<?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-818886490173241166</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:11:03.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comme des enfants</title><subtitle type='html'>adventures and dreams and ideas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-3028227742821517887</id><published>2010-08-12T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:04:06.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kmagnino.tumblr.com/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive moved to this location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-377518675659709721</id><published>2010-03-31T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:28:58.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>i feel like i'm in a rut.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom thinks its the overwhelmingness (is that a word?) that i'm getting married in fifty nine days..thats kinda the only thing right now that is keeping me sane. i also blame the lack of iron equally the lack of energy. i also blame the season transition thing. change is not pleasant right now. i'm too stubborn for change right now. why can't everything just remain the same?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. done. whining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, fifty nine days, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you betcha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alls i have left is flowers and cake and pie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant wait to post pictures from all the events! tea in birmingham at the end of april, one in nashville being planned right now..so excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! and im going to chicago with two of my besties in a week and a half! yay! me and rach and amanda are gonna get some awesome girl time in. i cant wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4195734082727863417</id><published>2010-03-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:00:04.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saint patricks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i kinda forgot it was saint patricks day today. started noticing all the facebook and twitter posts, people getting excited about the day, talking about plans to drink green beer and all that. don't get me wrong, green beer sounds delicious. but i was curious to know exactly why we celebrate saint patricks day, because i was pretty sure there's more to it than getting wasted and blaming it on the holiday. turns out, Saint Patrick was from Britain and was taken from his home at a young age and was held for six years in captivity in Ireland. during his time as a prisoner, he felt like God spoke to him, telling him to spread the good news of Christ. he began his life as a missionary soon after he escaped from the prison. i read this really beautiful prayer of Saint Patrick, its so amazing. its really long, so i'll share my favorite part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christ on my right, Christ on my left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christ in every eye that sees me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christ in every ear that hears me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I arise today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Through belief in the threeness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Through confession of the oneness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of the Creator of Creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so. its good to know that this day isn't just for drinking guiness and wearing green, but that it is to honor someone who lived out his faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;happy saint patricks day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/818886490173241166-4195734082727863417?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4195734082727863417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4195734082727863417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4195734082727863417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4195734082727863417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/03/saint-patricks.html' title='saint patricks.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-8648815719376150614</id><published>2010-02-27T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:35:14.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;danny and i are sitting at fido. hes reading. im making some wedding plans (clearly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we are embarking on an adventure, of sorts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this time in three months, we will newly weds. newly hitched. can you believe it?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hurry hurry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i feel like we are definitely sitting in that transitional season. a season where good friends are calling less and less, seeing each other more in passing and less in meeting. not because of odds or division. but just because that's how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its bittersweet, ya know? i am so excited about this journey. we are so blessed to be best friends and we get to plan life together, and we have this amazing opportunity to get married. but it is hard, when it feels almost as if i've been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its not the case, i know. its just another stage, another beautiful season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and if we could just get through this winter, and the next three months..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;til then. heres our wedding site, that is still in the works, love it, read it, sign the guest book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mywedding.com/dannyandkellyswedding/"&gt;d+k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-8648815719376150614?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/8648815719376150614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=8648815719376150614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8648815719376150614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8648815719376150614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-2935551343159510318</id><published>2010-02-14T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:41:40.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>enoughs enough.</title><content type='html'>i really like, no, &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;, when people are real. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;real. in the deepest, most purest sense of the word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[not imitation or artificial; genuine.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;please stop. stop being artificial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i also like, no, &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;, when people aren't selfish. when people stop stealing joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;please stop stealing joy. quit being a thief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lately i've been struggling. my joy keeps getting stolen. and my house is so cold. so it isn't helping much. i just don't understand how its justifiable to some to allow their circumstances and situations to drag the people around them down. what makes it ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;im working on patience. im working on grace. im working on mercy. but geez man, somethings gotta give. snap out of it, seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ok. enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps. im getting married in one hundred and four days. 1.0.4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;"the Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;i am one blessed woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-2935551343159510318?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/2935551343159510318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=2935551343159510318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2935551343159510318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2935551343159510318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/02/enoughs-enough.html' title='enoughs enough.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4417159699485182804</id><published>2010-01-30T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:56:47.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snoluha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;we've been snowed in for a couple of days now. which means cabin fever. which means snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; desserts. here you go. enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;step 1. go outside with bowl. get snow. (should be clean) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMOgFUHdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E8kD1C7IjGo/s1600-h/CameraBag_Photo_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMOgFUHdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E8kD1C7IjGo/s320/CameraBag_Photo_1003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621231273942482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;step 2. use half and half, or some sort of milk product. our choice, local hatcher half and half. delish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMPKRbzbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rcwltagmTs4/s1600-h/CameraBag_Photo_1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMPKRbzbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rcwltagmTs4/s320/CameraBag_Photo_1005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621242599067058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;step 3. add a drop of vanilla and some sort of irish cream. we chose carolan's. mmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMOoTheFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wiQoBLL6cdo/s1600-h/CameraBag_Photo_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMOoTheFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wiQoBLL6cdo/s320/CameraBag_Photo_1004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621233481021522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;step 4. mix irish cream concoction with freshly scooped snow and stir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMPd-DGlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-zYVs6AQgNA/s1600-h/CameraBag_Photo_1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMPd-DGlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-zYVs6AQgNA/s320/CameraBag_Photo_1007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621247886465618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;step 5. add coffee from this mornings french press. thank you crema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMPn-4aHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EefqBTHBvfU/s1600-h/CameraBag_Photo_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMPn-4aHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EefqBTHBvfU/s320/CameraBag_Photo_1008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621250574313586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;step 6. grab a spoon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMVSm7sOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1miNCGjmtV4/s1600-h/CameraBag_Photo_1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMVSm7sOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1miNCGjmtV4/s320/CameraBag_Photo_1002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621347915935970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; 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href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/01/snoluha.html' title='snoluha'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S2SMOgFUHdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E8kD1C7IjGo/s72-c/CameraBag_Photo_1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-2542445261910925720</id><published>2010-01-23T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:27:02.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejoicing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday a magical thing happened to a friend of a friend of a friend [i've never met the couple]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they got the child home. from haiti. the story is one of hope and joy and love, and God's beautiful beautiful strength. and i don't even know the details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here is a moving music video, that tells a bit of the story. amos [their newest son] is home with them now. its just miraculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4eZybIXpm8"&gt;amos story &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-2542445261910925720?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/2542445261910925720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=2542445261910925720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2542445261910925720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2542445261910925720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/01/rejoicing.html' title='rejoicing.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-3216148316827547762</id><published>2010-01-21T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:20:26.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>void.</title><content type='html'>in the last few hours, a heavy cloud of discouragement started hanging over me. i've been sitting alone at a coffee shop for several hours, doing school work, researching reception venues, scheduling things, and such. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i had to stop and breathe in, and realize that although i am quite content in this season of my life (i can't help but smile when i think about marrying my best friend, beginning a new stage as a wife, as a help mate) but, i am consumed with the l-word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loneliness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss friendship sometimes (a lot of times) i have great ones, don't get me wrong. i have ones that are incredible, as well as being incredibly busy with life and love and work and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suppose in this season its harder to maintain those friendships. i'm not good at spending my time alone. i've never been good at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just looked outside. minutes ago it was dusk, it was grey. now it is evening, and there is a rain storm. it fits my mood to a T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel grey and rainy and cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-3216148316827547762?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/3216148316827547762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=3216148316827547762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3216148316827547762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3216148316827547762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/01/void.html' title='void.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-1063181005242941177</id><published>2010-01-20T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:21:48.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two of my favorites from our engagement shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S1ctPieL28I/AAAAAAAAAHE/rGiUSJiBphQ/s1600-h/IMG_4618c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S1ctPieL28I/AAAAAAAAAHE/rGiUSJiBphQ/s320/IMG_4618c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428857620793121730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S1ctPAXvoXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_YVsKTnDU1c/s1600-h/IMG_4545c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S1ctPAXvoXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_YVsKTnDU1c/s320/IMG_4545c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428857611639300466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marisaleephoto.com"&gt;marisa mlynarek photo&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/818886490173241166-1063181005242941177?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/1063181005242941177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-1145520930964029091</id><published>2010-01-16T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:55:21.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>embrace.</title><content type='html'>i need to get my creative juices flowing sooner than later. i work way better under pressure. but, im at a creative road block.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. enough of that for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/2009/12/lazy-and-possibly-cheap-girls-guide-to.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;wise words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sesamemedia.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;my morning, as of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fh.org/learn/news/disaster/haiti-rocked-by-powerful-quake?promocode=WA25WD0A2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;help, however you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;off to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/818886490173241166-1145520930964029091?