<?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-3628941</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:31:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of Rae-Rae</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily Events</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-111041901257525942</id><published>2005-03-09T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:43:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God damn, how can you be such a prick?What’s wrong with telling the girl who pours her heart out to you how you REALLY feel?Now I am really fucking paranoid to tell a dude how I feel about him. I feel like that will just scare him off.I don’t think I will ever tell a guy I like him and want to get to know him better again.Fuck shit fuck shit fuckity fuck shit.I suppose I should thank you for not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/111041901257525942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/111041901257525942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111041901257525942' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-110868759876187573</id><published>2005-02-17T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T16:46:38.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a picture of my friend Mandy and I.  I am the one on the left.  I don't look too bad, do I?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/110868759876187573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/110868759876187573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110868759876187573' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-110868655554297317</id><published>2005-02-17T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T16:29:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, we are now almost two months into 2005.  The time is flying by, that's for sure.  I have a goal to get my divorce paperwork started by the end of the month.  My ex says he will pay for some of the cost.  I am not counting on it, but if he makes good on the promise, then that is awesome.  I just turned 29 last week.  This year my birthday fell on Mardi Gras.  I had the best birthday ever.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/110868655554297317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/110868655554297317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110868655554297317' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-110126079426644554</id><published>2004-11-23T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:45:44.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, what a year this has been. I know it isn't over yet, but it feels sort of like it is and that makes me happy. I am looking forward to making a fresh start come Jan 1, 2005. I don't really know what that is going to entail, but I am ready for it. The people who know me, know that I have split up with my husband earlier this year and moved out into my own apartment. I am still at the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/110126079426644554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/110126079426644554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110126079426644554' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-109406929755724393</id><published>2004-09-01T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:44:52.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! I am soooo good at keeping up with this blog thing. NOT!! I guess life has just been flowing along, taking its own shape. I just read my first 4 posts and things haven't changed that much in the last 4 months. I live alone now in my own apartment. I still have no car, but that is by choice. I figure if I work on paying debt off, next year sometime I will be able to get any car I want. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/109406929755724393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/109406929755724393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109406929755724393' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-108337259160273475</id><published>2004-04-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:54:03.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew, the week is finally over!  Could it have been longer?  Nope... don't think so!!  I am ready for the weekend and ready to celebrate "National Scrapbooking Day" tomorrow!!  I just got invited to a party that one of the guys from work is DJing.  That is cool, I think I might check it out, just to see some eye candy ;D  The DJ is wayyyyyyy cute.  I think I might have a tiny, innocent crush on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/108337259160273475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/108337259160273475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108337259160273475' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-108302553140965343</id><published>2004-04-26T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:29:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess a week has passed since I wrote last... Wow! Does time ever fly by fast!! I found it very helpful to write in my blog last week. I had an okay week. I have decided to look for a job where I can scrapbook or at least be around that creative juices flowing environment! I am so freakin' bored with my current position. Can't even concentrate on the easiest and simplest tasks. Well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/108302553140965343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/108302553140965343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108302553140965343' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-108250639923161024</id><published>2004-04-20T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:46:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can life be more shitty than on this day? I don't think so. I have had about 4 months of hell and am in for 4 more that are just going to suck as much.Let's start at the top. I am leaving my s.o. of 8 years and moving to FL. I have no car. I am leaving my apartment and all of the furnishings in it. I am basically only taking my clothes, money, and scrapbooking stuff. Maybe a few of my personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/108250639923161024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/108250639923161024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108250639923161024' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628941.post-78789544</id><published>2002-07-10T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:44:53.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today is a day at work like any other, full of clarity and inner peace. Just kidding, it is the total opposite of that. Chaos and insanity abound.Thankfully, I have plans to get together with M and S this evening at the Veritable Quandary. We are going to get some drinks and catch up, as it has been four months since we got together with S. That just goes to show you that time flies by so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/78789544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3628941/posts/default/78789544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raesplace.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78789544' title=''/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dRss3sZZ_g/SdxO06M7wRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHIxOYiG78U/S220/DSCN1193effects.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
