<?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-15992191</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:47:00.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im your biggest fan!</title><subtitle type='html'>The musings and inner thinkings of my mind. Read at your own risk. Craziness is contagious, but then again, so is happiness. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wondergirl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09628605389262181124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15992191.post-112750562435000839</id><published>2005-09-23T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:00:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah me! heres some latest pics of the fam...now that i know how to do this, get ready for picturefest 2005!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/heathermaegraham/toungue.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Zane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/heathermaegraham/soulmates.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/heathermaegraham/fidel.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fidel Castro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15992191-112750562435000839?l=twoahwgpm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/feeds/112750562435000839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15992191&amp;postID=112750562435000839' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default/112750562435000839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default/112750562435000839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/2005/09/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!!!'/><author><name>Wondergirl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09628605389262181124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15992191.post-112561146064827300</id><published>2005-09-01T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:51:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaney Brainy!!~</title><content type='html'>So we all know Zane is crazy. He is a wild rambunctious little boy. Its fun to see the different traits that he inherited from Ian and myself. He definitly got Ians stubborness, and my wild streak (and thankfully, my social skills) One thing we are not sure of, is where he got his cleverness. Last night, when it was time for bed, Ian put Zaneys talking Dora book on the top of his dresser, so he would not stay up all night playing with it. Well a half-hour later, i hear it..."back pack, backpack...." Not only has Zane moved a chair all the way across his room to his dresser, but after climbing up to get the book, he took the time to move the chair all the way back so we would never know! There is never a dull moment in our house, thats for sure! Zanes vocabulary is growing at such a fast rate, its really amazing! In a week he went from saying "all done" to now "i dont want it" He's favorite past time right now is either play fighting with Rebekah James (who is now soley referred to as Bad Guy) and watching School House Rocks and his Little Einstien video. Its amazing how interactive he is with the television, he picks up all kinds of things! He surprised Ian this morning, Ian was saying goodbye to him, and said "bye zaney i love you" and zane looked right back at him, and said: i wuv you too daddy...im pretty sure i saw a couple tears in ians eyes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15992191-112561146064827300?l=twoahwgpm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/feeds/112561146064827300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15992191&amp;postID=112561146064827300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default/112561146064827300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default/112561146064827300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/2005/09/zaney-brainy.html' title='Zaney Brainy!!~'/><author><name>Wondergirl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09628605389262181124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15992191.post-112544270538641965</id><published>2005-08-30T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:48:33.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of this blog..</title><content type='html'>So, I believe all Blogs need a purpose, and my Blogs purpose is to appreciate people. Every few days, or honestly, whenever i darn well feel like it, I will post a blog honoring someone who I have recently appreciated. It can be for whatever reason, or no reason at all. Feel free to leave your comments about this blog worthy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that has inspired this blog, is one who i truly appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the greatest laugh of all time, especially on the phone. Its one of those full belly, throw your head back kind of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;You will never leave her house with an empty stomach. She wont even be mad when you say you dont want to stay at her stinky house unless you get some dinner. In fact, she probably give you dinner AND ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she is Thirty-something, you can still talk to her about silly girl stuff, and giggle about cute boys, and totally gossip (but never cruelly) about all the random people in life. &lt;br /&gt;She seriously cares about why Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston broke up.&lt;br /&gt;She gets a sense of pride when you walk in her house and open her fridge like you own the place. &lt;br /&gt;She knows how to stick up for herself, without bringing others down.&lt;br /&gt;She sends me letters in the mail even though she lives (*tear* lived) right across the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thats not enough to help you figure out who it is, there is no hope for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate Elizabeth (or as i call her, abizabet) Overton!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15992191-112544270538641965?l=twoahwgpm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/feeds/112544270538641965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15992191&amp;postID=112544270538641965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default/112544270538641965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default/112544270538641965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/2005/08/purpose-of-this-blog.html' title='The Purpose of this blog..'/><author><name>Wondergirl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09628605389262181124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15992191.post-112542040133212521</id><published>2005-08-30T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T09:46:41.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As sand in the hour glass...So our the days of our lives...</title><content type='html'>Its funny how things can be going along just fine, your feeling comfortable in all aspects of your life, and then all of the sudden, before you know it, everything gets turned upside down. Thats about where im at right now. Im re-evaluating every aspect of my life, with the main pursuit being the pursuit of happiness. I dont have time for people or things that bring me sorrow or stress. Life is too short. So im cutting my loses. Im eliminating the negative, and working on building up my positives. I could not be happier.&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously blessed in the past month, blessed with both insight into myself, and into my future. I have recieved great clarity through consistant prayer. I feel a sense of peace that I am finally figuring things out. Heavenly Father has blessed me with some amazing people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian-My soul mate. Without him I would not be who I am today. In a sense, we have grown up together. From two kids who fell fast and hard for eachother, too adults who respect and cherish the love that we know some people search for their whole lives, but we were lucky enough to find at such an early age. Ian loves me for everything I am, and everything im not. He gets me, and lets me float like the butterfly that I am. His love is unconditional, and it is the one constant thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane-He has taught me so much about myself. I have seen bits of myself in him that I would of never known i had. He has showed me some of my greatest strengths, and challenged some of my greatest weaknesses. Im learning to take things more seriously. He is my pride and joy, and has helped me to know my priorities, the important things in life, and he has given me the courage to strive for those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family- I have learned so much from them, good and bad. I have learned to stress the good, and forgive the bad. Everyone deserves a second chance in life. Nobody can make me laugh harder, or cry harder then my family. I have learned the fulfillment that comes from living the simple life. The importance of shooting stars, open fields, and friendly neighbors. I will always be a small town girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Parents-in-Love- I have learned so much from Bruce and Suzette. They have both been key in helping me to develop my testimony, they opened their home to me when my own home was not very inviting. They let me steal their son, and allowed us develop an amazing friendship. They are always their to talk, and offer advice (when asked for it). Their home has become my second home, a safe haven where i can lie in the front room watching out the window, and just BE. No responsibilities, no pressure, just me, the couch, and Mildred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings-in-Love- You are all amazing people. I have come to know you, your significant others, and your children as my family. You have opened your homes and your hearts to me. I am very greatful for all of you.Especially for Elizabeths friendship(and pressure to start this blog), we have become fast friends, and venting partners, we can complain about our children, our husbands, and the curveballs life throws us, without the other one taking us too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And we will always have warm brownies, vanilla ice cream, and hot caramel and fudge....mmmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15992191-112542040133212521?l=twoahwgpm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/feeds/112542040133212521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15992191&amp;postID=112542040133212521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default/112542040133212521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15992191/posts/default/112542040133212521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoahwgpm.blogspot.com/2005/08/as-sand-in-hour-glassso-our-days-of.html' title='As sand in the hour glass...So our the days of our lives...'/><author><name>Wondergirl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09628605389262181124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