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/1145520930964029091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=1145520930964029091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1145520930964029091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1145520930964029091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/01/embrace.html' title='embrace.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5368013343926860587</id><published>2010-01-10T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:13:37.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>archer hairline?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;currently, i am following several blogs. tonight, i was looking at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pillarboxpost.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;London based blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i love, and came across this: what type are you? type, as in, font, and the meaning behind said font. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am archer hairline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;archer hairline: straightforward with hints of emotion, only seen to those looking closely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love typography. so intriguing, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pentagram.com/what-type-are-you/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  see for yourself, let me know your results! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(just type character into the password section)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-5368013343926860587?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5368013343926860587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5368013343926860587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5368013343926860587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5368013343926860587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/01/archer-hairline.html' title='archer hairline?'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4492895518309710842</id><published>2010-01-08T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:47:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mittens and flowers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S0dg0WTtzGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1yxnr1InSao/s1600-h/CameraBag_Photo_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S0dg0WTtzGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1yxnr1InSao/s200/CameraBag_Photo_1001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424410728648789090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my urban find finally came in the mail today! my poor little hands with now be warm. success! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in other news. im struggling on the topic of flowers. go to a florist? buy wholesale? we are on a budget, so im not certain the best way to go that will be both economically smart as well as beautiful to the eyes. my thoughts thus far have been to buy wholesale and make centerpieces and bouquets myself, but im starting to second guess if i can pull it off. i know nothing about flowers and such. i havent even decided what kind i want yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thoughts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4492895518309710842?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4492895518309710842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4492895518309710842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4492895518309710842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4492895518309710842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/01/mittens-and-flowers.html' title='mittens and flowers.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S0dg0WTtzGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1yxnr1InSao/s72-c/CameraBag_Photo_1001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-2496034181771830848</id><published>2010-01-07T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:42:25.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S0Y5AQ1roDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rNf1rhhAi4g/s1600-h/photo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S0Y5AQ1roDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rNf1rhhAi4g/s320/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424085477897248818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ill take snows days any day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(only if it has to be this cold) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-2496034181771830848?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/2496034181771830848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=2496034181771830848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2496034181771830848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2496034181771830848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-take-snows-days-any-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/S0Y5AQ1roDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rNf1rhhAi4g/s72-c/photo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-996141565448852602</id><published>2010-01-07T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:51:49.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;danny, my roommate lacey, and i watched julie and julia the other night. what an inspiration! to start writing more, to starting cooking more, or learning to cook, rather. (although i do not see myself learning how to de-bone a duck anytime soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but. i decided to revamp my blog a bit, and use this as an outlet, a way of documenting of my adventures as a newly-engaged girl planning a wedding, planning a marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if anything it will be therapy for me, to get ideas out of my jumbled head, a way of sharing lovely discoveries to you, as i dive in to the crazy world of insane wedding planning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(even with a terrible terrible cold, i can still smell what seems to be cinnamon, or nutmeg, in the apartment above mine..how delicious!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;now i must break from writing. it is a snow day here in nashville(with no snow, mind you) it is not a snow day for me, damn those online classes. algebra calls. i'm pondering the idea of paying someone to finish my class for me..hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'll be leaving you (whoever you are) with internet treats so soon! i've been uncovering so many wonderful things in my online searches, so just you wait, soon, very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-996141565448852602?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/996141565448852602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=996141565448852602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/996141565448852602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/996141565448852602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-new.html' title='new new.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-8151679695654327321</id><published>2009-12-27T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:38:09.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the last thirteen days have been more than overwhelming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;its so hard to wrap my mind around the events as of late, how emotions have been on both ends of the spectrum. i have been so incredibly happy the past few weeks. i have been sad and angry to boot. [i swear sometimes im bipolar, or some nonsense like that, but most likely im just overwhelmed and dealing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am engaged to the most amazing man ive ever known. i have so incredibly blessed. honored at that. [place me like a seal over your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, like a seal on your arm; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. it burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. song of solomon 8:6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have such wonderful and supportive friends. how i came across them, i will never know. my heart aches so much knowing that some of my best friends are a million miles away, in different states and different countries. if only nashville was your home too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am scared. i am incredibly excited. i am sitting in my new home. it is a perfect little apartment with hardwood floors and big windows and even bigger trees outside of them. it is cozy. i am excited for the upcoming year. i am ready to put two thousand and nine behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hardest year of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;its funny [and by funny i dont really mean funny at all] how two seconds can change your life forever. how life becomes more real, more destructible, in two seconds. how breathing a last breath is feasible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how incredibly fortunate i am. how incredibly good God is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am ready for two thousand and ten. i am ready for a new chapter and a new story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps. coeur de pirate will hold a special place in my heart. i love her and her music and her singing voice and her piano playing skills. oh. and. her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you. and you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-8151679695654327321?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/8151679695654327321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=8151679695654327321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8151679695654327321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8151679695654327321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/12/fin.html' title='fin.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5886788077340949555</id><published>2009-12-16T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:14:20.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ahem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets start from the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday the fifteenth of december. it was sweet little Kailyn's three year old birthday party. i got her two dr. seuss books. oh, the places you will go! and the sleep book. seriously, so excited to go to a three year olds birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;danny wanted a coffee date before we left, at fido. there were a couple of times where i definitely tried to get out of it so we could just go to the partay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but alas. we went. i picked danny up from his apartment and we went to get coffee at fido. props to D, he was so calm. it was kinda busy..we went to look for a table. we walked towards the back, im super oblivious. sooo. i looked up and saw one of my dearest friends john from wisconsin sitting in the back with kami and david and calen. what the hell? i kinda freaked out, yet, i still had no clue what was going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hugged. it was a good moment. i turned around and saw rachel and lacey. and then i got super confused. and then it happened. i dont really remember much after that, except i kept sayin "oh God this is happening right now" danny got down on one knee. and said "wanna be my wife?" i think i said yes? haha.. i said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perfect moment. pictures to follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveyou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-5886788077340949555?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5886788077340949555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5886788077340949555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5886788077340949555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5886788077340949555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok.html' title='ok.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-2585410521574622194</id><published>2009-11-12T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:20:26.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallwinter.</title><content type='html'>fall quickly fades to winter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how seasons change, and we just miss it. its so hard, with life as busy as it is, to stop. and to breathe. and to embrace the slowly fading green to yellow to red to brown. we almost miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how did it happen? i want it back. i want to slow down. but move fast. have my cake, and eat it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can i make time stop//but get through this season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember last year at this time. it was a hard time. it was a bitter time. not so much in cold weather. but you know when its so cold out and you are completely wrapped up in gloves and scarves and hats and coats, but its still so cold. that bitter "i can't breathe i can't catch my breath" that cold? it was bitter. i just wanted to catch my breath. i just wanted to catch a break. i remember someone said, if we can just get through this winter, then we'll be ok. i hung on to that hope throughout the winter. and then it was spring. in books, in literature, spring represents renewal and rebirth. "Nothing is so beautiful as spring"-hopkins..agreed, sir. i am glad for changing seasons, seasons of growth and movement and changes of color and gloves and hats and cider. and such. i am so so thankful. now if i could just slow down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am looking forward to spring. yes. moving forward, learning as i go, walking side by side, hand in hand, with a loving and supportive man of God, who continually challenges and motivates me to seek after the Lord. and lets me be, wait, no, loves me for, who i am. emotional//loud//crazy//dodgy//mess. ah, yes, you! you are the one i have been waiting for. so glad our paths crossed. and you asked me to be yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[thank you, Jesus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i walked up to my house tonight, my sweet sweet house where i spent the past 11 months seeking and growing and changing. and i stopped. and i crunched a bunch of leaves that were on the sidewalk. and smiled. those little things in life, they create more joy in my heart than a lot of big things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive rambled enough for one evening. its time to sleep. i have an electric blanket now, thanks to my parents. i won't be so cold anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/818886490173241166-2585410521574622194?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/2585410521574622194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=2585410521574622194' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my boyfriend just sent me this photograph. i am in love with it. and him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-2416010065013044505?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/2416010065013044505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=2416010065013044505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2416010065013044505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2416010065013044505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-boyfriend-just-sent-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/StI9JJ3PuuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oiFMmEHdkBY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-1344753125108119333</id><published>2009-10-04T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:19:35.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem.</title><content type='html'>i'm just ready for a new last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i said it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-1344753125108119333?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/1344753125108119333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=1344753125108119333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1344753125108119333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1344753125108119333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahem.html' title='ahem.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-3048869670760294705</id><published>2009-09-26T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:11:39.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wait.</title><content type='html'>i feel like im waiting for something. theres the intense anticipation in my heart, but i cant quite place it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess im just not satisfied with myself. oh to be more talented, more accomplished, financially stable, skinnier, healthier, ________. you get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. how do i get there? i dont really know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today its raining. its been raining for 9 or 10 days. im ready for the sun to come out again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-3048869670760294705?