<?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-8516219631956895379</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:17:15.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the trouble is</title><subtitle type='html'>my name is becca.  i am very normal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00234479803842522455</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516219631956895379.post-3932758221672715176</id><published>2008-09-15T22:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:14:01.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heroes</title><content type='html'>you know, never once in my life have i truly wanted to be the hero or heroine.  i always wanted to be the best friend of the hero. i wanted to be the samwise gamgee.  i was always much more inspired by these characters.  i want to be in the background, helping things run, keeping them up, holding them strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the drummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516219631956895379-3932758221672715176?l=thethroubleis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/feeds/3932758221672715176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516219631956895379&amp;postID=3932758221672715176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default/3932758221672715176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default/3932758221672715176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/2008/09/heroes.html' title='heroes'/><author><name>becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00234479803842522455</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516219631956895379.post-8880025808020353538</id><published>2008-05-01T20:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:23:04.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ta-da!</title><content type='html'>sometimes it almost scares me that i am filled with such extreme joy when i get my knick-knacks set up just right.  whoo boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516219631956895379-8880025808020353538?l=thethroubleis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516219631956895379.post-1057076238770693643</id><published>2008-02-21T20:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:39:01.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so cold.....</title><content type='html'>just so you all know, if you never ever hear from me again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metroid is to blame.  you can probably find my rotting corpse in some heinous passageway in norfair.  goodbye forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516219631956895379-1057076238770693643?l=thethroubleis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/feeds/1057076238770693643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516219631956895379&amp;postID=1057076238770693643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default/1057076238770693643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default/1057076238770693643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-cold.html' title='so cold.....'/><author><name>becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00234479803842522455</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516219631956895379.post-7108527015214892156</id><published>2008-02-12T19:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:20:56.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>favourites</title><content type='html'>contrary to popular belief, i am not a canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter blows. i think it should stop after christmas.  at least it's still light when i leave work, now, though.  i really hate the short days.  i've had it with winter.  hyacinths smell so good.  i am eagerly awaiting their arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog entry was supposed to be about my five favourite songs, but now that i am here it feels far too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when old people swear.  i asked a patient today how she was doing and she said, "shitty!".  it bums me out when older people still feel so confined to all the inane must-do's, must-be's, and proper behavior etiquette.  if there was ever a time in your life when you can get away with anything, it is (and should be) when you're old.  you worked your ass off your whole life, and being able to get away with stuff should be your reward.  it is going to be mine, that's for damn sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love valentines day, and i always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what else i love?  gone with the wind.  sigh.  jake vetoed my simply smashing idea of naming our kidd rhett.  that's right.  kidd.  i do what i want.  it's one of my more endearing qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS is why i never blog ( see current and previous posts ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516219631956895379-7108527015214892156?l=thethroubleis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/feeds/7108527015214892156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516219631956895379&amp;postID=7108527015214892156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default/7108527015214892156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default/7108527015214892156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/2008/02/favourites.html' title='favourites'/><author><name>becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00234479803842522455</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516219631956895379.post-4741620613514528422</id><published>2007-07-25T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:51:14.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kitty cat</title><content type='html'>i would like to have a cat.  and if i ever had a cat, i would take lots of pictures of it.  and of me holding it.  and it would be good times.  i wonder if it would sit on the newspaper while i was reading it.  cats do that a lot, i think.  oh, and maybe it would sleep in a drawer.  they do that, too....i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop thinking about my cat.  that darn cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, that just made me think that it would be really awesome to name my cat hayley mills.  damn dirty ape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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life, or because i'm easily entertained...but i thought it was a kick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a nature special about loggerhead sea turtles.  they can travel over 9,000 miles to find the beach that they were born on so they can lay their eggs.  and they are not fast animals.  as i was flying in the plane, i was so disoriented.  can you even imagine how it is for this turtle in the open ocean?  there's no landmarks, they can only poke their heads out of the water for a moment, and their eyesight is poor.  they do it by instinct and magnetic fields.  they just chug chug chug along.  amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516219631956895379-3874411459074780001?l=thethroubleis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/feeds/3874411459074780001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516219631956895379&amp;postID=3874411459074780001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default/3874411459074780001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516219631956895379/posts/default/3874411459074780001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethroubleis.blogspot.com/2007/05/per-tyes-request.html' title='per tye&apos;s request'/><author><name>becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00234479803842522455</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516219631956895379.post-6032021382855592256</id><published>2007-03-03T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:25:11.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swish swish</title><content type='html'>the easy decision versus the right decision. i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cognac is my new friend. maybe he will help me make my decision. i need friend's like this in times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking right now about how everybody i know has this underlying sadness (to say the least). i'm sorry to everybody i love. i've done nothing to help. i don't really know how i can. all i can do is empathize, but that is not enough. i know.  i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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