<?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-5193589695327509990</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:00:25.348-07:00</updated><category term='Community'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Avon Walk'/><title type='text'>Malia's Rambles</title><subtitle type='html'>a little place for me to ramble on and on...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-8394835147957445859</id><published>2011-04-12T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:16:37.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check in.</title><content type='html'>So, I have not posted in a long time so here is what has been going on. My business: My business is well it is still there. I am working on some projects right now. Trying to put together a concert to benefit Japan's Earthquake Relief and I am also helping some friends fundraise for a mission trip to Africa. Along with the Sue Phillips Memorial Fundraiser. Family life. My sister got married (Finally) in February. My best friend, Cassie came down to visit for the wedding. That was awesome although it was a busy week. We managed a trip to Disneyland so that rocked. I got to hang out with Baylee. It is hard being away from them. I miss them terribly. Cassie is pregnant with her second child now, due in September during walk weekend. My sister is also pregnant she is due in November. Work: I have been working ALOT. Which is good for my bank account. I hate it though. I keep looking for something else but there is nothing out there. So I will grin and bear it. I am at work right now. I have been playing games on the computer, chatting and writing this, while the students watch a movie. Not even an academic movie either. Job's Daughters: I joined the membership committee and have been visiting bethels in my area. I have been all over from Burbank, El Segundo, Lancaster, Lomita, Tujunga, Santa Monica and Manhattan Beach. Along with working with my own bethel. Personal Life: I am doing very well right now. Anxiety is in check and I have not had any issues in a while. I am dating someone. I guess dating is the right word. lol. He is very nice and respectful and treats me well. And it makes things more interesting. It is exciting, I am always thinking of new things we can do together. I have been so busy though, I have not had much time for my friends. and I miss them! Well that is what has been going on. What is coming up? Nice of you to ask...Spring Break is next week. I plan on going to the Museum of Tolerance, the Skirball Center and to the Getty Villa. Today in History: FDR died, 1945 First man in space, 1961 First space shuttle launch, 1981&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-8394835147957445859?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8394835147957445859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=8394835147957445859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8394835147957445859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8394835147957445859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2011/04/check-in.html' title='Check in.'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-8420850657626146521</id><published>2010-10-18T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:38:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Forget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;You greeted me with a smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;And then we walked down the aisle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;We laughed and preceded to flirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Then you went home to the desert dirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;We did not speak for a long time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Then you asked me to visit and I said fine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I drove out to the desert's sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;For a few days of fun &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I wanted it to be more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;But you, you wanted a whore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I did not understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I went home to the sand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I waited for your call&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;You said you would visit, after all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;It was all a lie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I listened with a sigh, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;When I heard, I told you so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;We told you not to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I often think about you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;When forgetting you is what I need to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-8420850657626146521?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8420850657626146521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=8420850657626146521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8420850657626146521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8420850657626146521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-poem.html' title='another poem'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-1915691714484254072</id><published>2010-10-18T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:37:10.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poem</title><content type='html'>Not to be&lt;br /&gt;You told me I would make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;My life has not been the  same since.&lt;br /&gt;You called me beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;And touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You really  saw me.&lt;br /&gt;But it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me every week.&lt;br /&gt;Your  approval I did seek.&lt;br /&gt;Your touch gave me a thrill&lt;br /&gt;A void in my heart you  did fill.&lt;br /&gt;You really saw me.&lt;br /&gt;But it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about  travel.&lt;br /&gt;There was no bull.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about forever.&lt;br /&gt;Our bond would not  sever&lt;br /&gt;We were sure.&lt;br /&gt;Each other we would cure.&lt;br /&gt;You really saw  me.&lt;br /&gt;But it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all a secret.&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to keep  it.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is clear.&lt;br /&gt;We were riddled with fear.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships  would end.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous, they would have been.&lt;br /&gt;It they knew, you really saw me. &lt;br /&gt;But it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we weren't meant to  be, maybe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-1915691714484254072?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1915691714484254072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=1915691714484254072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1915691714484254072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1915691714484254072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2010/10/poem.html' title='poem'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-334008084340649575</id><published>2010-09-14T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:47:53.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon Walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>What is it like to Crew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, this past weekend I crewed at the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. The Avon Walk for Breast Cancer is a 39.3 2-day walk to raise awareness and funds for research for Breast Cancer. My sister walked the year my mom died in a 3 day 60 mile walk, that eventually became this walk. My sister walked for about 5 years. My dad decided to walk with her in 2005 and I decided to crew. I do not believe that I could walk that many miles without hurting myself. The first year that I crewed, I was on the Information Services team. This was not enough for me. Basically this team gives out information, I was bored. The next year I was on the Traffic and Security Team. I felt cool. I got a walkie talkie and we controlled all the traffic in and out of camp. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I should back up and explain some more about the walk. The walk officially begins Friday night at Event Eve. This is where we check in, turn in money and the crew meets for final instructions. The next morning there is Opening Ceremonies (which I got to see for the first time this year). They stretch with the walkers and have some speakers. Then the walk begins. The walkers walk 26.2 miles on the first day. Then they get to camp, Wellness Village. Wellness Village is a city. There are tents for sleeping, sponsors tents (shopping and whatnot), food, medical services, showers, entertainment and fellowship. Visitors are allowed until a certain time. Then it is lights out and everyone (or most everyone) sleeps in tents. They wake the next morning, shower, eat a yummy breakfast and continue on the walk for another 13.1 miles. Then they arrive at Closing Ceremonies, more speakers and crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Back to what I was saying, after Traffic and Security, I was excited to crew again. I loved that team and would have happily returned. BUT, I was asked to be a Team Leader. What is a team leader you may ask? A team leader is in charge of a crew team. We have to attend extra meetings throughout the year and we are the go to person. So, now I was in charge of Quick Stop D, a stop on the route! WAIT! I have never been on the route before! And now I am in charge! You must be crazy, Kelley! We made it through, I learned what to do and asked a lot of questions. My team also volunteered to work at the Download Lot on Day 2, since our stop was so far into the walk that we were not needed on the secon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;d day. I will get back to Download Lot later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, let me explain to you my past weekend's experiences. So you can get an idea of what it is like to crew and to be a crew team leader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The work really never stops. After last year's event, we had a final team leader meeting, a debrief. A few months after that monthly team leader meetings begin for this event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Friday, I had to be at Event Eve early, because I have to check in before the 4pm Team Leader meeting. So we arrived in Santa Barbara about noon. We checked in to hotel and explored the area for a bit. I got to the Event Eve location about 330, checked in and rushed off to the Team Leader, not before I picked up my Event cell phone and walkie talkie and tshirts. Then we had our Team Leader meeting at 4pm, an all Crew meetin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;g at 5pm and individual team meetings at 6pm. We finished up about 7pm. Then we rushed off to dinner and to bed! We had to leave the hotel at 530am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saturday, I arrived at Opening Ceremonies, grabbed some breakfast, and met up with my team. We got to stay and watch Opening Ceremonies for a bit and then we had to walk to the Upload Lot to pick up our event car and Cargo Van. We drove to our stop and set up. We had to set up 2 pop up tents, 6 tables, several chairs and our decorations. We had to wait for the water and ice to be delivered and then we set up our gatorade and water for the walkers. Once the walkers began arriving at our stop (around 1130am) we were helping them until 3pm. Then we had to clean up our spot, make sure there was not trash left behind and we were out of stop by 330pm. We drove to Wellness Village and checked in. There we w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ere given a job until 6pm. We had dinner then and set up our tents to sleep in. I had a Team Leader meeting at 8pm. After that I went to bed. I was exhausted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sunday, we had to be up and ready to go by 7am. So, I got up early, showered in a truck, took down my tent and my dad's and ate breakfast. We were then assigned to cheer for walkers as they were leaving camp. After that, we helped take down the tables and chairs in the dining tent, picked up our lunches and were off to the Download Lot. We volunteered to work there for the 3rd year. The Download Lot is just that, a lot. All the event vehicles return to this lot to unload all the event supplies. This includes but is not limited to: trash, water, snacks, gatorade and water coolers, ice chests, tables, chairs, signage, bins of supplies (toilet paper, gloves, counter clickers, ice scoops, etc), and the vehicle itself. We were in charge of facilitating this. We told the people were to park, where to put their stuff and we helpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;d to clean the stuff and organize it. We worked here for several hours without taking a break. Finally, it was time to go. Most people could take a shuttle to Closing Ceremonies but we decided it would be better to drive our own car, so we had to walk to our car and then drive to Closing Ceremonies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why would someone chose to Crew? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Crewing is rewarding, we are the backbone of the event. Of course, the event could not take place without walkers, but it could not take place without crew members either. We work hard to support the walkers in any way that they need it. There are a lot of crew teams: Medical, Traffic, Security, Rest Stops, Quick Stops, Bus Liasons, Youth Crew, Moto Safety, Signage Teams, Water and Ice Teams, Bike Teams, Pack up, Set up, L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;unch, Sweep, just to name a few. I crew because I am not in shape to walk. I crew in memory and honor of my mom. I crew so my nieces do not have to go through the loss that I have had to deal with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope that this has been informational for you. If you are interested, you can sign up now to Crew next year in Santa Barbara at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.avonwalk.org"&gt;www.avonwalk.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/TI_s3_6_jCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_bM6-r3v1LQ/s320/pink+035.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516888515347975202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Team with Dave, the Download Lot Master and Amazing Forklift Driver/Dancer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-334008084340649575?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/334008084340649575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=334008084340649575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/334008084340649575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/334008084340649575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-it-like-to-crew.html' title='What is it like to Crew?'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/TI_s3_6_jCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_bM6-r3v1LQ/s72-c/pink+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-6818789868055302006</id><published>2010-05-26T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:55:36.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Three Years Ago Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago today&lt;br /&gt;My life changed.&lt;br /&gt;I was assaulted.&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to realize it was not the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I lost control of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been&lt;br /&gt;Fight to regain control.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, Drowning, Struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-6818789868055302006?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6818789868055302006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=6818789868055302006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/6818789868055302006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/6818789868055302006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2010/05/poem.html' title='A Poem.'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-5974089928767318406</id><published>2010-02-21T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:28:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be the change you wish to see in the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;I am feeling inspired. A few things have inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, someone told me that of all the people they knew, they thought I would make the most difference in the world. At first, I was so flattered, then I started getting weekly texts "What did you do this week to change the world?" In anticipation, I would think about the things I did during the week. It was a lot of pressure. At first, it was "um, I tutored some kids? I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that inspired me is a book I am reading with my book club. It is called "Half the Sky." It is about women throughout the world. It discusses the how women are treated and what they are doing to change their situation worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some things that I have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaned a woman in El Salvador money to help with her business through a website www.kiva.org You can help men and women throughout the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donated blood today. I saved 3 lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crew for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer, for the last 4 years and am doing it again this year. I also raise money for the Avon Breast Cancer Foundation. Last year, we raised over $5000. Can you imagine what kind of good could be done with that much money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up to do the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life. This cause raises money for all kinds of cancers. We are doing it in memory of Jill Holtkamp, my friends, late grandma. I could make a list a mile long of people who I have lost due to cancers of all kinds. This is a great cause (if you want to donate to me you can)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to be doing the Miles for Melonoma walk again this year. It is a 5k walk to raise money for Melonoma research. I lost my aunt to this disease. Most people think "Oh, skin cancer, you just get removed and move on." Not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also always do the City of Hope 5k walk. Which raises money for Breast Cancer research, education and treatment for the City of Hope hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be looking for other opportunities to make a difference in the world. But really it does not have to be big things. You can make a difference by smiling at someone, by being a friend, or helping a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to challenge everyone to do whatever you can to make a difference in the world. I will continue to post about the things that I do to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you take the challenge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-5974089928767318406?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5974089928767318406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=5974089928767318406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5974089928767318406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5974089928767318406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-change-you-wish-to-see-in-world.html' title='be the change you wish to see in the world.'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-1495732675298373649</id><published>2010-01-31T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:20:51.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am Malia. I am 29. I am kind and caring. I am a good friend, I am creative and I liked to make things. I like to plan things and organize, which you wouldn’t know if you saw my bedroom. I am beautiful, I think in a not obvious way. I am a good person. I am a mess. I am not perfect. I am worthy of love, even though I don’t feel that way everyday. I am a good person, who is trying to be a better person. I am going to change the world. I am not sure how though. I am me. I like to laugh. I am looking for love. I am curious and a little naïve. I am a Christian. I struggle. I am ok. I am improving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-1495732675298373649?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1495732675298373649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=1495732675298373649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1495732675298373649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1495732675298373649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-4657979814264561658</id><published>2010-01-21T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:40:08.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Little Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I just finished reading another book. It is called "Have a Little Faith" by Mitch Albom. Mitch Albom is a great author. He also wrote "Tuesdays with Morrie," "The Five People You Meet in Heaven," and "For One More Day." I have read every book he has written (except the sports one, since he was originally a sports writer lol!).  This book was again amaZing. And I highly recommend it. I recommend any book he has written. I wanted to share two quotes from the book.   Mitch was asked to do the eulogy for his Rabbi. Mitch is a man who only goes to Temple on the High Holy Days so he is surprised and decides to get to know the Reb, (The Rabbi). This is one of their conversations:  "If the only thing wrong with Moses is that he's not yours; if the only thing wrong with Jesus is htat he's not yours; if the only thing wrong with mosques, Lent, chanting, Mecca, Buddha, confession, or reincarnation is that they're not yours - well maybe the problem is you. One more question? I asked the Reb. He nodded. When someone from another faith says, "God Bless you," what do you say? "I say, 'Thank you and God bless you too.'" Really? "Why shouldn't I?" I went to answer and realized I had no answer. No answer at all." (page162)  This is the end of the book: "In the beginning, there was a question. In the end, the question gets answered. God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful human song. I am in love with hope." (page 249)  Me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-4657979814264561658?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4657979814264561658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=4657979814264561658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/4657979814264561658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/4657979814264561658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a Little Faith'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-4678164239282696089</id><published>2009-11-29T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:59:48.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rule.</title><content type='html'>So, last night I watched a few movies with Tisha. We watched "The Ugly Truth" and "He's just not that into you." I enjoyed both movies. I learned from them too. In "He's just not that into you" Gigi goes out on dates and then the guy doesn't call her back and she always thinks well maybe he is out of town or lost her number or some reason like that. She ends up asking another character named Alex for advice and he says no, he just doesn't like you. She finally realizes that she is not the exception to the rule, she is the rule. That really hit me. What I got from it was that I am not the exception every time. I think that someday I might be one person's exception but I can't be everyone's exception. I hope this is making sense to you. I was talking to my friend about this and he said "you have to be your own exception, are you?" That blew my mind. Am I my own exception? I don't know, which means no I am not. Lots of thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you are your own exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-4678164239282696089?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4678164239282696089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=4678164239282696089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/4678164239282696089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/4678164239282696089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/rule.html' title='The Rule.'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-8949948727640012139</id><published>2009-11-24T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:06:31.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>So, my new therapist occasionally gives me homework. This week I was supposed to write a list of things I want to do and then put them in preference order. Thought I would share: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Get a teaching job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Get my own place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Take a marital arts/self defense class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Learn sign language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Start a support group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Travel throughout the USA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Get a Masters in School Counseling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Own a business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I kind of took the preference thing as an order thing so I didn't assign a number to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Get married, have a family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. Travel to Greece, England, France, Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, this month has been very busy. I have worked a record number of days. I just recently got home from a trip up north. We went to see our friend Shannon get married. I took a self defense class and I got a new car (Carleigh)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in history: 1859 - Origin of Species is published,1947 - Hollywood 10 cited for contempt of Congress,  1978 - Letterman's first appearance on the Tonight Show, and for my Irish friends 1922 - Robert Erskine Childers was shot and killed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-8949948727640012139?