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/3048869670760294705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=3048869670760294705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3048869670760294705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3048869670760294705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/09/wait.html' title='wait.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-1193759704144705125</id><published>2009-09-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:38:41.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about that.</title><content type='html'>i fell asleep in my clothes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all my makeup. this is so not like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up. i was only asleep a second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to move. dont want to budge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this pillow, the one i dont even use, it smells like you. you mixed with aveda, mixed with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me feel safe and sound. and crazy [in a good way] all of the above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll sleep on this pillow. [the one i dont even use]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-1193759704144705125?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/1193759704144705125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=1193759704144705125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1193759704144705125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1193759704144705125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-that.html' title='about that.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-8972213842117391546</id><published>2009-09-11T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:50:50.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/Sqqb8eqFkDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QgO6G2KlhNc/s1600-h/9724_127711752665_507887665_2630585_6082324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/Sqqb8eqFkDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QgO6G2KlhNc/s320/9724_127711752665_507887665_2630585_6082324_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380284168171524146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-8972213842117391546?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/8972213842117391546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=8972213842117391546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8972213842117391546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8972213842117391546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/Sqqb8eqFkDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QgO6G2KlhNc/s72-c/9724_127711752665_507887665_2630585_6082324_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-7833866691672953054</id><published>2009-08-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:26:39.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell is going on?</title><content type='html'>ok. sheesh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything &lt;/i&gt;is new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i quit school today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take it back, i withdrew from watkins today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heartbreaking. but. i feel like its the right thing to do. i have a passion for art and photography. and im stuck and my passion is slowing drifting. i dont want that to go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i've decided to be wise, and get a degree in either business or communications, and dive in to photography on my terms, as much and as often as possible. i will have more time to do this, so im really excited. i dont have any doubts. whatsoever.  and i feel really supported by most of the people in my life, i feel super encouraged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new new new. what the heck is happening? whirlwind, i tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so excited/blessed/honored/overwhelmed. love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-7833866691672953054?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/7833866691672953054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=7833866691672953054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/7833866691672953054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/7833866691672953054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hell-is-going-on.html' title='what the hell is going on?'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4577739155274431807</id><published>2009-08-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:54:28.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok hi.</title><content type='html'>first things first. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is so much newness going on, i think im going to explode. its nuts. i am incredibly blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i quit starbucks. praise the Lord. i have a week left. i can make it through the drama for a week [i think] i got a job with &lt;a href="http://aveda.aveda.com/aboutaveda/renewable_energy.asp"&gt;Aveda&lt;/a&gt;, and i am so excited. i believe in the product, and i believe in the company. good things ahead =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh. aaaay phone. yep. see ya later verizon and your crappy blackberry. i joined the at&amp;amp;t family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh duh. hello boyfriend. i got one of them. and he, he is outstanding. best friends first, that is the way to go. i am terribly fond of him [danny]. we are sickeningly happy. so, that is new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im going back to school in a week. bittersweet. summer got better toward the end, but its time to get back in the swing of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life has a sweet spirit about it right now. God is faithful, and i am excited for Gods provision and words for the future.  &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4577739155274431807?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4577739155274431807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4577739155274431807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4577739155274431807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4577739155274431807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-hi.html' title='ok hi.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-8665336495189299640</id><published>2009-07-14T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:14:02.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vent.</title><content type='html'>im frustrated with friends who arent friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i just have high expectations? maybe i just hope for friendships that are meaningful. closer than a brother[sister]-friends. go out of their way-friends. considerate selfless-friends. not flavor of the week or month. because i am that far too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im really over that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im just expecting what im giving. i've given so much. it seems i dont have anything left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-8665336495189299640?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/8665336495189299640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=8665336495189299640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8665336495189299640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8665336495189299640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/07/vent.html' title='vent.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-9060504761560885943</id><published>2009-07-10T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:56:28.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>support.</title><content type='html'>i want to make art that is worth something. not monetary. worth something bigger. that is thought provoking. causes change. causes hope. changes someones life. i'd be ok if something i produced or created improved one single persons life. i'd be ok with that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to paint a massive tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately my heart has wanted something bigger. bigger than me. i want to be a part of change. at least, if anything, i want to see change in this life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things you should look at [please]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;tom's shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. do it. they are causing change. in a unique way. its beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloodwatermission.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;blood:water mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. clean water. enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/default.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;compassion international&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. child sponsorship. i've been doing it for years, and it has been a remarkable impact in my own life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.mochaclub.org/mochaclub/welcome"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;mocha club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. there are so many needs. just so many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. i believe in hope. and i believe every single human being should have some. i just believe that. we are so fortunate. so blessed. lets spread some of those blessings to those who arent as fortunate. life is just too short. way too short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-9060504761560885943?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/9060504761560885943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=9060504761560885943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/9060504761560885943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/9060504761560885943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/07/support.html' title='support.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4523099970137947682</id><published>2009-07-04T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:34:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trouble. trouble.</title><content type='html'>So. As sweet as this fourth of July gig has been, its also been incredibly boring and slightly uncomfortable. I've been surrounded by more tribal tattoos than I can really imagine, skeevy men who only talk trash about each other and see just how vulgar and filthy they can get their mouths to be, and more disrespect than I care to mention. Shwew. I'm over it. Where are the good men? Seriously. I mean, I'm by no means on the look out on this holiday weekend, but seriously, where are they, in life?!? I know you're out there, sir. I'm not losing hope, but my heart has been less than joyful this weekend. Maybe I'm just naïve, a little too hopeless, ya know? I don't know what it is. I'm gonna soldier on. Maybe I just need a nap. And a shower. Hmm. Oh. Happy fourth of July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4523099970137947682?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4523099970137947682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4523099970137947682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4523099970137947682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4523099970137947682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/07/trouble-trouble.html' title='trouble. trouble.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-9207923744577317307</id><published>2009-07-03T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:07:31.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phone bloggy</title><content type='html'>Today and tomorrow I will drive a golf cart. At the riverfront. Nashville is perfect today. My eye is less black. Come downtown for the fireworks, it should be amazing. From what I'm seeing. Just get here early, bypass some traffic. I love my job this weekend. Easy shmeasy. Oh yeah. I got a car today. In my name. It is a beaut. Ill have it Monday morning, we'll take a ride. Ok. Love you bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-9207923744577317307?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/9207923744577317307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=9207923744577317307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/9207923744577317307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/9207923744577317307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/07/phone-bloggy.html' title='phone bloggy'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-332428305710271825</id><published>2009-06-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:07:22.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes.</title><content type='html'>i think im ready to talk about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last sunday we left late from chicago. maybe 7pm. noticed as we were getting gas in the west suburbs that the battery was acting a bit odd, wasnt cranking as quickly as it normally does, but figured, lets not stop unless its necessary, lets just get home. we ended up in kentucky about midnight. indiana is a bitch. really. how long does it take to drive through. anyway. we had to get gas. as soon as i filled up, i tried cranking. the batterys gone. how the heck are we going to remedy this. praise the Lord that a young couple jumped the car, but what a bummer that i would have to take my car in to get a new battery or a new something on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sang the entire paramore record at the top of our lungs. we tried to outdo each other on lame songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to country for a bit. i started with some johnny, and then one thing led to another and we were on taylor swifts record. i didnt mind. it was about 2 in the morning. we were so close to tennessee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were two, maybe three, deer staring at me. i will never ever forget their eyes. it just happened so quickly. i swerved to the left, then over corrected and spun. emilia said thats when we flipped. three or four times. praise God i dont remember. i remember closing my eyes. and then opening them. and looking for my phone. but i was sitting on the ceiling of my car. and there was stuff everywhere. i mean, everywhere. and there was this noise. i can not get it out of my head. i wish i could. it was this voice. repeating over and over again. i dont know what he was saying. he just kept saying something over and over and over. it was so loud. i dont remember getting out of the car, but i remember being really confused. and i looked at my car and i just remember thinking, oh man that sucks, why is it upside down, my parents are gonna be so mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ambulance came. i was so confused. emilia was so calm. they took her in the ambulance first. then i got in, on a stretcher. she was crying. i dont know what it was, but i started singing. "what would you do if i sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me, lend me your ear and i'll sing you a song, and i'll try not to sing out of key" emilia loves the beatles. with her whole heart. i think it helped calm her fears. her and the EMT chatted about favorite beatles, and whatnot. i asked if i had all my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest is still a blur. i hated how the hospital smelled. they cut my earring out. i had to get an IV. sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave us new life. an awakening. i dont know what it means. i dont know what he has for us. i do know, however, that we basically kissed death, and walked away from it. without a broken bone. sure, some bumps and bruises, some headaches and some emotional scarring. but we lived. we are alive to see another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is good news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have learned lots in the past week. about people. about friendships. gosh. i am thankful to those who stepped up and took over, when i didnt know what i needed. when i just needed someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-332428305710271825?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/332428305710271825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=332428305710271825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/332428305710271825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/332428305710271825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-goes.html' title='here goes.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-6573419133574379218</id><published>2009-06-23T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:50:25.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok twenty five. ok.</title><content type='html'>well. it happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twenty five came. in the most interesting of ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chicago is a lovely town. i want to live there some day. in wicker park. i do not want to live in the cold. but i could learn to love it, maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming back from chicago was the worst experience of my life. except singing though the entire paramore riot record with emilia. i crashed my car. we flipped. multiple times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we should not have walked away from that. we shouldnt have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i know is, God is good. he is so good. i mean, i dont think its really hit me yet. but i know i have a black eye. and em has a hurt knee. we both have some scratches and bruises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we walked away. from an upside down car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so good. once i come down from the shock, maybe ill be able to process it more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-6573419133574379218?