the corner (like next week). This is just a quick blog. Not much is going on. Haven't heard from John much and it's hotter than hell outside. I'm sweating so grossly I don't even care anymore..well that's cause I'm in workout clothes but ANYHOW. So I'm about to go endure a long running workout. I'm gunna die but it's worth it! Health is important and my health isn't the best. Besides..December's in three months(: I wanna be gorgeous. Other than that I just have a shit ton of homework to do. And a system's theory paper to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-1831570513157692195?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1831570513157692195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-almost-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1831570513157692195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1831570513157692195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s almost here.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-8465332810834592162</id><published>2009-09-21T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:37:10.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='att'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>AT&amp;T can kiss my ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So our bill statement popped up today for this last phone period and said that we used 4000 minutes and that 2000 of them were mine. I know for a FACT that's bullshit and I'm more than a little irritated. I hate AT&amp;amp;T and they just charged us a $540 bill. I have a feeling it's from John calling and that really pisses me off considering my boyfriend PAYS to call me. I shouldn't have to be CHARGED to receive the call. He's doing his country a service. Fuck AT&amp;amp;T. Apparently you haven't heard of the US MILITARY SERVICE serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. They shouldn't even have to pay to call home. And this isn't really the first time AT&amp;amp;T has fucked us on a bill that was not our fault due to some rule about policy change and bullshit. Honestly, AT&amp;amp;T can die. I hate it even if it has a decent plan and nice phones.&lt;br /&gt;Other than AT&amp;amp;T being a huge pain in the ass..I haven't heard from John today. I miss him. Hope he calls soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just noticed this..but this is the 11th post of September so it says September (11) in the sideline for other posts..creepy:/ haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-8465332810834592162?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8465332810834592162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-can-kiss-my-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8465332810834592162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8465332810834592162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-can-kiss-my-ass.html' title='AT&amp;T can kiss my ass.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7412359852925618918</id><published>2009-09-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:31:12.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>He's coming home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes..my excitement went through the roof this morning when John called at five and said I'll be home for Christmas. Omgomgomg. I love that boy. I can't wait for him to be here(:! So..I'm actually on my lunch break. I have to go back in like 15mins and I'm probably selling my truck today for $2500 which I think isn't too bad considering how old it is. But Toyota's hold value pretty well. I wont be getting a car for awhile which means I'll be stuck on the bus or carpooling. Which is fine, it saves me in gas. Not to mention..I can now go buy some winter clothes with about $200. Maybe I'll do that today. Today has officially been a month since John's deployment or at least what I consider the first day since he left on it. We've almost been together six months..I honestly can't believe it seeing as he is my longest relationship. John's an amazing person..the sweetest and nicest boy I've ever been with. He's driven and determined to be his best and to make our life together better than he would say his was. If I could list the reasons why I'm with John I think that this would fall into the number one spot. And two being that he's willing to accept me for who I am. The random often difficult and physically unable to walk a straight line on flat ground without tripping girl. I would never pass a sobriety test..sober. Sad. Three being that he has this awesome personality, funny and serious when needed. And a smile to die for. Not to mention..he is pretty sexy haha. There are really too many things to list about John that I love. I love everything about him..even the most irritating things, which there aren't really many. Well..I guess one. Drinking. that's most annoying. Other than that..not really anything. He doesn't drink too often anymore anyhow. There really isn't anything not to like. He's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7412359852925618918?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7412359852925618918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-coming-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7412359852925618918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7412359852925618918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-coming-home.html' title='He&apos;s coming home!'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-4532118644091371574</id><published>2009-09-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:09:17.