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8949948727640012139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=8949948727640012139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8949948727640012139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8949948727640012139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-5763846073258800342</id><published>2009-11-04T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:44:07.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have not updated in a LONG time, so lets see what has been going on since May in my life? A lot!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My niece, Baylee Nicole Eliason was born!! on August 27th. She is the daughter of my very best friend Cassie.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SvJUZ64U5zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DD9ZXfyd3JA/s320/babygirl+009.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471707449616178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also, on the same day, my longtime friend Alicia, had a baby girl, Makayla Jeannette Edquist! It is so crazy that they had babies on the same day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SvJUqaHwfEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tr0aL_ZYqoo/s320/makalyaedquist.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471990713744450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had our Sue Phillips Memorial Fundraiser. We raised over $5,000 for the Avon Breast Cancer Foundation. I cannot thank our supporters enough. I know that one day there will be a cure and we will have you to thank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the fundraiser, we of course participated in the walk. Meghan, Matthew and I worked Quick Stop (Double) D, our theme was "Saving Second Base." My dad walked and walked and walked for 26 miles. Next year the walk is in Santa Barbara and we look forward to participating in that as well. We are looking forward to meeting the new Crew Coordinator, as our favorite lady from Boston, Kelley, retired! lol ok so she went back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SvJVbre4NCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Brl72uvaOD4/s320/mewithkelleynrupa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400472837187712034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; I finished school, which is something I was speaking about in my last post. It is done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;now I am just looking for a job, like everyone else in the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cassie has moved away to Washington. It is has been hard, but I know that it is what is best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;for her and her family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have been working on me and I have been feeling good. I still have bad days but that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;happens to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Things I am looking forward to: Self Defense Class in 2 weeks, going to Stockton for Shannon's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;wedding, visiting Cassie in Washington, getting a job, living life and seeing friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess that is all. Oh! I had my high school reunion. That was interesting. Not very many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; showed up. But we had fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SvJXP17TeXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8HjU9X2Lxiw/s320/reunino.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400474832856119666" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-5763846073258800342?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5763846073258800342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=5763846073258800342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5763846073258800342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5763846073258800342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-again.html' title='Update Again'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SvJUZ64U5zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DD9ZXfyd3JA/s72-c/babygirl+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-2386807928957647059</id><published>2009-05-04T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:04:02.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update....</title><content type='html'>Things are going well. I think we have about 6 weeks of student teaching left. I am excited to be done with it but at the same time I will miss my students alot. I will be done with college in a few weeks, which is also exciting but I will miss my friends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We have a graduation banquet this week, so thats exciting. I am so tired and worn out. I get up in the morning and work until I leave then I go to work and teach for four hours then I come home eat lunch and go to work until I go to bed, taking breaks to facebook, eat dinner, tutor and go to class.&lt;br /&gt;Spring break was nice but not long enough! I enjoyed a spa day with Cassie, whose baby is the size of a papaya now!&lt;br /&gt;Well, like usual I am running late, so I am off for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-2386807928957647059?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2386807928957647059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=2386807928957647059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2386807928957647059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2386807928957647059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-update.html' title='Just an update....'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-915099884315691814</id><published>2009-04-25T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:46:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward</title><content type='html'>My friend Shyleen posted this on her blog and then Meghan reposted it and I'm going to pass it along because I thought it'd be fun.The first 3 people to comment here will get a handmade gift from me. I dont know what it will be yet but it will be good! :)The catch? You gotta comment here first, and then you HAVE to post this back on YOUR blog. Gotta PIF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-915099884315691814?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/915099884315691814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=915099884315691814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/915099884315691814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/915099884315691814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it Forward'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-7002233459074323120</id><published>2009-03-05T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:13:03.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in a long time. I have been soooo busy. Student teaching is crazy. I cannot seem to get ahead of myself. It is good though, I am constantly learning and that I think is the point. I am learning about how to be a more effective teacher and I am learning about myself and life. I do not have the time to read anymore, but still I am learning so much this year. I am learning that while "Life is not fair and you don't always get what you want," there are things that should be fair and we should not accept this as an excuse for things that are not right. Well, I gotta go get ready for school, supervisor visit today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-7002233459074323120?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7002233459074323120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=7002233459074323120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7002233459074323120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7002233459074323120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-3554891617549040153</id><published>2009-01-16T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:52:01.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>So my friends have dubbed 2009, "The Year of Knowledge." I have decided to read more this year. I have put together a list of books that I want to read. If you have any suggestions, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1984&lt;br /&gt;90 Minutes in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;A Survivor's Tale&lt;br /&gt;A Tale of two cities&lt;br /&gt;America Alone&lt;br /&gt;Born Standing up&lt;br /&gt;Catch 22&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Wilson's War&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;Inside the 3rd Reich&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;br /&gt;Kind Lear&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables&lt;br /&gt;Lolita&lt;br /&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;br /&gt;Oedipus&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;Team of Rivals&lt;br /&gt;Th Social Contract&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;br /&gt;Toy Monster&lt;br /&gt;Vindication of the Rights of Women&lt;br /&gt;War and Peace&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-3554891617549040153?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3554891617549040153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=3554891617549040153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3554891617549040153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3554891617549040153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-1831849430681056167</id><published>2008-12-23T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:50:32.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard this, this morning</title><content type='html'>wait, i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;should've done better than this&lt;br /&gt;please, i'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;i'm finding it hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;so show me what i'm looking forsave me, i'm lost&lt;br /&gt;oh lord&lt;br /&gt; i've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;oh lord&lt;br /&gt;don't let go&lt;br /&gt;i've wanted this far too long&lt;br /&gt;mistakes become regrets&lt;br /&gt;i've learned to love abuse&lt;br /&gt;please show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;save me, im lost&lt;br /&gt;oh lord&lt;br /&gt; i've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;oh lord&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;save me, im lost&lt;br /&gt;oh lord&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;to save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;wait, i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;i can't do better than this&lt;br /&gt;i'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;show me what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;oh lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Liar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-1831849430681056167?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1831849430681056167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=1831849430681056167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1831849430681056167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1831849430681056167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/heard-this-this-morning.html' title='Heard this, this morning'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-5137739753935837480</id><published>2008-12-21T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:01:03.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramma Judy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SU5oNN_2hkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0y0YY4qKurA/s1600-h/bike+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282273989257233986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SU5oNN_2hkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0y0YY4qKurA/s320/bike+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Afternoon, thank you for coming. My name is Malia and I am Judy’s oldest grandchild. There is a special bond between the first grandchild and her grandparents. I could stand up here all day and speak about how great my grandma was. But I chose a few special things to share with you today.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma taught me many things. We spent many days and nights sewing together. She bought me my sewing machine and taught me how to sew. She taught me to knit when I had the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was very knowledgeable. She knew everything. In my house we called her Dr. Grandma. Anytime we had a medical question or any question at all we called her.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Grandma very much. She always amazed me with her ability to keep all of our schedules and being able to attend everyone’s events from dance shows, the many sports games, concerts, and anything else that we did. Especially graduations. With so many cousins it would be easy for someone to be left out, but she always managed to make each one of us feel special. She focused on our individuality. She loved each of us like we were her only grandchild, not one of many.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am the oldest, I got to spend a lot of time with grandma. When I was young, my sister and I spent a lot of time with Grandma and Grandpa. When grandma was not able to drive, I drove her a few times. I don’t think she liked it so much though. She said it was an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share some of my favorite memories with you.