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/6573419133574379218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=6573419133574379218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/6573419133574379218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/6573419133574379218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-twenty-five-ok.html' title='ok twenty five. ok.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5308996565049600339</id><published>2009-06-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:45:16.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happyness.</title><content type='html'>and in one week and one day. i will be twenty five. sheesh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of you who know me know that i am only slightly panicking. the idea of twenty five is odd to me. not being that age. but feeling like i havent necessarily done everything i wanted to do before the big 2 5, or feeling under accomplished. it sucks. but its more or less all in my head (because i look like im twenty, ha) society has conditioned us to believe that if we arent successful or married or having babies in our mid twenties that we are behind, that we are lacking something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. epiphany. hit me. like a ton of bricks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is just silly. and i am silly for believing that. its just not true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is how we make it. [cliche/ wah wah] its true.  its not about time lines and status quo's and expectations that just dont make sense sometimes. i am a firm believer that God has things completely under control, that our plans arent necessarily the best ones, that there will always be surprises. its kind of beautiful if ya think about it. not knowing what the heck is going to happen. scary, yes. unbelievably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God is just that good. to hold us and calm our fears and doubts and give us wisdom and guidance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, im back to being super excited about my birthday. seriously. cant wait. its kind of a big deal.  &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-5308996565049600339?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5308996565049600339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5308996565049600339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5308996565049600339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5308996565049600339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/06/happyness.html' title='happyness.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-382596399326257512</id><published>2009-06-07T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:20:32.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swallowed in the [sea]</title><content type='html'>i want to sit behind a rhodes piano, and suddenly know every note and every key. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to visit london. and tokyo. and israel. and africa. and the ocean, yes the ocean. i want to stand and feel the water. we are land locked. stuck. miles and hours away. i feel so small near the water. incredibly small and incredibly safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to ride my bicycle. with basket in tow. to get popsicles. and lay in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to see brand new things and paint and be inspired by people. all sorts of people. all kinds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my thought is this: this life is so short. blink of an eye short. so lets live. and love. a lot. live life to its fullest. serving and giving and loving.  and hoping. lots of hope. full of hope. and joy, yes that too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am stressed. but calm. God is good. always. he just cant be anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[coldplay is inspiring]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/Siw8g6tXTnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3zY1vDGxzmg/s1600-h/coldplay_pics_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/Siw8g6tXTnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3zY1vDGxzmg/s320/coldplay_pics_main.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344713393994944114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;You cut me down a tree&lt;br /&gt;And brought it back to me&lt;br /&gt;And that's what made me see&lt;br /&gt;Where I was going wrong&lt;br /&gt;You put me on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;And kept me for yourself&lt;br /&gt;I can only blame myself&lt;br /&gt;You can only blame me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could write a song&lt;br /&gt;A hundred miles long&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's where I belong&lt;br /&gt;And you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could write it down&lt;br /&gt;Or spread it all around&lt;br /&gt;Get lost and then get found&lt;br /&gt;Or swallowed in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put me on a line&lt;br /&gt;And hung me out to dry&lt;br /&gt;And darling that's when I&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut me down to size&lt;br /&gt;And opened up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Made me realize&lt;br /&gt;What I could not see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could write a book&lt;br /&gt;The one they'll say that shook&lt;br /&gt;The world, and then it took&lt;br /&gt;It took it back from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could write it down&lt;br /&gt;Or spread it all around&lt;br /&gt;Get lost and then get found&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Not swallowed in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could write a song&lt;br /&gt;A hundred miles long&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's where I belong&lt;br /&gt;And you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets you're walking on&lt;br /&gt;A thousand houses long&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's where I belong&lt;br /&gt;And you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what good is it to live&lt;br /&gt;With nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;Forget but not forgive&lt;br /&gt;Not loving all you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the streets you're walking on&lt;br /&gt;A thousand houses long&lt;br /&gt;Well that's where I belong&lt;br /&gt;And you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;Not swallowed in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;Not swallowed in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;Not swallowed in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-382596399326257512?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/382596399326257512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=382596399326257512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/382596399326257512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/382596399326257512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/06/swallowed-in-sea.html' title='swallowed in the [sea]'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/Siw8g6tXTnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3zY1vDGxzmg/s72-c/coldplay_pics_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-7577590705796903693</id><published>2009-06-03T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:54:35.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just redeemed a ton of free music on itunes. thanks starbucks for a free song every week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last couple of weeks and days have been spent in reflection and reevaluation. on who i am and who i've become. i feel like i've spent the last few months in a fog. trying to justify my actions and my complacency. when thats not who i am. i am not negative. im not hopeless. i have joy. i have a lot of life in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is revealing his goodness to me. not that i had forgotten. but i am more aware. more aware of his wonderful character and his huge amounts of grace. i guess it is true that truly being broken and rock bottom will allow your senses to become even more aware of just how much we need him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont have it all together. i dont claim to. im ok with that. i dont want to be in control. if my plans were the right ones, it would just be a dodgy mess. ha. im thankful that he knows what is best for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now if i could just learn a little patience. seriouslyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this guy told me tonight that if girls would just chase guys a little more then it would make things easier. brother, its just not how its meant to be. be a man. sorry. this girl will not be chasing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you Lord for your words and your truth. this is what love looks like [and i will never lose hope]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"You have made my heart beat faster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;my sister, my bride; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;With a single strand of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;necklace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;better is your love than wine, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;nd the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;fragrance of your oils than all kinds of spices!" Song of Solomon 4:9-10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-7577590705796903693?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/7577590705796903693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=7577590705796903693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/7577590705796903693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/7577590705796903693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-redeemed-ton-of-free-music-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-934003520989124507</id><published>2009-05-28T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:50:42.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there is a need.</title><content type='html'>i need to go to africa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[tell of His glory among the nations, His wonderful deeds among the peoples]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-934003520989124507?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/934003520989124507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=934003520989124507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/934003520989124507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/934003520989124507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-need.html' title='there is a need.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4752832101273480534</id><published>2009-05-26T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:44:07.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the wreck i rise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i try my best to read oswald chamber's 'my utmost for his highest' every day. the language and vernacular is, at times, hard to get through, but for the most part it is incredibly encouraging and thought provoking. i keep going back to the entry from the nineteenth of may. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myutmost.org/05/0519.html"&gt;http://www.myutmost.org/05/0519.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God's love is bigger than our own understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Either Jesus Christ is a deceiver and Paul is deluded, or some extraordinary thing happens to a man who holds on to the love of God when the odds are all against God's character. Logic is silenced in the face of every one of these things. Only one thing can account for it - the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;love of God in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; "Out of the wreck I rise" every time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what a beautiful statement. that it's not about us. not even close. and His grace, his wonderful grace, we get it, no thanks to our merit, but luckily, because He is just so great and full of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what a relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;summer is here. i want to ride my bike. but i need someone to ride with me. because im a little scared, traffic and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok. i am taking a trip this summer. somewhere. i have no idea where yet. but im just going to do it. i'll let ya know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4752832101273480534?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4752832101273480534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4752832101273480534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4752832101273480534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4752832101273480534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-wreck-i-rise.html' title='out of the wreck i rise.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4506447968531479533</id><published>2009-05-13T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:38:00.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soap box</title><content type='html'>dear nashville allergies. why you gotta be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving along.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother's womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.” psalm 139:13and14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lets just think about this. fearfully and wonderfully made. we are. we were created,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;wonderfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. what a beautiful thought. that me, this girl who, like so many other girls, doesnt always love how she looks, gets frustrated more often that not, but was fearfully and wonderfully created. with purpose. with a plan, a goal in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i have been encouraged so much lately by my friends that i am, in deed, a catch. that there is someone that my Father has created specifically and intricately for me. my dear friend katherine put it well when she said  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What our beautiful father has instore for you.....is unmeasurably perfect love. An adventure all it's own. And he will climb the highest tower for you, fight for you, share with and delight in you." [thank you miss]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;now. i am so excited for that. absolutely. i like adventures. that dont make sense. but somehow fit. im ready and willing. all you gotta do is give it a shot. right? right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have two friendship bracelets on. and i have a-symmetrical hair now. i've been drinking water constantly for the past two days and still feel a bit dehydrated. hmm. i did not watch the season finale of lost, nor have i seen last weeks episode? but i am going to leave work 20 minutes early tomorrow night to see the finale of greys. i mean, this sister has to see that. and i think we are going to chicago for a couple of days on my birthday. twenty five. that is just another blog all together. =) haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just be honest. be black and white. a little straightforwardness never hurt anyone. [and that is the longest word i have ever seen]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4506447968531479533?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4506447968531479533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4506447968531479533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4506447968531479533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4506447968531479533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/05/soap-box.html' title='soap box'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-3729343070803076360</id><published>2009-05-06T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:00:16.