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Phone calls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seems John is getting into the habit of calling me at three o' clock in the morning. Not that I'm complaining but DAMN THAT'S EARLY. He called today. Man..I miss him. Not much is really going on. He still has his Guard shifts so I know just about when he'll call. It's still pretty sporadic but not as much as before. Today's a cleaning day I suppose. The house is a disaster. Not surprising when I'm gone for the night. I might write some more letters today to send out next week. I need to find more Ampad blue paper:/ and Walmart doesn't have it anymore. That's really upsetting. I like my blue paper. It's amazing. This is a lot of homes: &lt;a href="http://fayetteville.craigslist.org/search/hhh?query=&amp;amp;catAbbreviation=hhh&amp;amp;minAsk=min&amp;amp;maxAsk=max&amp;amp;bedrooms=3&amp;amp;addThree=wooof"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt; really. As you can tell North Carolina is a hell of a lot cheaper than California. I talked to John about me coming out to NC when he gets back from deployment and we could check out some homes. Don't know if he went for that. Sometimes I wonder..he reassures me that this is what he wants but I guess, I always have my doubts because it's reality. People change in a year. I guarantee I will. For better I believe. Maybe I think too much? That's likely. I'm a really difficult person I suppose. Often on guard and closed off. There was a point when I knew it bothered John so much that I thought he'd say he couldn't do this. I hope it never gets to that. I should just be more open. Of anyone, I should be most comfortable with him and I don't believe it's about comfort. It's just how I am. I don't like to talk about my problems. Should probably work on it. I probably wont be getting a call or anything until tomorrow. I got both a call and some messenger time. Which John said he wanted to get a Bronco which personally I think isn't a wise decision. We're better off with a Honda that at least can get the gas mileage. But how do I say that? I can't tell him no..it's his money that he's earning on deployment but I just don't think it's a good decision for a car. I mean for one, gas isn't cheap. Two, I wouldn't be getting a truck then, which is fine. I'm good with a car. And three..really? A Bronco babe? Really? No. I think we're better off with a nice Honda which at least will last us longer than the Bronco. Broncos are gross looking anyhow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-4532118644091371574?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4532118644091371574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/phone-calls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4532118644091371574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4532118644091371574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/phone-calls.html' title='Phone calls.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-6375602821068897091</id><published>2009-09-15T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:19:56.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Applications.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel I'm getting an addiction for blogging. That could be unhealthy. I'd like to just say, job applications suck. Like really suck. I hate them. They take too long and then you make the effort to finish them and for what? To not get the job? NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby): JohnathanAdamSilva, you need to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-6375602821068897091?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6375602821068897091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/applications.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6375602821068897091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6375602821068897091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/applications.html' title='Applications.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-189967288016419007</id><published>2009-09-15T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:25:13.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procastination'/><title type='text'>I procastinate, I'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a fatty and I need to go running. YEAH, I just said fatty. I've gained weight. That's just ridiculous. John's going to think I'm hideous..I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-189967288016419007?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/189967288016419007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-procastinate-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/189967288016419007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/189967288016419007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-procastinate-im-sorry.html' title='I procastinate, I&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7435820547442161232</id><published>2009-09-14T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:09:53.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Day 24.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah so John called me early Sunday morning (like 5:30am my time). He's got guard shifts now from 8pm-12am so I can assumed that he will call in the morning from now on, although he never ceases to surprise me. I get calls at random hours. He called this morning of course to say he loved me but I was in Chemistry and needed to go back. Haha. John reads my blogs and as you can imagine he read the last post I had where everything was really kinda crappy. He reassured me that nothing was going to change in a year and that he will always love me. Of course you know, this made me feel amazing. I love John with all my heart and it makes me feel wonderful knowing he feels the same way. I can't wait for him to be home(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7435820547442161232?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7435820547442161232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7435820547442161232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7435820547442161232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-24.html' title='Day 24.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2541880960390213459</id><published>2009-09-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:42:47.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>My worst fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pondering my thoughts today that a year in reality is a very long time..and a lot can change. What if in a year's time..what if he doesn't love me the same, doesn't feel the same? I would be utterly broken):&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby..so, so very much. And I love him. I just hope he misses me and loves me as much as I love and miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2541880960390213459?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2541880960390213459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2541880960390213459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2541880960390213459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-fear.html' title='My worst fear.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-1634552490080192473</id><published>2009-09-11T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:11:36.