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I got to go on a trip to Yosemite with some family members. One of my favorite memories from this trip was seeing my grandma and my grandpa ride bikes around Camp Curry. Also, on this trip, I wanted to go on a Sunrise Photography Walk. This meant getting up extremely early. Grandma volunteered to go with me. The first day we planned on going, we both overslept. But we made it on the last day of our trip. Yosemite was absolutely beautiful. We got to share this special time together. Also, after the photography walk, she drove me over to see something that I really wanted to see but we didn’t have time to see earlier on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, she told me that she wanted a bike, so she could get some exercise, instead of using the electric scooter. So, for her birthday some of us bought a three wheeled bike. I rode it over to her house to give it to her. It was so fun watching her ride the bike around, she had the biggest smile!&lt;br /&gt;Last Thanksgiving, my sister and I volunteered to help cook dinner with Grandma. We did the shopping and helped cook everything. It was a blast! Grandma told us what to do and we did it. I really learned so much about cooking Thanksgiving dinner. I do enjoy cooking and Grandma encouraged me. I had the pleasure of helping cook some food for her just a month or so ago.&lt;br /&gt;Something that I look forward to every year is Christmas at Grandma’s house. Her house was always so decorated. She also managed to put a stocking up on her mantle for all of us. We have a large group, I am not sure how she managed this. I think it involved fishing line and weights. She had nice stockings for decoration and then she would fill another stocking for us. She used to be able to hang both on Christmas day, but as the group got larger this stopped. In each stocking we had our favorite candy and treats along with lots of other goodies picked out just for each one of us. My favorite thing about Christmas though, was my ornament. Every year, she got us an ornament and wrote our names on them. It was always something we were into that year. I always looked forward to seeing what my ornament would be. And it was nice because now when we are on our own we will have our own ornament collection to start with. At Christmas time she used to buy these Gingerbread men ice cream sandwiches, every year. After they stopped selling them in the store, she started making them so we could still have them. We loved them very much.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Grandma very much and I will miss her everyday. But I know she is up there with my mom, and Grandpa and Aunt Cindy and all the rest that have gone before, looking down on us, watching over us. I will think of Grandma every time I eat Peppermint Ice cream, or try to sew something or put ornaments on my tree.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5193589695327509990-5137739753935837480?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5137739753935837480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=5137739753935837480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5137739753935837480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5137739753935837480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/gramma-judy.html' title='Gramma Judy'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SU5oNN_2hkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0y0YY4qKurA/s72-c/bike+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-3674570633224096713</id><published>2008-12-16T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:16:00.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of a Friend</title><content type='html'>My friend, &lt;a href="http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, wrote this about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of a Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter rings within my ears&lt;br /&gt;Your smile shines so bright&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrows you hide with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see in a clear light&lt;br /&gt;Your words ring out so truthfully&lt;br /&gt;When offering advice&lt;br /&gt;Your honesty about your heart&lt;br /&gt;Proves you are too nice&lt;br /&gt;I wish to walk along your side&lt;br /&gt;Upon a sunset beach&lt;br /&gt;So maybe this soft heart you have&lt;br /&gt;To me you can then teach&lt;br /&gt;For mine is hardened beyond hope&lt;br /&gt;It hides within a shell&lt;br /&gt;If I can’t find its freedom then&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll live in hell&lt;br /&gt;You hear me rail against lost love&lt;br /&gt;Your ear you gladly lend &lt;br /&gt;Without complaint and with such care&lt;br /&gt;This proves you are my friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-3674570633224096713?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3674570633224096713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=3674570633224096713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3674570633224096713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3674570633224096713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/heart-of-friend.html' title='Heart of a Friend'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-3716557813272787779</id><published>2008-12-12T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:13:18.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson</title><content type='html'>"That's not fair!" we would say as typical teenage girls do when things do not go their way. She would respond with "What do I always tell you?" We would sigh and repeat the phrase we had heard so many time throughout our lives. We had been required to commit it to memory and repeat it back whenever we would whine. We never did this willingly or without rolling our eyes or even void of sarcasm. We knew she was right, but we could never admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got diagnosed with cancer, we knew these words were true. Never did they have more meaning then when she left this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not say those words willingly although we know they are true. We never roll our eyes when we say them and always are they void of sarcasm now. We know she was right and we have been forced to admit it. "Life is not fair and you don't always get what you want."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-3716557813272787779?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3716557813272787779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=3716557813272787779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3716557813272787779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3716557813272787779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-lesson.html' title='Life Lesson'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-1486869092481056262</id><published>2008-12-11T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:29:33.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you enough</title><content type='html'>I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough "hellos" to get you through the final "good-bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure where exactly that came from, but it was in a book I was reading and I wanted to share. My license plate frame says, "May you always have enough." I meant to mean "may you always have enough peace and love." But now it has new additional meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you enough,&lt;br /&gt;Malia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-1486869092481056262?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1486869092481056262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=1486869092481056262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1486869092481056262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1486869092481056262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I wish you enough'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-608483783195256527</id><published>2008-12-01T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:23:16.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa Parks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.swamppolitics.com/news/politics/blog/2008/12/01/Rosa%20Parks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 775px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.swamppolitics.com/news/politics/blog/2008/12/01/Rosa%20Parks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 52 years ago today, Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on a bus. She ignited a civil rights movement. I think what Rosa Parks did was admirable. Although, what most people dont know is that this was planned. She did not just make up her mind at that moment. It was planned. Also, she was not the first person to refuse to give up her seat. The first was a pregnant teenager. She was not a good image to get behind though, which makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's to Rosa Parks, the face of an incredible movement.&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/5193589695327509990-608483783195256527?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/608483783195256527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=608483783195256527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/608483783195256527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/608483783195256527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/rosa-parks.html' title='Rosa Parks'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-3635963051578556359</id><published>2008-11-21T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:44:53.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Growing Up Too Fast</title><content type='html'>An interesting article from Family Circle magazine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/teens-tweens/health-body-issues/body-issues/girls-growing-up-too-fast/?page=1"&gt;http://www.parents.com/teens-tweens/health-body-issues/body-issues/girls-growing-up-too-fast/?page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really interesting. Hope you check it out and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-3635963051578556359?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3635963051578556359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=3635963051578556359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3635963051578556359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3635963051578556359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-growing-up-too-fast.html' title='Girls Growing Up Too Fast'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-6436598801837053991</id><published>2008-11-18T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:29:07.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wise man once said....</title><content type='html'>In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all,&lt;br /&gt;and it often comes with bitter agony.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect relief is not possible,&lt;br /&gt;except with time.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better.&lt;br /&gt;But this is not true.&lt;br /&gt;You are sure to be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this,&lt;br /&gt;truly believing it,&lt;br /&gt;will make you less miserable now.&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough experience to make this statement.&lt;br /&gt;                                        Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in History&lt;br /&gt;1863 - Lincoln traveled to Gettysburg to give a "short speech"&lt;br /&gt;1928 - Mickey Mouse debuts&lt;br /&gt;1966 - Sandy Koufax retires&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-6436598801837053991?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6436598801837053991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=6436598801837053991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/6436598801837053991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/6436598801837053991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/wise-man-once-said.html' title='a wise man once said....'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-5105481044531467703</id><published>2008-11-17T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:37:18.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsovXU9OxVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsovXU9OxVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I was watching this video this morning and I looked up at the TV and they were showing images of destruction from the fires. It was a moment, I wanted to share. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-5105481044531467703?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5105481044531467703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=5105481044531467703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5105481044531467703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5105481044531467703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-8197317862120652451</id><published>2008-11-16T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:40:17.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a joy, testy, foe, or far?