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re:love</title><content type='html'>kickin around the idea of traveling to the mediterranean next year. can you imagine? greece. italy. cyprus. taking a boat to damascus. i want this to happen. more or less, i need it to happen. pray it works out. God willing, our adventure will be tentatively scheduled for early summer 2010. join us. seriously. i want to see the world with you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was emotionally moved by a documentary called &lt;a href="http://www.kids-with-cameras.org/bornintobrothels/"&gt;Born Into Brothels&lt;/a&gt;. i believe it came out about four years ago, about the red light district in Calcutta, India, and the children that live there. they inspire me to be a better person. to live a life serving others and spreading hope. i was moved. please watch if you havent already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also. i bought tom's today. grey ones. in turn, a pair was given to a child in need of shoes. i am continuously inspired and moved and encouraged that there are good people out there, trying to make a difference in this world. that people realize that this life is too short, and there is a great need. there is a need for light and hope in darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone today told me that if they could describe me in one word, that they would say 'love'. im not saying this to give myself points, by no means. because, at the end of the day, i have a selfish heart a lot of the time. but the fact of the matter is, God has given me a huge heart to love people, even when i dont have to strength to do so. i am grateful for that. because sometimes i dont want to love. or i dont want to believe in it. but i just cant shake it. i believe it. i hope for it. i see it in so many things, in people, in art, in music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am incredibly honored and humbled to see with eyes like that. because i certainly dont deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-3729343070803076360?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/3729343070803076360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=3729343070803076360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3729343070803076360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3729343070803076360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/05/relove.html' title='re:love'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5082975814434739085</id><published>2009-05-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:05:07.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lend me your ears and i'll sing you a song</title><content type='html'>hokay so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am currently in an oversized grey hoodie. sitting on the couch. in birmingham. being here is so uncomfortable. dont get me wrong. i love my family. i love this house. i love memories of growing up here, running through the woods behind the house to hang out with the neighborhood kids, riding bicycles in the front, waiting to hear the ice cream truck bells, theres just so many. but i feel like i've grown out of this town. i feel unfit, out of place. its ok. i do love nashville with my whole heart. i love its newness, its possibilities, the community, the magic. i wish i had the ability to steal every one of my friends who do not live in nash and relocate them to my neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life has its ups and downs right now. i am content with that. it has this calm sweetness about it, that i absolutely love. i feel close to God, i feel as if he's an old friend i want to get coffee with often and learn and grow and laugh and cry with. i am really excited about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres a tornado warning at the moment. hey, weather, can you just cut it out? kthanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current events have challenged me to raise the bar a bit, in the department of a future mate. integrity and humility are absolutely make or breaks. and pursuit. absolutely. i am a catch, mister.. ha. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my latest tattoo is nicely turning into conversations about my hope and comfort, and i am so thankful for that. its so great to see how God can use anything for his glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, across the universe, i know i was late in watching your movie and listening to your soundtrack, but thank you thank you for all that you are. i am currently obsessed. thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;death cab next week. fun, in bham, in a few weeks. coldplay in a month. music music! i love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[summertime two thousand nine equals holga photoshoots on the trampoline. holla]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-5082975814434739085?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5082975814434739085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5082975814434739085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5082975814434739085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5082975814434739085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/05/lend-me-your-ears-and-ill-sing-you-song.html' title='lend me your ears and i&apos;ll sing you a song'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-2154090652690565668</id><published>2009-04-23T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:10:18.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>firecracker.</title><content type='html'>i havent slept a lot lately. partially because its nearing the end of the semester. tests and due dates and portfolios and drawings and such. partially because my mind is completely full, thoughts of the summer, making plans, figuring out where to escape to for my twenty-fifth [the one we do not speak of]. and partially because my heart is tired. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have slowly come to the realization that even though something sounds good, and it makes sense in my pseudo-logical brain, it is indeed, quite the opposite. my initial reaction is to justify actions, or read in to words and thoughts. but that just lets me down. i just let me down. and i suppose i will settle with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also, amongst that realization, i began to reevaluate and reconsider just what it is i am looking for. in someone. forever. not that i will begin to make this laundry list for you. but i do know i dont want to chase. i dont want to pursue. i dont want to play games. black. and white. i want integrity. and i want to be wanted. not in a sexual way, but i want to be fought for. make sense? i dont know. and once you have me. i will fight for you. deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on. putting it to rest. for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just read this. enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it is up to all of us to illuminate the world" philippe venier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[that is truth]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-2154090652690565668?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/2154090652690565668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=2154090652690565668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2154090652690565668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2154090652690565668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/04/firecracker.html' title='firecracker.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5815739469291127449</id><published>2009-04-21T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:10:32.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes. im endearing.</title><content type='html'>head is achy. as is heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight was an adventure. music is good. magical like mary poppins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one week left. and then who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to get out. and explore. i sure could use a bit of company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summertime list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.catch in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.popsicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.traveling. anywhere. i want to see water and mountain and city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.side walk chalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.trampoline. aka. skinny legs 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.mixed media. watercolor. photograph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.bicycle. and her basket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;additions to follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or everything you lost and all you overcome, i wanna be the one to put it in a song, take every single tear for all the world to hear, i wanna be the one to put it in a song and make it last forever" [fun]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-5815739469291127449?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5815739469291127449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5815739469291127449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5815739469291127449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5815739469291127449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-im-endearing.html' title='yes. im endearing.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-1878793114958017985</id><published>2009-04-18T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:06:07.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frozen.</title><content type='html'>frozen solid.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a brick wall. and i am frozen solid. thousands and thousands of words ready to be said. but stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw a beautiful picture of love today. of friendship and acceptance and true commitment. something i long for. and i know will happen. in timing that i'm still not completely comfortable with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just so ready to get these words out. they deserve to be out. i cant hardly bare it. i want to breathe a little easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-1878793114958017985?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/1878793114958017985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=1878793114958017985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1878793114958017985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1878793114958017985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/04/frozen.html' title='frozen.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-3639827913021253644</id><published>2009-04-13T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:27:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skinny.</title><content type='html'>i want skinny legs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all. really. [so vain]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not like im large. i just want skinny legs. damn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news. schools out in a few weeks. and then its...what? hmm. transfer out of that store. to another. possibly. maybe i'll get a merch job for the summer and travel a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i'll meet a boy and we will play catch in the park and lay around and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and laugh. maybeeeee. im down for that. and bike rides. soon enough. with ipods playing old eisley songs like trolley wood. that. is. perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two of my best friends are getting married this year. one in a week. and one in a few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i better catch that damn bouquet. just sayin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-3639827913021253644?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/3639827913021253644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=3639827913021253644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3639827913021253644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3639827913021253644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/04/skinny.html' title='skinny.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4275871242499351099</id><published>2009-04-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:43:42.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once.</title><content type='html'>done with this. i want out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired of falling and hoping and falling some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a record player. stuck on repeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ideal. lay in a field. where its warm and not cold. greens and blues are warm and alive. it is seventy degrees. and you are there. and you'll sing. and i will too. and lets laugh. and take naps. because thats what love looks like to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4275871242499351099?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4275871242499351099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4275871242499351099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4275871242499351099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4275871242499351099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/04/once.html' title='once.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-117147467082636349</id><published>2009-03-30T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:14:12.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fin</title><content type='html'>first of all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have come to the conclusion that sometimes giving up is really the best option. the smartest move. holding on has not proved beneficial thus far. keeping hope has only brought me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so where do i go from here? i am really not sure. i still seek clarity and wisdom. i still hold on to logic and caution. but i want so badly to be that girl again. the one who jumps. the one who doesnt look before crossing the street, but just trusts. the one who hears the word whim and feels safe. where did she go? she got this damn tattoo once for this very purpose..on a whim, to be as open and honest and free as possible. what happened to her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see her around the corner. hiding. scared. pensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and ps. what is this season we all are in? cant it be black and white? and cant we just be super honest? and what happened to the pursuit? what does that look like? i want to know, so i can be on the look out. ive never really seen it. im not so sure. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war, and ribbons of euphoria. Orange is young, full of daring, but its very unsteady for the first go round. My yellow in this case is not so mellow, In fact I’m trying to say it’s frightened like me, and all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, giving my life to a rainbow like you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-117147467082636349?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/117147467082636349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=117147467082636349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/117147467082636349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/117147467082636349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/03/fin.html' title='fin'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-6062731746354429776</id><published>2009-03-26T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:04:42.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>torn.</title><content type='html'>need to stop. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slow down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pause. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess who got herself stuck in a whirlwind of chaos and emotion. yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i figure, i'm gonna let you down. i'm gonna mess things up. [you, whoever that is. its relative. shit. you might not even exist] i'm not going to make you happy all the time. i'm going to cry. and i'm going to do dumb things. can you look that over though? would you? can you embrace that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you. you're gonna fail me. you will. you'll hurt me. and you'll probably be mean once or twice. or ten times. could i love you anyway? yeah. i want to. i know i can. and i'm really good at it. loving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a month left of school for the spring semester. and then it is summer time. and then it is traveling time. pray things work out. i want to see new things. and take photographs. and meet new people. and be alone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things im currently into:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tea. every night. sitting on the front porch. bon iver[skinnylove]. old things, like books and dresses. windows down, anywhere and everywhere. this new tattoo i am getting so very soon. watercolor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i deleted myspace. holla. i win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight little love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-6062731746354429776?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/6062731746354429776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=6062731746354429776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/6062731746354429776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/6062731746354429776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/03/torn.html' title='torn.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-6635499377780656824</id><published>2009-03-24T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:01:19.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>the winter has said goodbye. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sitting on the front porch. its raining. but warm. theres a parliment in my hand. the smoke feels good. sidenote. i am not a smoker. truth. i partake occasionally. im ok with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why has this night been so incredibly lonely? [because you arent here. whoever you are]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to remember that grey's anatomy will always make me cry. hence, this emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;winter has passed and spring has begun. time for new growth and new life and all sorts of newness. travel is the plan for the late spring and summer. i need to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its raining harder. against the gutter by my bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lacey let me borrow her copy of rob bell's&lt;i&gt; sex god&lt;/i&gt;. i read the chapter entitled &lt;i&gt;johnny and june&lt;/i&gt; a dozen times, partly because i love them, and partly for encouragement that the silly whimsical beautiful extravagant love that i believe in, is actually feasible. i went deeper and i read this. and it broke my heart and kicked my ass. its out of the chapter called &lt;i&gt;worth dying for&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[speaking on a relationship that is not necessarily the happiest]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"if he's good, she comes near, but if he fails, she stays at a distance. her affections, her actions, and ultimately her love become conditional. not agape. agape doesn't love somebody because they're worthy. agape makes them worthy by the strength and power of its love. agape doesn't love somebody because they're beautiful. agape loves in such a way that it makes them beautiful. there is a love &lt;i&gt;because,&lt;/i&gt; love &lt;i&gt;in order to, for the purpose of, &lt;/i&gt;and then theres love, period. agape doesnt need a reason." page one twenty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again, my faith in love, in this beautiful agape love, is restored. no exceptions. no ifs this or ifs that. love. period. and i will stand in that. and fight for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. im getting a new tattoo. yes. new new! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you mean it. and i mean it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-6635499377780656824?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/6635499377780656824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=6635499377780656824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/6635499377780656824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/6635499377780656824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4844499343888465303</id><published>2009-03-17T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:40:44.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah. about that.</title><content type='html'>i am more confused than ever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clarity. seriously. i need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because my heart feels like it could explode. thats for real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do you do when you feel so big about something, something that is good, but know that theres not a whole lot of hope in it? like, the possibility of it working out isn't even feasible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish it was feasible. i wish it would work. what the hell is my problem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i feel inadequate. like i dont measure up. and im pretty sure i totally put that on myself. but i hate this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im messy.  it happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4844499343888465303?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4844499343888465303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4844499343888465303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4844499343888465303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4844499343888465303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-about-that.html' title='yeah. about that.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-2214853961996860535</id><published>2009-03-12T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:39:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lists.</title><content type='html'>updates.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a holga. she is wonderful. i will take photographs everyday during spring break and show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love isnt real. atleast not today. oh, and apparently its mostly terrible. how good to know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my computer keeps getting used without permission. and i am pretty much over it. thanks for spilling salsa on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hot yoga. it was kind of awesome. and kind of awful. i want to get better at it before i go back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is still good. and still a comforter and a healer and a bestfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the semester is over in a less than two months. praise Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dudes still lead girls on. and girls are still crazy. and we read into actions that dont mean a damn thing. sorry, that just sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im writing letters and sending pictures. i hope you like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spring break started about seven hours ago. it was liberating walking out of those doors. tough semesterrrr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music is starting to inspire me again. for awhile, i couldnt even listen to it without getting super angry or super sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found a church that i feel safe at. and i havent felt that in a really long time. it feels like a community. and i welcome that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. time for sleep is now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. christopher martin and his band mates are coming in june. and i can not wait for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-2214853961996860535?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/2214853961996860535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=2214853961996860535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2214853961996860535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2214853961996860535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/03/lists.html' title='lists.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-2820874476504867693</id><published>2009-02-24T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:51:14.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn, burn, burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i miss koolaid. and jump ropes. and skinned knees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my hands are cracked. partially from the millions of dishes i wash when i'm at work. partially from this cold winter. developing photos in the dark room does not help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i went on a 'cleanse' of raw fruits and vegetables. it was supposed to be for seven days. i started it on thursday evening. and i'm eating chips and hummus right now.  i didnt last. we'll work on the pursuit of healthy living some other time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;right now i am completely at a loss. i am sitting on the couch, watching tv. i havent done this in months. literally. i dont have time anymore. for little things. like naps. and making cupcakes. and watching movies. and crosswords. i dont even have enough time to do decent school work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i want so much to feel confident in my work. i want to feel like i am moving forward and learning, but i am at a stand still. i feel like i dont even have enough time to put the effort that decent work deserves. and its stealing my joy. being mediocre, feeling like i am capable of something better or bigger, but not having one free second [or atleast so it seems] to practice and become a better artist slash photographer. if only i had enough money to pay my bills, so that i wouldnt have to work. doesnt that sound beautiful? [yeah, it does]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God really knows how to shake me up, however. thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;todays random verse i read. how funny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Then he continued, "Do not be afraid, Daniel. Since the first day that you set your mind to gain understanding and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard, and I have come in response to them." daniel 10:12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even in this middle of this mess ive gotten myself in,  God completely wrecks me and pulls me up and gives me hope. to which i am forever thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-2820874476504867693?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/2820874476504867693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=2820874476504867693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2820874476504867693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/2820874476504867693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/02/burn-burn-burn.html' title='burn, burn, burn.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5671866999964033954</id><published>2009-02-09T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:53:44.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear sir.</title><content type='html'>today is good. i'm sitting at fido. skipping my first class of the year. i feel pretty great about it. play list is called 'poppins'. right now. modest mouse, float on. before, muse, butterflies and hurricanes. next, arcade fire, rebellion(lies). its sixty degrees. someone just waved at me from their car. this. day. is. perfect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok one thing. boys treat girls really badly sometimes. not to say that girls arent crazy or selfish or all that nonsense. but i wonder. do boys consider feelings as important? do our hearts matter? and is it always going to be this way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont think it is. and ive been burned a lot. to the point of no hope? no sir. i do believe in love that gives and takes. i believe in love that is magical like in a fairy tale. one that is strong and logical. one that stays up all night talking and laughing and learning and growing. and then goes to get coffee in the early morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is real. i promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side note. im doing pilates. and trying to run. and its awesome. but awful. i love this weather. please dont leave us spring. i heard rumors you were a tease. dont be. k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love. its real. i'm excited to meet you and walk through life with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then, kelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-5671866999964033954?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5671866999964033954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5671866999964033954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5671866999964033954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5671866999964033954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-sir.html' title='dear sir.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-6094863546968672929</id><published>2009-01-29T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:26:00.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres a song that will linger, forever in our ears, oh hard times, come again no more..</title><content type='html'>[life] give us a break. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today has been one of the hardest days i have experienced in quite some time. more than heart break. more than the loss of a friend. feeling completely and utterly useless and helpless. trying to get somewhere and having to wait to get there, anxiously awaiting seeing someone i care about more than life be in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things become clearer, i gain a little bit more perspective. i start asking a lot more questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the hell are we doing? seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im wasting my time. i mean. i feel productive. i feel responsible. i dont really have shallow relationships. but i guess i just feel like im wasting my time. i believe in being part of something bigger, and im just looking at it in the distance. im not proactively getting involved. i want to take part. im just sitting around, waiting for something. there in lies the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i waiting on? maybe a different job, a new atmosphere with new people and new circumstances? possibly. a college degree? so what, then i have a piece of paper to put on a wall and thousands of dollars in debt..? not sure about that one. am i waiting on him, that one, the one ive been searching for some time now? sure, why not. i guess i am. [hi. i know you're out there, cant wait to meet you.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;needless to say, i am challenging myself [and sure, why not you as well] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets walk through this life together. becoming part of something bigger. being truth and being hope and being love. not just saying it. but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; it. [the fact of existing; existence]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amelie taught me the first time i watched to changing someones life is absolutely possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please read. and imagine. *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;amelie: [to the blind man] "Let me help you. Step down. Here we go! The drum major's widow! She's worn his coat since the day he died. The horse's head has lost an ear! That's the florist laughing. He has crinkly eyes. In the bakery window, lollipops. Smell that! They're giving out melon slices! Sugarplum, ice cream! We're passing the park butcher. Ham, 79 francs. Spareribs, 45! Now the cheese shop. Picadors are 12.90. Cabecaus 23.50. A baby's watching a dog that's watching the chickens. Now we're at the kiosk by the metro. I'll leave you here&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. time for sleep is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/SYKdH_h61RI/AAAAAAAAADE/IReA_Vj9jNY/s1600-h/amelie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/SYKdH_h61RI/AAAAAAAAADE/IReA_Vj9jNY/s320/amelie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296968872379471122" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/818886490173241166-6094863546968672929?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/6094863546968672929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=6094863546968672929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/6094863546968672929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/6094863546968672929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-song-that-will-linger-forever-in.html' title='theres a song that will linger, forever in our ears, oh hard times, come again no more..'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/SYKdH_h61RI/AAAAAAAAADE/IReA_Vj9jNY/s72-c/amelie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-583185290585264059</id><published>2009-01-25T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:28:49.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could always have the smell of incense surrounding me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish that pain was only temporary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could take things back. i have regrets more often than not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had more to say, and i wish i could have said those words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish that love was enough. but maybe it is. im not so sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could live in amelie or finding neverland. they both seem so much better than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here. &lt;/span&gt;atleast right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do not wish for more sleet or snow. mixed precipitation. whatever the heck that means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am wishing so many things, and need not wish anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pray this new season will come sooner rather than later. that new season [i hope] looks something like this: healed hearts. less stress over finances (because honestly, money will always be an issue, and there will never be enough). making memories. sharing stories. laughter. photoshoots (please). growing up. embracing circumstances. holding hands. more naps. business planning. constructive critiques. coffee dates. adventures. pursuit. seeking God together. walking through life in community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am looking forward to this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will embrace the uncomfortable one i am in right now. i just need a little kick in the face to remind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[come. here.