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afghanistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>A day of remembrance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As many of you are well aware, today is September 11th, a day of sorrow and sadness in the United States. It was just eight years ago that the two twin towers were struck in New York by terrorists. Well over 2,000 civilians and emergency personnel lost there lives that day. The news is flooded with the news of the attacks. There is a range of stories based on it. From remembering the tragedy to how to teach your kids? I believe everyone needs to remember. They need to remember why we are where we are and the respect needs to be shown to the troops serving. Not many do so. I have several friends serving as of now, one of which is a close friend of my mother's. And after the attacks he immediately joined the war surge. A close friend of my own served during the first surge of Operation Iraqi Freedom and is still currently serving now. He's done two tours to Iraq, his third, Afghanistan (presumed) may be next March.&lt;br /&gt;Also there is still a debate going as to whether or not more troops will be sent to Afghanistan. What I believe is likely to happen, is soldiers whose deployments are for Iraq, will be changed to Afghanistan and those who come back from Iraq can expect their next tours to be to Afghanistan as well.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from John too much. Today was when they were supposed to be moving. I heard from him Wednesday in the morning..it was a 22 second phone call. Enough to tell me he had to go and that he loved me. Uhh. I miss that boy. Things have been relatively fine though. Still no word on whether or not he's got his leave or not and I don't expect to find out anytime soon. I'll be able to send John's letters out next week. So that'll be great. I still have a few to finish up. I also need to start figuring out care packages. It takes about a months time to get mail. So food would have to be non-perishable.&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say other than, remember the fallen and support the troops. Without them, we would not be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-1634552490080192473?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1634552490080192473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-remembrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1634552490080192473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1634552490080192473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-remembrance.html' title='A day of remembrance.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-6104056879083053568</id><published>2009-09-07T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:19:55.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>2:35am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've heard from John on a  seemingly more regular basis. I'm not exactly sure how long that will last after the 11th though. He sent me a message at 2:35 in the morning! I was sleeping:/ but he's the only person I would never mind being woken up by although I wished it would have been personally and not through a text message. But, we can't have what we want all the time. I still need to finish up some letters to send after the 11th. My mom will probably be working on a care package soon..which reminds me. I need to take some pictures((: Few more months till December! I'm so excited. I can't wait for him to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-6104056879083053568?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6104056879083053568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/235am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6104056879083053568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/6104056879083053568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/235am.html' title='2:35am'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-8873593957618161179</id><published>2009-09-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:44:45.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Day 16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yesterday on my way to Roseville to help my good friend move back to Gridley I got a phone call from John(: indeed my excitement level hit the roof. Although I had a scare. The call cut out right when I answered and I literally BEGGED to my phone, "PLEASE CALL BACK." And he did. YEAH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright so the 11th is still on for moving and we're working on calling options. So far our option is Spawar. Although 80 cents a minute seems a little pricey to me, but it's much better than certain options which can range from $1.40 to $2.70 (per minute). We talked about an hour or so..god you never know how much you miss someone until your conversation starts to sound like they used to. And then of course you realize: but wait, he's in Iraq. Not Fort Bragg, NC.&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd try to call today but I didn't get anything. I'm not actually upset about it though. I believe that good hour of talk we got in yesterday helped. And I'm sure some of you are curious as to what John looks like (and if he ever looks at my blog again haha, he might get mad) here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/SqMDKaMipXI/AAAAAAAAACs/2NB-L1dM9uw/s1600-h/l_3bcfc8ca354742cb956e1f3a3f877eae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/SqMDKaMipXI/AAAAAAAAACs/2NB-L1dM9uw/s320/l_3bcfc8ca354742cb956e1f3a3f877eae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378145857376003442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, look at that(: man I love that boy. He just needs to come home soon. And if he gets his leave during Christmas he should be here for 15 days starting the 20th of December. I'm debating on whether or not I wanna go camping, and I believe I do. We have a few options but it seems the girl's boys might be home from deployments at about the same time so we've talked about going to the coast for a few days. And I don't know about you, but the coast is beautiful in the winter time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-8873593957618161179?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8873593957618161179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8873593957618161179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8873593957618161179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-16.html' title='Day 16.