</title><content type='html'>So, I am home from a great weekend in Murrieta Hot Springs. It was so relaxing and I am glad I was able to go. The place was so beautiful. We spent time in the jacuzzi and got to see 9 women get baptized. We also hung out in the hot springs. We relaxed and got to know each other. We also learned about how to love well. We learned that there are 4 types of people we are called to love: Joy, Testy, Foe or Far. I think its pretty self explanatory. It was really enlightening and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think we are going to go visit Grandma for a while. She is not doing well. They set up hospice in her home. It is a hard thing to go through but I know there must be a reason for it. I will be happy to learn that reason one day. I know that I will be ok, sad but ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a nice weekend and that everyone is ok regarding the fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Thank you for the poetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-8197317862120652451?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8197317862120652451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=8197317862120652451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8197317862120652451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8197317862120652451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-joy-testy-foe-or-far.html' title='Are you a joy, testy, foe, or far?'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-5794552414245923337</id><published>2008-11-13T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:16:01.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no title.</title><content type='html'>So, I am off for the weekend tomorrow. I am going to a women's retreat with my church. My grandma is in the hospital and I am worried about her. I fear that she doesnt have much time left. I love her very much. I hope that I will be able to relax and enjoy this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am talking to someone new and he makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;And to him, I say sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-5794552414245923337?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5794552414245923337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=5794552414245923337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5794552414245923337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/5794552414245923337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-no-title.html' title='I have no title.'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-7460438846956759883</id><published>2008-11-11T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:05:18.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>So, I started tutoring last night, two fifth graders. It went well. I hope it continues to go well. The mom put a little whiteboard up in the kitchen for me. I feel like I havent been to school is so long. Last week, I didnt go to school because of the viewing and this week we have off for Veteran's Day. I am just about all caught up in my school work also. I have one big project to do. It is an inquiry project. We have to use students to research something. I picked something. I wanted to ask the students about homework. Why they think the teachers give it to them and why they dont turn it in, etc. But my professor said that is not good. Then I looked at the list of sample questions and there it was. My question was on the list of sample questions. I emailed him back and told him but he said that that sample question was not a good example! I already made my survey and "piloted" it, like I am supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to start all over. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Veteran's Day. Take some time to think about the soldiers who fought for us.&lt;br /&gt;Today in History:&lt;br /&gt;1918 - WWI ends.&lt;br /&gt;1921 - The Tomb of the Unknowns is dedicated&lt;br /&gt;1942 - The draft age is lowered to 18.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-7460438846956759883?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7460438846956759883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=7460438846956759883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7460438846956759883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7460438846956759883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-7098087739582483805</id><published>2008-11-04T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:42:51.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Group</title><content type='html'>So, I am thinking about starting up a support group for women and girls who have lost their mothers. I am working it out in my head. I figure we meet and discuss the issues that we face:&lt;br /&gt;Important events without our moms&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with dads&lt;br /&gt;Dads dating&lt;br /&gt;Sibilings&lt;br /&gt;Taking new roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like that and use each other for support. We talk about memories of our moms and we do fun things also and most importantly we are there for each other when we need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a name yet. Typically these groups are called "Motherless Daughters" but I dont like that name. I have a mother, she is just no longer physically here. If you have an idea let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-7098087739582483805?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7098087739582483805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=7098087739582483805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7098087739582483805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7098087739582483805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/support-group.html' title='Support Group'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-3674831186231809559</id><published>2008-10-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:40:36.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Pink</title><content type='html'>As you can see, my blog is now Pink, in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what's new:&lt;br /&gt;Not much! School is going well, finally got caught up yesterday. Almost caught up on my Bible Study also. It is really hard because I have to think about me. Like one question is what are my talents? or Who has been the most influential person in my life? or my favorite Childhood memory? It's hard to pick one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, far had a great weekend. Got to see Cassie, Derek, Meghan and Matthew Friday night and Saturday I spent doing homework, but I am all caught up and that feels good. I also got to scrap a little for the Bible Study. Today I am going to church and then cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Requests: (if you have time) Cassie and her family. My Grandma and my Aunt Cindy. The financial situation of several of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in History:&lt;br /&gt;1902 - Ray Kroc, Founder of McDonalds was born.&lt;br /&gt;1947 - President Truman gave the first ever Presidential Speech to be televised from the White House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-3674831186231809559?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3674831186231809559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=3674831186231809559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3674831186231809559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/3674831186231809559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/10/gone-pink.html' title='Gone Pink'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-7397004925193898954</id><published>2008-08-23T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:35:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like your life is a dream?&lt;br /&gt;I remember being a children wondering if one day I would wake up and realize I had been dreaming my whole life. That thought comes back to me from time to time. Kind of a weird thought. It would be strange to wake up and realize that my life is different from what I dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One another note: last night I had a dream that I gave birth to a baby girl and I named her Isely. The weirdest part was that they dressed the girl and gave her to me to hold but they did not clean her off, she was still all gooey and whatever, but dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in History.&lt;br /&gt;1926 - Rudolph Valentino died&lt;br /&gt;1960 - Oscar Hammerstein died&lt;br /&gt;1999 - first cases of West Nile Virus reported in NYC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-7397004925193898954?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7397004925193898954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=7397004925193898954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7397004925193898954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7397004925193898954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-thoughts.html' title='weird thoughts'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-2701383790121494900</id><published>2008-07-20T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:51:20.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>So, a lot has been going on in my life recently, hence why I have not posted!&lt;br /&gt;I was housesitting for a friend for a week, which was interesting. I typically do not like to spend time alone but I survived a whole week alone. I also have been going to school, which is crazy because its summer school. The other thing I have been doing is planning a fundraiser, for the Avon Breast Cancer Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in History:&lt;br /&gt;1969 Neil Armstrong walks on the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-2701383790121494900?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2701383790121494900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=2701383790121494900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2701383790121494900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2701383790121494900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-8693769894600673287</id><published>2008-06-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:37:07.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your Laughter is hiding inside of you"</title><content type='html'>Last night in my class, our professor read us a child's book called "The Jester has lost his Jingle." It was written by a young man, 22 years old, who was diagnosed with Hodgkins Disease and he sat down crying when he was diagnosed. He soon noticed how much his crying sounded like laughter and he came up with the idea for this book. Anyways it was a really good book. The parents have produced this book out of their own money. The goal is go get the book into the hands of every child with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their webpage at &lt;a href="http://www.thejester.org/"&gt;http://www.thejester.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in History&lt;br /&gt;1885 - The Statue of Liberty arrived in New York&lt;br /&gt;1945 - "Who's on First?" premieres in a movie&lt;br /&gt;1953 - The Rosenbergs were executed&lt;br /&gt;1954 - Kathleen Turner was born&lt;br /&gt;1977- Elvis records his last live concert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-8693769894600673287?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8693769894600673287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=8693769894600673287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8693769894600673287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8693769894600673287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-laughter-is-hiding-inside-of-you.html' title='&quot;Your Laughter is hiding inside of you&quot;'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-6917860182172132638</id><published>2008-05-29T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:47:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in History.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1942 - Jews were required to sew a yellow star on their clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1943 - Norman Rockwell's portrait of "Rosie the Riveter" was published on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post. The "We can do it" poster is often mistakened for the magazine cover. Here is a picture of the cover:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205996893029914402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SD9ql3bV1yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-sfny8WdbzU/s320/rosietheriveter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote from a song I heard last night: "This is your life. Are you who you want to be?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-6917860182172132638?