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;from finding neverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J.M Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Here you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: What's this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J.M Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: All great writers begin with a good leather binding and a respectable title. Open it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: [reads] "The Boy Castaways: Being a record of the terrible adventures of the brothers Davies, faithfully set forth by Peter Llewelyn Davies." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J.M. Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Kipling would swallow his own ear for a title like that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I still have no idea what to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J.M. Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Write about anything. Write about your family, write about the talking whale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: What whale? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J.M. Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:  The one that's trapped in your imagination and desperate to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-583185290585264059?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/583185290585264059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=583185290585264059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/583185290585264059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/583185290585264059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-i-could-always-have-smell-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-8710570875536166561</id><published>2009-01-22T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:43:30.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was drinkin bloody marys in the south..</title><content type='html'>i am tired of being an adult. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am tired of making grown up decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am tired feeling out of line or out of control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wanna watch mary poppins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do not understand why everything feels out of place and why i feel so alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am tired of barely hanging on, barely making ends meet. i want to catch a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[and i want you to catch a break too]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does it seem that even though (maybe) i feel like i am doing everything close to right, but everything surrounding me is being held on by a little thread? make sense? not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am happy and lucky. amongst other things. but i am overwhelmed and in need of some refreshment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thoughts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-8710570875536166561?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/8710570875536166561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=8710570875536166561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8710570875536166561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8710570875536166561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-drinkin-bloody-marys-in-south.html' title='i was drinkin bloody marys in the south..'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5835123453706096001</id><published>2009-01-15T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:01:24.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter song.</title><content type='html'>someone said recently that if we could just get through the winter, then we would be ok. we'd make it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am ready to get through this winter. im ready to see it in my rare view mirror, quickly diminishing into the horizon. i am ready for spring. for new birth and new life and warmth and safety. i cant help but feel alone and isolated. i am learning more and more about this wilderness, and God's purpose in it. how he gets completely alone, slightly uncomfortable, and shapes our hearts in ways we cant even begin to understand. i feel as though i am on the outskirts of that hope. seeing God about to move. waiting (impatiently, mind you) anticipating something big and outrageous, or something small and perfectly fitting. if i can only make it through the winter, i think i'll be ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know me better than  i know myself. you know my heart, you understand it. let me be content in this season of coldness and solitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-5835123453706096001?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5835123453706096001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5835123453706096001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5835123453706096001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5835123453706096001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-song.html' title='winter song.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-3735622952852231873</id><published>2009-01-09T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:23:22.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna cycle, recycle revenge.</title><content type='html'>my hair smells of parliments. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my day was surrounded by some aspect of pain. talking about pain. experiencing pain. causing different levels of pain. witnessing pain. one friend said that it is inevitable. i suppose it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is it that people hurt others? why is it that boys mislead? why are girls are crazy? why do friends act selfish? why is it that people dont communicate? why dont we cut each other slack, why dont we give a little grace? im guilty more and more every day. why is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive come to a cross roads in my life. not necessarily a quarter life crisis. because im not in crisis. perhaps a few more days in art school and i might feel a little more panicked, but i am in no crisis. i am blessed beyond imagine. i have a wonderful loving family that would do anything and everything to help me. i have ridiculously amazing friends who love me even in my weaknesses. my new home is by far the best place i've ever slept, despite the fact that my doors still dont have curtains. i have food in the pantry, a roof over my head, a small paycheck that somehow pays the bills, and enough room to fit every coffee mug that i own. so no, there is no crisis. i guess this cross roads is a wake up call, and how fitting it has come in this new year, with all this newness consuming me. it is a wake up call for me to figure out just who the hell im going to be. its a reminder, for me to stop looking around the corner, to stop looking for the next best thing. because honestly, i am quite happy with my surroundings. im content with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess what im trying to say is that im finally content with the pain i have gone through, and although im sure ive caused some pain (and i hate that i have), i assume everything happens for a reason. it is a chance for us to grow and stretch and learn and become better people. right? im banking on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. im not sure how this ends. my ramblings have made me tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i love you. and i mean it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-3735622952852231873?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/3735622952852231873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=3735622952852231873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3735622952852231873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3735622952852231873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-wanna-cycle-recycle-revenge.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna cycle, recycle revenge.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-8770255921288635571</id><published>2008-12-22T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:54:26.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday.</title><content type='html'>i am posted up in the guest room at my parents house. it is so weird being a guest in a house that i lived in for ten plus years. the bed i slept in for many of those years seems so small. the room, its so..guest room like, for lack of a better term. i feel like a visiting cousin or aunt. its ok. i chose to move away. and i dont regret that. atleast this room isnt filled with work out equipment. how cliche. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im listening to this lovely record by explosions in the sky that a dear friend encouraged me to listen to. the titles are so insightful, and although there are no lyrics, the titles of each song fit perfectly with the music. i can feel what the artists were trying to convey. good job guys. the name of the record is "the earth is not a cold dead place". and they're right. its not. quite the opposite. my favorite song so far is "your hand in mine". i like it. a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. i am one of the slackers that has yet to purchase any presents for christmas. can i just make you all cards or pictures or something? i am not a shopper, too much pressure. geez. why did i wait this long?? but. i am going to urban outfitters. and that is always a happy time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-8770255921288635571?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/8770255921288635571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=8770255921288635571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8770255921288635571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8770255921288635571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday.html' title='holiday.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-7243011100364808187</id><published>2008-12-13T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:51:02.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm safer on the jetway, than a world without love.</title><content type='html'>so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sitting alone in north carolina. its a cold place. maybe i would enjoy it more if i was a)awake and not completely exhausted or b)if i had gotten out and seen the city or done interesting things here. but i've seen the inside of a van for hours upon hours; the inside of a sketch, but warm, ramada; the inside of cute college radio station which happened to be the location of my short but much needed nap for today; the inside of the worst idea ever which happened to be walking through an asian market place to kill time, for the market is next to the venue which is also next to the local karate place; the inside of a starbucks that i found to be set up quite poorly; and the inside of this cute little venue called cafe jam where everlife will be playing shortly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i keep questioning, what am i doing? i mean, obviously, im sitting here around the beautifully decorated Christmas merch table, selling merch, meeting people and realizing more and more how awkward i can be, but more and more how much my heart loves people. to be fortunate enough to travel around and see people in different walks of life, it really is such an honor. so there lies my question, what am i really doing? am i pursuing that love? i'm not sure. i keep second guessing art school. not that its the right thing to do, or that God completely opened that door when other doors were slammed shut. but what am i going to do with that? i dont have any answers yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we watched aladdin in the van last night. well, we did not. me and advil pm were friends, but quickly became enemies because i did not sleep much. but, aladdin was playing, and i vaguely remember listening to the genie. if life were that easy, to have a magical genie that i could become BFF with who could answer all my questions and wishes..life, however, is not so easy. perhaps at times. its challenging and rewarding and exciting and frustrating and new and wonderful and refreshing...and all that..im challenged daily. but life is quite refreshing right now. even amongst the questions, i am content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really like flannel. and gloves. and death cabs photo album. and christmas lights. and sitting at fido. i need to do that right when i get home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-7243011100364808187?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/7243011100364808187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=7243011100364808187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/7243011100364808187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/7243011100364808187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-im-safer-on-jetway-than-world.html' title='i think i&apos;m safer on the jetway, than a world without love.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-9071839422545587018</id><published>2008-12-08T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:27:12.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grace.</title><content type='html'>i just woke up from an amazing nap.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except that i think i had a bad dream. but i woke up. and im still alive. and everything is the same. and life is as it should be. so for that, it was an amazing nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has been speaking, no, yelling (in his sweet but powerful voice) truth to my heart in the last few days. about who i am. who He has wonderfully made me to become. what His plans are for me. i always say "His thoughts are not my thoughts, His plans are not my plans". it really is true. and i am thankful every moment for that. my plans are always messy. my thoughts are sometimes troubled. but thank you Lord for having it all together, and having a plan bigger than me. something that doesnt usually make sense, or go along with what i think is ideal. because, lets be honest. i am a dodgy mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i picked up my worn out copy of the ragamuffin gospel today. it is my go to. when i want something quickly, that i know i will find. something underlined with exclamation marks that screams "hey you, look how small you are! and look how big He is! " something that would give me a little bit of grace and little bit of light. i found a few paragraphs to share. of God's character. the character that ive known and seen so evidently in my life these last few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;page sixty three through sixty four. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"mark notes carefully that Jesus picked them [the children] up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one by one, &lt;/span&gt;cradled them and gave them His blessing. my friend robert frost comments: 'i am so glad Jesus didnt suggest they group all the children together for a sort of general blessing because he was tired. instead he took time to hold each child close to his heart and to earnestly pray for them all...then they joyfully scampered off to bed. one of tenderly reminded of a beautiful messianic passage from the prophets. "He will feed his flock like a shepherd, he will gather the lambs in his arms, he will carry them in his bosom, and will gently lead those that have their young' (isaiah 40:11). i think there is a lesson here for anyone who would seek to set any kind of false condition &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;just who should be recipients of Gods grace. He blessed them all." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;notes: he blessed each one. each one of us he held. the children freely accepted and left joyfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we are all recipients of His grace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-9071839422545587018?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/9071839422545587018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=9071839422545587018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/9071839422545587018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/9071839422545587018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/12/grace.html' title='grace.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-3233704098983403405</id><published>2008-12-04T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:42:00.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's gotten late, and now i want to be alone..