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/SqMDKaMipXI/AAAAAAAAACs/2NB-L1dM9uw/s72-c/l_3bcfc8ca354742cb956e1f3a3f877eae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-8208671844838602776</id><published>2009-09-03T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:07:25.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>As you can imagine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things were going well. I talked to John earlier through messenger and he's doing fun, although I missed his call today): DAMN. I still haven't gotten much word as to whether not the 11th's plans are in full scale yet. John and I have been together 5 months today. And we've got a hell of a lot more to go! If you're watching the news, there may be another 28,000 troops sent to Afghanistan. Maybe even some will head to Iraq as well. Not much is going on, tomorrow's my day off. I may go check out a few horses, but with a loss of hours at work it seems unlikely I will be acquiring one now. Not only that but the winter months are coming up. Not much time to ride after that. I guess I'm doing relatively well. Something a friend said earlier struck me as, well, sensible. "When they leave on deployment, it's kinda sad. But what's sadder is you get used to them being gone." And it's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-8208671844838602776?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8208671844838602776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-you-can-imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8208671844838602776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/8208671844838602776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-you-can-imagine.html' title='As you can imagine.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-355088664174753134</id><published>2009-08-31T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:56:45.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aww, I got a call from John today(: I talked to him the day before on messenger. He put in for his midtour leave. If it goes through, he'll be home for Christmas! Yay(: I'm so relieved. Seems he may be moving around on the 11th but that could change. It may be a few months before I even get an address to send him care packages or letter:/ bummer! I hope it doesn't take that long because I'd like to send him some holiday packages. Ohhh I can't wait till Christmas! School's going well aside from having three hours of Chemistry lab twice a week:/ it sucks. But everything is going good(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-355088664174753134?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/355088664174753134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/355088664174753134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/355088664174753134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-9068564126013782252</id><published>2009-08-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:32:52.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>I love that kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I finally got a call today(: I have never been so relieved and happy at the same time. You never realize how much you miss someone until you hear their voice on the other end of the phone. I love him so much..honestly can say that I wanna spend the rest of my life with him. It's going to be a long year but I'm lucky I have wonderful friends and a school year to pursue to keep me busy. He's in Iraq, but he doesn't know if it's going to be a permanent camp or not. Probably find out in a couple of weeks. But, I'm going to go work on a few letters for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-9068564126013782252?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/9068564126013782252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-that-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/9068564126013782252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/9068564126013782252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-that-kid.html' title='I love that kid.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2362306466631994962</id><published>2009-08-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:45:00.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Day five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying my best to hang in there but I'm feeling a bit of a depression creeping in. It's been five days now since I've had a call from him. I don't even know how I dealt with JRTC. I miss him so much and I'm starting to feel some irritation and annoyance. He sent me a message on MySpace saying he would call later that day..and well, let's just say that didn't happen. I've all but given up. I don't expect a phone call tonight..maybe not even tomorrow. I guess this is just how it goes. And I'm not ok with it but I know it's not his fault. I would die to hear his voice right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2362306466631994962?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2362306466631994962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2362306466631994962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2362306466631994962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-five.html' title='Day five.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-2268353548023539427</id><published>2009-08-22T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:45:00.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Three damn days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WTF. EFF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; days. I'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;Babe..call me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-2268353548023539427?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2268353548023539427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-damn-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2268353548023539427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/2268353548023539427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-damn-days.html' title='Three damn days.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-9054418019943333374</id><published>2009-08-20T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:01:07.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>This could be described.