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6917860182172132638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=6917860182172132638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/6917860182172132638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/6917860182172132638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-in-history.html' title='Today in 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value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOih0MHNmZU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;I was petrified&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinking I could never live&lt;br /&gt;without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;But I spent so many nights&lt;br /&gt;thinking how you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I grew strongI learned how to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and so you're back&lt;br /&gt;from outer space&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in to find you here&lt;br /&gt;with that sad look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;I should have changed my stupid lock&lt;br /&gt;I should have made you leave your key&lt;br /&gt;If I had known for just one second&lt;br /&gt;you'd be back to bother me&lt;br /&gt;Go on now go walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;just turn around now&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're not welcome anymore&lt;br /&gt;weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you think I'd crumble&lt;br /&gt;you think I'd lay down and die&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not I&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;as long as i know how to love&lt;br /&gt;I know I will stay alive&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;br /&gt;and I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;It took all the strength I had&lt;br /&gt;not to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;kept trying hard to mend&lt;br /&gt;the pieces of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and I spent oh so many nights&lt;br /&gt;just feeling sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry&lt;br /&gt;Now I hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;and you see me&lt;br /&gt;somebody new&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that chained up little persons&lt;br /&gt;till in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and so you felt like dropping in&lt;br /&gt;and just expect me to be free&lt;br /&gt;now I'm saving all my loving&lt;br /&gt;for someone who's loving me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Me'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-4119441737034422268</id><published>2008-05-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:20:01.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SCW9ZJb9zRI/AAAAAAAAABs/oKcN7LJ-T6o/s1600-h/mother.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198769584596700434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SCW9ZJb9zRI/AAAAAAAAABs/oKcN7LJ-T6o/s320/mother.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Craig Morgan's "Tough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’s in the kitchen at the crack of dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bacon’s on, coffee’s strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids running wild, taking off their clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If she’s a nervous wreck, well it never shows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takes one to football and one to dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hits the Y for aerobics class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drops by the bank, stops at the store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has on a smile when I walk through the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last to go to bed, she’ll be the first one up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought I was tough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’s strong, pushes on, can’t slow her down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can take anything life dishes out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time Back before she was mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I thought I was tough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We sat there five years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doctors let us know, the test showed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’d have to fight to live, I broke down and cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She held me and said it’s gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wore that wig to church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink ribbon pinned there on her shirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No room for fear, full of faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands held high singing Amazing Grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never once complained, refusing to give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought I was tough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’s strong, pushes on, can’t slow her down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can take anything life dishes out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time Back before she was mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I thought I was tough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’s a gentle word, the sweetest kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A velvet touch against my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve seen her cry, I’ve seen her break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in my eyes, she’ll always be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back before she was mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I thought I was tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Jamie O'Neal's "Somebody's Hero"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's never pulled anyone from a burning building&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's never hit a shot to win the game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's never left her footprints on the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, she's just your everyday average girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(but)She's somebody's hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little kiss is all she needs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The keeper of the cheerios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The voice that brings Snow White to life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bedtime stories every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that smile lets her know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's somebody's hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She didn't get a check every week like a nine-to fiver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she's been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving all her love to her was her life's ambition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now her baby's movin' on, and she'll soon be missin' her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not today, those are tears of joy runnin' down her face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's somebody's heroA hero to her daughter in her wedding dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She gave her wings to leave the nest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle she walks right by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks back into her mother's eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that smile lets her know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's somebody's hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thirty years have flown right past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her daughters' starin' at all the photographs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, but she already is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's somebody's hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hero to her mother in a rockin' chair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She runs a brush through her silver hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The envy of the nursing home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She drops by every afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeds her mama with a spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that smile lets her know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her mother's smile lets her know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's somebody's hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-4119441737034422268?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4119441737034422268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SCW9ZJb9zRI/AAAAAAAAABs/oKcN7LJ-T6o/s72-c/mother.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-560096726653891009</id><published>2008-05-02T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:48:17.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hope Lives when people Remember"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SBsomibDFOI/AAAAAAAAABc/0zrSDfTatzo/s1600-h/memory.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195791237642392802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SBsomibDFOI/AAAAAAAAABc/0zrSDfTatzo/s320/memory.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been over 60 years since the &lt;a href="http://history1900s.about.com/library/holocaust/blholocaust.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Holocaust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; To survivors, the Holocaust remains real and ever-present, but for some others, sixty years makes the Holocaust seem part of ancient history. Year-round we try to teach and inform others about the horrors of the Holocaust. We confront the questions of what happened? How did it happen? How could it happen? Could it happen again? We attempt to fight against ignorance with education and against disbelief with proof.&lt;br /&gt;But there is one day in the year when we make a special effort to remember (Zachor). Upon this one day, we remember those that suffered, those that fought, and those that died. Six million Jews were murdered. Many families were completely decimated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SBspgybDFPI/AAAAAAAAABk/x7R07RZwero/s1600-h/candle_pdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195792238369772786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SBspgybDFPI/AAAAAAAAABk/x7R07RZwero/s320/candle_pdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-560096726653891009?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/560096726653891009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=560096726653891009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/560096726653891009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/560096726653891009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/05/hope-lives-when-people-remember.html' title='&quot;Hope Lives when people Remember&quot;'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SBsomibDFOI/AAAAAAAAABc/0zrSDfTatzo/s72-c/memory.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-8034182602020160248</id><published>2008-04-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:59:30.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 29</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad to see you..delighted that you came&lt;br /&gt;I swear you haven't changed&lt;br /&gt;I called you to tell you, I'm coming home in seven days&lt;br /&gt;In a word it's all arranged&lt;br /&gt;I've been so lonely since I lost my mind, and my patience is wearin' thin&lt;br /&gt;But I feel lucky when I think of you, and how I'll see your face again&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS FINE-APRIL 29&lt;br /&gt;TRY TO BE ON TIME-APRIL 29&lt;br /&gt;I used to be fearful, of the voice inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And all the foolish things it said&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tell me you'll be there-It would be just like old times&lt;br /&gt;April 29I've been so lonely since I lost my mind, and my patience is wearin' thin&lt;br /&gt;But I feel lucky when I think of you, and how I'll see your face again(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the door and...throw away the key&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining-We're finally free&lt;br /&gt;I've been so lonely since I lost my mind, and my patience is wearin' thin&lt;br /&gt;But I feel lucky when I think of you, and how I'll see your face again(CHORUS 2x)&lt;br /&gt;[April 29 Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;2004 - National World War II Memorial opens in D.C.&lt;br /&gt;1992 - Riots erupted in Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;1945 - Dachau liberated&lt;br /&gt;1945 - Eva and Adolf marry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-8034182602020160248?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8034182602020160248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=8034182602020160248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8034182602020160248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/8034182602020160248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-29.html' title='April 29'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-4036421735785424153</id><published>2008-04-25T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:25:45.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Famous Americans</title><content type='html'>So, today I was reading in the Smithsonian magazine an article. Some people took a survey of 11th and 12th grade students asking them to list who they thought were the top 10 most famous Americans excluding Presidents and their wives. They thought they would pick people like: Paris Hilton and Britney Spears. To their surprise they did not. This is the results from the article:&lt;br /&gt;1. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rosa Parks&lt;br /&gt;3. Harriet Tubman&lt;br /&gt;4. Susan B. Anthony&lt;br /&gt;5. Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;6. Amelia Earhart&lt;br /&gt;7. Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;8. Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;9. Thomas Edison&lt;br /&gt;10. Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was curious so today I was at a middle school. I asked two classes to write down their top ten. One class was 6th graders and the other was 7th and 8th graders. Here is what they picked:&lt;br /&gt;6th graders:&lt;br /&gt;1. George Lopez&lt;br /&gt;2. Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;3. Tupac&lt;br /&gt;4. Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;5. Easy E&lt;br /&gt;6. Rosa Parks&lt;br /&gt;7. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;8. Usher&lt;br /&gt;9. Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;10. was a tie between Jennifer Lopez, the Game, Selena, Daddy Yankee and Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th and 8th Graders:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cesar Chavez&lt;br /&gt;2. Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;3. Lewis and Clark&lt;br /&gt;4. Micheal Jackson&lt;br /&gt;5. Oprah&lt;br /&gt;6. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;7. Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;8. Clara Barton&lt;br /&gt;9. Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;10. Nicholas Cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today I was accepted into the credential program at CSUDH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-4036421735785424153?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4036421735785424153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=4036421735785424153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/4036421735785424153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/4036421735785424153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-10-famous-americans.html' title='Top 10 Famous Americans'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-4496335934126213151</id><published>2008-04-23T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:09:47.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Pit Moshing with Jesus</title><content type='html'>Lots of interesting things from Bible Study tonight. The topic was Heaven and Hell. One person asked about the idea of different levels of Heaven, because in the bible it says you get into Heaven because you believe in Jesus Christ but it also says that you will be rewarded for what you do. My Pastor said, but he made a joke about being closer in the orchestra to Jesus and someone said we are in the Pit, and the Pastor responded by saying we are in the pit moshing with Jesus. Trust me it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;           We read this passage from Matthew 7:15-20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15"Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. 16By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? 17Likewise every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. 18A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. 19Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 20Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my fruit is good fruit. Meaning that I hope people can see my faith in the things that I do. I hope that people read this and recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1564 - William Shakespeare was born&lt;br /&gt;1616 - William Shakespeare died&lt;br /&gt;1969 - Sirhan Sirhan (convicted of assassinating Robert Kennedy) receives the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;1956 - Elvis debuts in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;1954 - Hank Aaron hits his first MLB Homerun.&lt;br /&gt;1975 - President Ford announces that the Vietnam War is over for America.&lt;br /&gt;1988 - My cousin Brittany Jewels was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-4496335934126213151?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4496335934126213151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=4496335934126213151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/4496335934126213151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/4496335934126213151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-pit-moshing-with-jesus.html' title='In the Pit Moshing with Jesus'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-7576779719901926427</id><published>2008-04-22T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:02:58.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Earth Day! Commit yourself to do something good for Mother Earth today! To see what other people are doing check out &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/earthday08/"&gt;http://www.google.com/earthday08/&lt;/a&gt;. As for me, I am going to make a bigger effort to recycle and use less energy in the house and encourage others to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in History:&lt;br /&gt;1970: The First Earth Day is celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;1937: Jack Nicholson is born.&lt;br /&gt;1994: Presiden Nixon dies.&lt;br /&gt;1945: Hitler admits defeat.&lt;br /&gt;1886: Ohio makes seduction illegal. For men who are instructors of women. (its quite funny check it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do&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/5193589695327509990-7576779719901926427?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7576779719901926427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=7576779719901926427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7576779719901926427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/7576779719901926427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day!'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-2018255186433951218</id><published>2008-04-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:15:41.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Statistics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/get-information/statistics/sexual-assault-victims"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1 out of every 6 American women have been the victims of an attempted or completed rape in their lifetime (14.8% completed rape; 2.8% attempted rape).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;17.7 million American women have been victims of attempted or completed rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;9 of every 10 rape victims were female in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;While about 80% of all victims are white, minorities are somewhat more likely to be attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/get-information/statistics/frequency-of-sexual-assault"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In 2006, there were 272,350 victims of rape, attempted rape, or sexual assault. (These figures do not include victims 12 years old or younger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Every 2 minutes, someone in the U.S. is sexually assaulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Here's the math. According to the U.S. Department of Justice's National Crime Victimization Survey — the country's largest and most reliable crime study — there were 272,350 sexual assaults in 2006 (the most recent data available).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There are 525,600 minutes in a non-leap year. That makes 31,536,000 seconds/year. So, 31,536,00 divided by 272,350 comes out to 1 sexual assault every 116 seconds, or about 1 every 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sexual assault is one of the most underreported crimes, with 60% still being left unreported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Males are the least likely to report a sexual assault, though they make up about 10% of all victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Almost 2/3 of rapes were committed by someone known to the victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;73% of sexual assaults were perpetrated by a non-stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;38% of rapists are a friend or acquaintance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;28% are an intimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;7% are a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/get-information/statistics/reporting-rates"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stats taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/statistics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.rainn.org/statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/get-information/statistics/sexual-assault-offenders"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in History&lt;br /&gt;1956 - Elvis had his first #1 Hit, &lt;em&gt;Heartbreak Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1989 - &lt;/em&gt;Chinese students begin protest in Tianamen Square&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-2018255186433951218?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2018255186433951218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=2018255186433951218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2018255186433951218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2018255186433951218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/autism-awareness-month.html' title='April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-2051116045192357119</id><published>2008-04-16T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:02:22.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stamp Out Hunger and VT</title><content type='html'>I always wonder about what is going on to help people here in America. I know that people in other countries need help but I feel like we spend too much money and time helping other people and not enough on helping ourselves. Here is a great way to help out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of year is here again when millions of Americans combine forces for Stamp Out Hunger™ —the nation's largest annual single-day food drive! To learn more, visit &lt;a href="http://www.helpstampouthunger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;HelpStampOutHunger.com&lt;/a&gt;.EVERY PERSON MAKES A DIFFERENCE!We need your help spreading the word. Forward this message to your friends and family too and help get them involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT STAMP OUT HUNGER™On Saturday May 10th, letter carriers in more than 10,000 communities will collect food items and deliver them to local food banks to help some of the millions of Americans, including an estimated 13 million children, who face hunger every day.Since 1993, families have donated more than a half-billion pounds of food to Stamp Out Hunger™. You can help make this year our most successful ever.&lt;br /&gt;Simply place bags filled with nonperishable food items* like canned meats and fish, canned soup, juice, pasta, vegetables, cereal and rice next to your mailbox this Saturday, May 10th.&lt;br /&gt;Your letter carrier will pick up the bags and deliver them to your local food bank.**&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! Your support is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;* Please do not include out-of-date items or those in glass containers.&lt;br /&gt;** If you live in an urban area, check with your letter carrier or bring food to your local post office .and they’ll deliver it to local food banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also today take some time to remember the 32 people who lost their lives last year at &lt;a href="http://www.remembrance.vt.edu/index.html"&gt;Virginia Tech.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-2051116045192357119?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2051116045192357119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=2051116045192357119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2051116045192357119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2051116045192357119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/stamp-out-hunger-and-vt.html' title='Stamp Out Hunger and VT'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-6530439329127285280</id><published>2008-04-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:54:11.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happiness is having friends by your side"</title><content type='html'>Time with friends, makes everything better. Yesterday I went to Disneyland and actually rode rides! Usually we ride a couple but yesterday I rode some that I have not read in quite some time. We went on Space Mountain (like always!), Thunder Mountain, the Matterhorn, and Pirates. I forgot how much I like Thunder Mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today quite a few things happened; here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1865 - President Lincoln was pronounced dead.&lt;br /&gt;1912 - The Titanic sunk and the "Unsinkable Mrs. Brown" became famous.&lt;br /&gt;1924 - Rand McNally releases its first road atlas, and let me personally say THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;1927 - The first footprints were set at Grauman's Chinese Theater. They were from:&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douglas_Fairbanks"&gt; Douglas Fairbanks&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Pickford"&gt;Mary Pickford&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norma_Talmadge"&gt;Norma&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constance_Talmadge"&gt;Constance Talmadge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1947 - Jackie Robinson breaks the color barrier by playing in Major League Baseball on the Brooklyn Dodgers.