</title><content type='html'>the countdown has begun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twenty six days until i move from this house that ive loved so much. but am anxiously ready to leave. twenty six days until we get to move into something wonderful and bigger with closet space and kitchen space and another sweet roommate. thank the lord for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and twenty six days until we move into our studio. what? yes. a beautiful wonderful studio that is ours for the taking. god is so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and twenty six days until i leave this year behind..i am thankful for that. i learned a lot. ive grown a lot. but it is definitely time for oh nine. seriously. dear two thousand and eight, ive loved you. but ive also hated you. and its time to move on. love, kelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought a song called imaginary girl because it was in this cute commercial for a kenmore washer. a little boy who loves his little hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for our house warming part(ies), we ask not for warmth from alcoholic beverages, but art or pillows or decorative knick knacks or tea or kitchen utensils or rugs..anything of that nature. we should register...we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;register. hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to get curtains for my dining room bed room. boy am i excited. i drove by yesterday. and tonight. i waved at our lovely home.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also need a bench to go on our porch, for early morning and/or late night coffee talks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ps. i need to be friends with taylor swift. love story and white horse are kicking my ass. thank you thank you thank you for those two songs. absolutely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-3233704098983403405?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/3233704098983403405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=3233704098983403405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3233704098983403405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/3233704098983403405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-gotten-late-and-now-i-want-to-be.html' title='it&apos;s gotten late, and now i want to be alone..'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4597359632802843604</id><published>2008-12-01T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:47:08.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/STTLWcWFExI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g1cweAAbW_Y/s1600-h/112927_DSCN0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/STTLWcWFExI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g1cweAAbW_Y/s320/112927_DSCN0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275064649984054034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our new little home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am way freaking excited about that. excited that we move out on the first of january two thousand and nine. how symbolic. im so glad to get out of this house and move on to better thing. god is so good, and hes still mending my broken heart..and the future is looking brighter and brighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do need a new job though. i think. maybe. any suggestions? from all of you who dont really read this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4597359632802843604?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4597359632802843604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4597359632802843604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4597359632802843604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4597359632802843604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-new-little-home.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/STTLWcWFExI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g1cweAAbW_Y/s72-c/112927_DSCN0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4334879900184960278</id><published>2008-11-30T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:48:42.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"if through my cracked and dusty dime store lips, i spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;why does ray always make me think and ponder? im not sure. but he does. and im glad. until i start over thinking. and then that gets annoying..life just doesnt make any sense. i feel like im spinning out of control. i want to slow down. i want things to calm down. seriously. could you just stop? every bit. get out of my head. get out of my thoughts. k? thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4334879900184960278?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4334879900184960278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4334879900184960278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4334879900184960278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4334879900184960278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/11/empty.html' title='empty.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-1716281238363708629</id><published>2008-11-29T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:36:09.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/STFFOsKPqSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xXl3vhJyohw/s1600-h/l_7860bce4e8f153d199f169b15a20c550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/STFFOsKPqSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xXl3vhJyohw/s320/l_7860bce4e8f153d199f169b15a20c550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274072757302176034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend for life is engaged. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jean is engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably more excited than ive ever been. well. really really excited. seriously? yes, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so happy for your little heart, my love. you deserve a prince, for you are a princess. god has been so good and so faithful to you. i have been fortunate enough to see this journey and walk with you in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. now i will drive impulsively four hours to hug you and hold your hand and meet your fiance! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-1716281238363708629?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/1716281238363708629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=1716281238363708629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1716281238363708629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/1716281238363708629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-best-friend-for-life-is-engaged.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/STFFOsKPqSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xXl3vhJyohw/s72-c/l_7860bce4e8f153d199f169b15a20c550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5507276582691786909</id><published>2008-11-27T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:49:08.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go cry about it, why dont you...</title><content type='html'>i'm eating a day old scone. but i mean, its really that gross or anything. because scones are supposed to be kinda hard. im not above eating day old scones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gearing up for the madness that is the day after thanksgiving in cool springs. that means, give yourself at least 30 to 40 extra minutes to get anywhere. and dont come to starbucks. because i might be sassy to you. not because im sassy. i mean, i am. but because lines will be to the door and cars will be around the corner and i will be sass-a-frass trying to get their damn coffee. but you are more than welcome to come visit =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would like to take this moment to personally thank john mayer for continuum. thank you for writing down my thoughts and my heart and my emotions and making a record and making millions and millions. thank you for the heart of life, because pain does throw my heart to the ground, and bad news never had good timing, and no, it wont all go the way it should...but the heart of life is good... according to john. soo..thanks. tanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanksgiving alone was not all that bad. i wasnt alone. i was surrounded by love and laughter and will farrell and zooey deschanel (who ive decided i want to be when i grow up) and christmas spirit and infamous apple cider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. its off to sleep and dream. im looking forward to two thousand and nine. seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-5507276582691786909?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5507276582691786909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5507276582691786909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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knock'. look it up. i havent taken a good nap in quite awhile. this is my first thanksgiving away from home, and im a bit sad about it. i want a dove tattoo, how cliche. but i dont want another heart tattoo. i dont think. i wish i took better care of myself. new years resolution? probably not. i am moving into a new house. hopefully. it is big and beautiful and i will live in a dining room covered with windows. i'm completely ok with that. we will need furniture. and art too. i never ever want to unpack a starbucks christmas coffee mug box ever again. i dont like it when boys treat girls badly. and when girls let them. that frustrates me. because i do it sometimes. i text too much. i ran over a curb tonight texting. i might cut back. but i doubt it. only because i know myself. i got in to art school. im more scared today than i was yesterday. im impulsive. but not as much as i used to be. i say im a brick wall. but im not really. you can read me like a book. i hope its a good read. i like sleeping on a bus, but only if its warm. i can not, however, sleep in a van. ive learned in the past three weeks how utterly impatient i can be. i apologize if our paths have crossed in that area. im pushing through that. i hate calenders marked and dates circled. and i dont really like eighteen wheelers that much. i finally found an elizabethtown red hat, and its not as amazing as i thought it would be. maybe it will someday soon. i hope so. i have a little rock from lake michigan that is almost the shape of a heart. i love it so much. i say whats on my mind and in my heart a little too much. i feel like a stranger. i need to search for new feathers to put in my hair. i can not wait for this winter to be over, and it has just started. this season is too cold, both physically and emotionally. god is bigger than my circumstances. what good news. im thankful for that. i want a yard gnome and pretty flowers. and i want my bicycle back. i should put up missing bicycle flyers. they stole the basket and the helmet too. atleast they'll be safe. i love my roommate. and i think i will love my new roommate too. did i mention im going to live in a dining room? it will be perfect. im really sleepy. i think i just want someone to hold hands with. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-7418248287874843168?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/7418248287874843168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=7418248287874843168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/7418248287874843168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/7418248287874843168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/11/tanks-giving-time.html' title='tanks giving time.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-5476531951883405136</id><published>2008-11-17T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:07:58.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggity blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/SSIjcUcUYqI/AAAAAAAAABs/4CU7tDzbIfo/s1600-h/Photo+86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/SSIjcUcUYqI/AAAAAAAAABs/4CU7tDzbIfo/s320/Photo+86.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269813483407696546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello old friend. i have missed you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm bundled on the couch in a big blanket. i made homemade apple cider and cooked breakfast for dinner. it is one of my favorite things. i could eat breakfast for any meal. it makes me reminiscent of birmingham, and my mom. i like those memories.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart and my head have been so full lately. so overwhelmed and so heavy. i guess i'm dealing and im coping. and God has held in my heart in His hands for so long. and i am forever grateful for that. i'm reevaluating what life is going to look like. and i'm looking forward to the possibilities and the opportunities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am a brick wall. cant get through this girl. and i have a love hate relationship with that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i keep getting myself into awkward situations. and they are funny. but geez. come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need a life coach. really? really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and art school. what? i can not wait. i am scared to death. i sure hope i dont suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&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/818886490173241166-5476531951883405136?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/5476531951883405136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=5476531951883405136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5476531951883405136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/5476531951883405136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloggity-blog.html' title='bloggity blog.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFOosmb_0Gc/SSIjcUcUYqI/AAAAAAAAABs/4CU7tDzbIfo/s72-c/Photo+86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-8871507116306920003</id><published>2008-09-27T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:36:26.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>brennan manning. the ragamuffin gospel. chapter nine. page one sixty five.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the idea that God is love is certainly not new with Jesus. in fact, it probably wasn't even exclusive to the Judeo-Christian tradition. other men at other times in other parts of the world have thought or hoped or wished that the really REAL, the living God, might actually love them. but Jesus added a note of confidence. he didn't say that maybe God was love, or that it would be nice if God were love. he said, GOD IS LOVE-period. but there is more to the message of Jesus. he insisted that his Father is crazy with love, that God is a kooky God who can scarcely bear to be without us." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-8871507116306920003?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/8871507116306920003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=8871507116306920003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8871507116306920003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8871507116306920003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-4497517396253359085</id><published>2008-09-24T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:39:25.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohemgee</title><content type='html'>fido is the most interesting place to watch people. there really is no telling what genre of person will walk in next. the skeavy dude with the denim threads and barely washed hair slash teeth. the doctors who stare uncomfortably at my face. (i decide its merely my perfect bone structure..?) the vanderbilt. the belmont. the hipster. the scenester. the musician. the very sleepy barista who sits here at this very computer, and curiously asks herself, "why havent i taken a nap?" and "why am i not working on these essays that await their fate in seven days?". and i cant really answer that question. lack of focus. too much distraction. lack of sleep. too much coffee. not sure. all i know is..seven photos. two kick ass essays one stellar application. due in less than a week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-4497517396253359085?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/4497517396253359085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=4497517396253359085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4497517396253359085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/4497517396253359085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/09/ohemgee.html' title='ohemgee'/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818886490173241166.post-8936131327072654921</id><published>2008-09-23T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:24:01.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have one week to take awesome pictures and write awesome papers and get into college. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818886490173241166-8936131327072654921?l=idaretohope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/feeds/8936131327072654921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818886490173241166&amp;postID=8936131327072654921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8936131327072654921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818886490173241166/posts/default/8936131327072654921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idaretohope.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-one-week-to-take-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly magnino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBN_khVUJw/TVjODgrb1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nf4UTGr_DM4/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