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I guess today is day one. He left for Iraq about 3:30am EST. That's 12:30 my time. He called me about 2:50am PST to tell me he loved me and that he was in layover from Maine to Germany. Needless to say I was very tired at the time. I know I've said before that this isn't easy. But I feel ok right now. I just don't when I get on the phone with him. That's why I stress to stay busy because if I just sit and do nothing but think about him, I cry and I don't want to keep doing that.&lt;br /&gt;I got a call this morning about 11am my time from him. He was in Germany and had a few mins to call. Two hour layover and then he'd be on his way to Iraq. That made my stomach sink a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any other way to describe it other than regardless of how I feel about it, it's going to happen and I have to just find a way to deal with it. So tonight I'm having a little pity party with a few friends who's boyfriend's are already deployed and then Friday..I'm getting back to reality. Back to myself. I know that if I keep dwelling on this that I'm just going to go into a depression and with school around the corner, I cannot afford to have a lack of concentration.&lt;br /&gt;My advice for others dealing with this? Focus on your life and try not to dwell on deployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-9054418019943333374?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/9054418019943333374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-could-be-described.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/9054418019943333374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/9054418019943333374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-could-be-described.html' title='This could be described.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-7606736520412153605</id><published>2009-08-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:34:31.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>This is how it feels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, today marks near day one. He's supposed to leave for Iraq anywhere between 12-1:30 PST time (he's EST). I never thought it would hit me so hard to have our last phone call. That it's indefinite the next time I will speak to him. That I will never ever be able to call him or text him. I knew this wasn't going to be easy but I can't even describe this feeling I have in my stomach. It's just sick and vile and I know that I will never grow used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a months time, things will not be so bad, he'll be more settled and I'll be able to talk to him more regularly but right now I can only find myself thinking about tonight, tomorrow and the next few days. It doesn't seem so long but when you grow used to talking to someone on a daily basis at all times..when that is broken, it is the worst thing to feel.&lt;br /&gt;I know I told you all that as it grew closer I found myself searching "How to deal with deployment?" And I'm telling you, it's a good idea to if you're a first-timer. I can't have all the answers by any means. I will tell you this: I feel like holing up in my room and crying my eyes out. I have little desire to do anything but think about him. But I know after Thursday I need to begin to focus on other things to keep me busy. I will make these key points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends and family are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot stress this more and it also helps to have friends or family around you who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; exactly what you're going through. I'm blessed to have two who are experiencing the same situation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you go to school,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;focus.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It helps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you work, get as many hours as you can, but please don't overdo. Just enjoy your work as busy time to keep your mind busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are endless possibilities as to what you can do, don't limit yourself and don't be afraid to think about him/her. I know for a fact that this is hard, I've been told and now I'm going through it but I cannot tell you how much it is worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-7606736520412153605?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7606736520412153605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-how-it-feels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7606736520412153605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/7606736520412153605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-how-it-feels.html' title='This is how it feels.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-4499583740570116618</id><published>2009-08-18T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:01:07.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Drinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a very specific reason why I HATE when he drinks but I wont go into detail. And yeah, it's his last days here but it doesn't mean I have to approve of him drinking, EVER. I try to not be disappointed and irritated but after that last time it's hard. And this sick feeling is beginning to creep up on me.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hideous&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my chest hurt. My stomach ache. And I feel a serious depression. I wanna cry. Oh wait, I already have..and he's not even gone yet. It's just not fair..really it's not but yet I have to acknowledge the fact that I can't do anything and neither can he. It hurts to have him go. But to be optimistic, the faster he leaves, the faster he comes home. I still don't understand this, how to deal with it..There are times when I don't want to talk to him and at the same time I do. Because I love him but I just get so morbidly sad that it's not fair for him to talk to me this way.&lt;br /&gt;Like right now for instance. I'm in this sick mood and part of me wants to just not even bother for conversation..because all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to do is hole up in a blanket and cry.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm supposed to be strong. And he may not think I need to be at this point, but everything in me says I should. Because he shouldn't have to see me this way..ever. It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-4499583740570116618?