&lt;br /&gt;1990 - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ava_gardner"&gt;Ava Gardner&lt;/a&gt; dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do&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/5193589695327509990-6530439329127285280?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6530439329127285280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=6530439329127285280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/6530439329127285280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/6530439329127285280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/happiness-is-having-friends-by-your.html' title='&quot;Happiness is having friends by your side&quot;'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-2644731491417746683</id><published>2008-04-14T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:40:20.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of big things today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1775 - First Abolition Society was founded in Philadelphia. Orginally called "The Society for the Relief of Free Negroes Unlawfully Held in Bondage," they changed their name to "Pennsylvania Society for Promoting the Abolition of Slavery and the Relief of Free Negroes Unlawfully Held in Bondage" in 1784.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1818 - The Webster's Dictionary is first published.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1865 - President Abraham Lincoln was fatally shot by John Wilkes Booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1865 - One of the last things Lincoln did before his death was to approve the proposal for the Secret Service. However, the original purpose was to help fight the rise of counterfeit money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1912 - The Titanic hit the iceberg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1935 - Loretta Lynn was born and a major dust bowl storm hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture of me with Mr. Lincoln.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189110511703997186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SANshG5cuwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ztNESq5YXqU/s320/Picture030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-2644731491417746683?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2644731491417746683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=2644731491417746683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2644731491417746683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2644731491417746683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/lots-of-big-things-today.html' title='Lots of big things today.'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SANshG5cuwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ztNESq5YXqU/s72-c/Picture030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-2778971659661093146</id><published>2008-04-11T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:27:26.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“We are a part of all that we have met.” Tenyson</title><content type='html'>Today I am at Downey High, substituting. I found a little booklet of “First Day Activities.” I really liked this one. I wrote it down and then decided to fill it out myself (anything to stay occupied).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 Significant People in shaping your life other than your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. Heather, my sister, she has taught me so much about strength and courage.&lt;br /&gt;2. Meghan, who has always been there for me, since we were like 7 years old, we have been friends and we will be until we are 107!&lt;br /&gt;3. Cassie, I can not begin to explain the way Cassie has helped to shape my life. Just suffice it to say, my life would be very different without her presence.&lt;br /&gt;4. The CG's. They know who they are and why they are significant! I love them!&lt;br /&gt;5. My aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. They have shown me strength, weakness, individuality and courage. Without them I would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-5 Significant Events that have affected You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Something personal that I am not choosing to share.&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom’s death.&lt;br /&gt;3. 9/11&lt;br /&gt;4. Being accepted to CSULB&lt;br /&gt;5. Being a Grand Bethel Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 Possessions or Books that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. My teddy bear, Softy.&lt;br /&gt;2. My pictures of my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;3. The ring my mom gave me.&lt;br /&gt;4. The ring my dad gave me.&lt;br /&gt;5. The book Tuesdays with Morrie, first book to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-5 Long Term Factors that Identify You (i.e. race, gender, birth order, etc)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First born, I was often put in charge.&lt;br /&gt;2. Freckles&lt;br /&gt;3. “White”&lt;br /&gt;4. Spirit/Pride&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-5 Single Adjectives that Describe You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Sweet&lt;br /&gt;2. Caring&lt;br /&gt;3. Timid&lt;br /&gt;4. Silly&lt;br /&gt;5. Creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-5 Topics You Know a Lot About&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Job’s Daughters&lt;br /&gt;2. Breast Cancer Awareness&lt;br /&gt;3. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;4. World War II&lt;br /&gt;5. History, in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Adjectives You want College Admission Directors to Write on Your Folder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. Determined&lt;br /&gt;2. Worthy&lt;br /&gt;3. Ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interesting Things that Happened Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1945 : United States forces liberated a concentration camp in Buchenwald, Germany today. Over Twenty thousand inmates were free today after its capture. Since 1933, approximately 200,000 persons doomed to sadistic death or a living hell passed through the gates of the electrically-charged barbed-wire enclosure as infamous as the camps at Dachau and Oranienburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1968 : President Lyndon Johnson signed the Civil Rights Act of 1968 , prohibiting housing discrimination and providing protection for civil rights workers. President Johnson, voicing outrage at the slaying of Dr. Martin Luther King and the violence that followed it, has signed an historic open-housing bill, The new law will prohibit discrimination in 80 per cent of all housing sales and rentals by 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1970 : NASA launched Apollo 13 , America's third manned moon-landing mission, from Cape Kennedy, Florida today, Two days after launch, an oxygen tank on the spacecraft exploded, forcing the astronauts to abandon their mission. Although they had only a small supply of oxygen, water and power, the Apollo 13 crew managed to safely return to Earth in the spaceship's lunar module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepeoplehistory.com/this-day-in-history.html?gclid=CP-vifrG05ICFQ9aiAodbRlgcw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.thepeoplehistory.com/this-day-in-history.html?gclid=CP-vifrG05ICFQ9aiAodbRlgcw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1997: Alyssa Pataky, passed away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-2778971659661093146?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2778971659661093146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=2778971659661093146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2778971659661093146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/2778971659661093146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-part-of-all-that-we-have-met.html' title='“We are a part of all that we have met.” Tenyson'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-1181775612036070796</id><published>2008-04-10T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:09:09.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reconciliation</title><content type='html'>Last night in my Bible study we discussed &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=54&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:16-21&lt;/a&gt;. This verse talks about reconciliation. According to my Pastor, the church is trying to reconcile "sinners" with God and people with people. I was confused by this concept as was other people in my group. I was wondering what that meant to reconcile with people. Do we have to get along with everyone? We are human, that's not possible. My Pastor said that we are supposed to fix broken relationships. I started thinking about my broken relationships and if I tried to fix them I think it would just make things worse. Maybe I just need to forgive people and if I have done that then maybe that is enough and will make things good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here are some interesting things that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th April 1912 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Titanic sets sail on her maiden voyage from Southampton to New York the Titanic has been described as April 10, 1912: the worlds most luxurious floating hotel, and was only 5 days out when she hit an Iceberg and Sank in the Atlantic with the loss of many lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th April 1970 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Paul McCartney releases his first solo album after rifts between the group and announced that he has split from the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th April 1991:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My baby cousin Tricia Leigh was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th April 2003 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The House passes the bill creating a national Amber Alert system and strengthening child pornography laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepeoplehistory.com/this-day-in-history.html?gclid=CNy5z_mA0pICFQbMiQodCjCShg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.thepeoplehistory.com/this-day-in-history.html?gclid=CNy5z_mA0pICFQbMiQodCjCShg&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/5193589695327509990-1181775612036070796?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1181775612036070796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=1181775612036070796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1181775612036070796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/1181775612036070796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/reconciliation.html' title='reconciliation'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193589695327509990.post-281578166821381261</id><published>2008-04-08T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:23:38.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peace Sign</title><content type='html'>So, this is something that if you know me you know I am all about. PEACE. There are many symbols for peace. Like the Dove and Olive Branch, the Peace Sign, or the "V" symbol with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;    Well, my cousin was wearing a ring with a Peace Sign on it and someone told her it was a broken cross. This is something I have heard before, so I looked it up. I know that anything can be percieved differently to different people, but I wanted to know the origin.&lt;br /&gt;    I went to &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"&gt;www.wikipedia.com&lt;/a&gt; and found some information. The peace sign as we think of it was designed in 1958 by Gerald Holtom for the Campaign of Nuclear Disarmament. It is formed from the semaphoric (flag) signals for the letters N and D (for Nuclear Disarmament), then connecting it to make a circle. You can find more information at &lt;a href="http://www.peacesign.com/"&gt;www.peacesign.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some interesting things I found out about today in history:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1994, Kurt Cobain was found dead at age 27.&lt;/em&gt; I remember this day. A boy I went to school with came to school with Kurt's picture around his neck on a homemade necklace. Strange the things we remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1974, Hank Aaron hit is 715th homerun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my first post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5193589695327509990-281578166821381261?l=maliasrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/281578166821381261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193589695327509990&amp;postID=281578166821381261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/281578166821381261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193589695327509990/posts/default/281578166821381261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliasrambles.blogspot.com/2008/04/peace-sign.html' title='The Peace Sign'/><author><name>malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01293172218562518453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ECwfVWk-k/SfR_FCShf7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9RVT2i5GiZc/S220/picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