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4499583740570116618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/drinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4499583740570116618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/4499583740570116618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/drinking.html' title='Drinking.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-1487983033760172751</id><published>2009-08-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:47:40.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>Mm. Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it seems his deployment has changed to the 20th. It hasn't hit me entirely yet that he's leaving. I'm pretty sure it will that final phone call we have where I will undoubtedly cry my eyes out begging him not to go. And of course..he will feel like ABSOLUTE CRAP. FML. Yeah..this definitely is going to suck. I honestly don't know what I'll do with myself. I'm so used to constant contact. Those days after when I don't know when I'll talk to him..I mean what the hell am I supposed to do? Nobody prepares you for this kind of stuff. I found a song I haven't heard in awhile today that entirely explained my feelings for him. Edwin McCain "I Could Not Ask For More" I'm sure you all have heard it. Talented artist. His other song "I'll Be" is great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It gets odd when I just look at things and go into a sort of daze where I start thinking about him. Bad enough he's on the other side of the States. Worse off he'll be on an entirely different continent by weeks end. I guess what makes that harder is communication. It wont be all day..all the time. It'll be whenever he's allowed and has time. Then there's the fact that no..he can't come home when he would like. I mean, no, he can't when he'd like right now but at least he's closer. I don't even possibly know how to explain that. 2800 miles is hard enough. Now add an entire ocean and then some.&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-1487983033760172751?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1487983033760172751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/mm-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1487983033760172751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/1487983033760172751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/mm-change.html' title='Mm. Change.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140993194850122610.post-667341097706732926</id><published>2009-08-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:01:07.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john deployment'/><title type='text'>5 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Working downtown has its perks, get to meet a lot of people from your town. They tend to come in saying, "Hi, my name is _______." Then I tell them my name and their prompt response is what's your last name? When I respond...they assume I'm related to his family and that family...yeah definitely not. I wasn't even born here.&lt;br /&gt;But of course where there are perks, there are downfalls. Where I'm from, the town is small. Less than six thousand people. And we're sandwiched in between two 50,000+ population cities as well as an hour from the capital. not many know about our town...in fact when I say I live there, they say "Where??" Yeah, not surprising in the least.&lt;br /&gt;So as you can imagine in our slow economy, not much happens downtown. It's relatively quiet. Code for: boring. I mean yeah, I like the small town setting. It's nice and quiet but to each his own. Working a boring job doesn't help either. 10am-5:30pm every Thursday, With nothing to do but think, eat and hope people walk in and buy overly-priced items. Sometimes I'm lucky and people will come in and browse (maybe buy) or friends will come in and keep me company for a short time. But most days are spent sitting in a chair listening to classical music...thinking.&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the problem: in these fragile last few days before he leaves, thinking and being along is the last thing I want. What seemed surreal and so far away is now at my doorstep pestering for a way in...constantly reminding me that in five days time he'll be on a plane to Iraq. And I'll be home...feeling an all bit lost for a little while. But I guess this is to be expected. I mean I entered into this relationship informed that in a few months time he would be gone for a 12-month tour to Iraq. And I thought about it but not so much as I do now. And the closer it got the more nervous I became.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself doing research. "How do you deal with deployment?" How do you deal with something you will never grow used to? How will you ever prepare yourself? And at such a young age when I'm only just beginning to find myself, I'm approached with a situation that many in their later years can't even fathom. And when people ask and I tell them my boyfriend is in the U.S. Army deploying to Iraq they look at me in such pity and say, "I'm so sorry," like I may just crumple right there about my situation.&lt;br /&gt;What reaction can I give them other than, "I'm proud of what he's doing. I can't wait for him to come home." I don't want to be pitied for a conscious decision I made and stepped into. Don't get me wrong there are nights where I lay awake and break down. And he hasn't even left yet. But this situation isn't easy and I don't expect it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6140993194850122610-667341097706732926?l=meaganvallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/feeds/667341097706732926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/667341097706732926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140993194850122610/posts/default/667341097706732926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaganvallie.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-days.html' title='5 days.'/><author><name>Meagan Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05688527437330065900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3rvZ2X3B4Y/S5krm1LRwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tjYBHE38LVM/S220/26904_1291991780485_1250997364_30725963_3913990_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
