<?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-3271586</id><updated>2012-02-12T10:45:39.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>trivial expositions</title><subtitle type='html'>a place where a little asian girl expresses her simple thoughts in a convoluted manner.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>604</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5170539252260658991</id><published>2012-02-12T10:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T10:45:39.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Know?</title><summary type='text'>


I just finished watching this movie with my mom. Not Reese Witherspoon's best performance but the small moments of funny made up for it. It's a movie about finding your identity after a life-altering decision has been made for you. She had to choose between Owen Wilson and Paul Rudd. I would've picked Paul Rudd from the start. I've been a big fan of his since that movie where you played a gay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5170539252260658991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5170539252260658991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5170539252260658991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5170539252260658991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-do-you-know.html' title='How Do You Know?'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4383615400913018507</id><published>2012-02-11T02:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T02:50:13.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><summary type='text'>Man, I just realized I've had this blog for nearly 12 years. It's crazy how old I've gotten and how the experiences of my life has been recorded in this little spec of the internet.

So I have to recap 2011 for memory's sake.


Put the house on the market
Kissed a stranger
Ran a 5k
Being a whole lot of awesome as a Maid of Honor
Learned how to let go
Sold the house
Tigger's passing
Moved to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4383615400913018507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4383615400913018507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4383615400913018507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4383615400913018507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2012/02/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-9124540360118436863</id><published>2012-01-19T06:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:17:35.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's hard to describe how I've been feeling lately. I recently moved away from all that is familiar to me to this new foreign place. I came here thinking I would find my greater purpose in this strange new place. For the first few weeks, I was invigorated --excited about the new environment and what the future will hold for me. But as time grows, I find myself to be the same person just in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/9124540360118436863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=9124540360118436863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/9124540360118436863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/9124540360118436863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-hard-to-describe-how-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6890946894572550549</id><published>2011-12-11T04:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T04:13:18.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 104:24-35</title><summary type='text'>24 How many are your works, O LORD! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.
25 There is the sea, vast and spacious, teeming with creatures beyond number-- living things both large and small.
26 There the ships go to and fro, and the leviathan, which you formed to frolic there.
27 These all look to you to give them their food at the proper time.
28 When you give it to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6890946894572550549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6890946894572550549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6890946894572550549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6890946894572550549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/12/psalm-10424-35.html' title='Psalm 104:24-35'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7716009159162527009</id><published>2011-11-20T09:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T04:09:02.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite illustration</title><summary type='text'>"..It is quite clear from what you say that you have conscious wishes on both sides. And now,. another point about wishes. A wish may lead to false beliefs, granted. But what does the existence of the wish suggest? At one time I was much impressed by Arnold's line `Nor does the being hungry prove that we have bread.' But surely tho' it doesn't prove that one particular man will get food, it does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7716009159162527009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7716009159162527009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7716009159162527009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7716009159162527009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/11/favorite-illustration.html' title='favorite illustration'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2055972076554000225</id><published>2011-09-12T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:04:09.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sing a song</title><summary type='text'>You Are For Me by Kari Jobe

So faithful
So constant
So loving and so true
So powerful in all You do

You fill me
You see me
You know my every move
You love for me to sing to You

I know that You are for me
I know that You are for me
I know that You will never
Forsake me in my weakness
And I know that You have come down
Even if to ride upon my heart
To remind me who You are

So patient
So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2055972076554000225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2055972076554000225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2055972076554000225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2055972076554000225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-for-me-by-kari-jobeso.html' title='sing a song'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5618278791344444558</id><published>2011-08-24T23:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:00:40.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye baby</title><summary type='text'>I've cried everyday since Tigger left us. I didn't realize how much I would miss him, how much I regret not having been the best owner. I wish I would've picked him up more, rubbed his belly, or fed him treats. I keep rewinding to the moment when I realized he was no longer with us and I kept looking at him, thinking he would plop back up as he usually does. Then I thought, this isn't my dog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5618278791344444558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5618278791344444558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5618278791344444558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5618278791344444558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-tigs.html' title='goodbye baby'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2887399222766267091</id><published>2011-08-06T16:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:12:48.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><summary type='text'>Maybe there really is a turn for the better...I finally did it. And it feels exhilarating. I've been wanting to this for a while now and I finally followed through. It feels different than the other goals I've made in the past. Somehow this feels, life-changing.I have a sudden deeper appreciation for why I'm here. Not just to exist, but to love. Maybe that's all I really want proof of-- that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2887399222766267091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2887399222766267091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2887399222766267091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2887399222766267091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/08/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5933300974198808286</id><published>2011-07-26T00:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:08:14.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bs</title><summary type='text'>This eczema on the left side of my neck is starting to puss, gross.Lately, a question has been posed in front of me and I keep coming back to it."Grace, why are you single?"A few people have asked me. Surprisingly, men. I don't know if they ask out of curiosity, interest, or pure intrigue. But, I ask myself the same question. I know that I'm a good catch. But as far as why I'm single, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5933300974198808286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5933300974198808286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5933300974198808286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5933300974198808286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/07/bs.html' title='bs'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-147117469499601980</id><published>2011-06-07T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:03:14.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again.</title><summary type='text'>I dreamt about you again. Lisa and I went to your apartment after buying groceries. And we took some time to relax. And I began to wonder how you could've possibly met Lisa-- you two run in different social circles. This would've been when my dream would've turned lucid, but it hadn't.Why are you here?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/147117469499601980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=147117469499601980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/147117469499601980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/147117469499601980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-again.html' title='hello again.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1101979342410064839</id><published>2011-05-19T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:24:11.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>super stealth</title><summary type='text'>I went to Memorial Shooting Center yesterday with Joann. It was really fun! At first, I was kind of intimidated by the gun and fearful that I wouldn't be able to handle the recoil. But after a few rounds, I was no longer scared and enjoying my time.So, as a result, last night I had a dream. I have had this recurring nightmare of being in school again, specifically in college, where I'm on campus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1101979342410064839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1101979342410064839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1101979342410064839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1101979342410064839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/super-stealth.html' title='super stealth'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1576546525295305829</id><published>2011-05-19T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:44:40.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You're a great catch and any guy would be lucky to have you."This made my week.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1576546525295305829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1576546525295305829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1576546525295305829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1576546525295305829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-great-catch-and-any-guy-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1166696092220934836</id><published>2011-05-14T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:17:08.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a big cry baby</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1166696092220934836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1166696092220934836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1166696092220934836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1166696092220934836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-big-cry-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2303909578097845035</id><published>2011-05-11T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:39:50.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How do I pray for God to develop patience in my future husband?-Pray he will turn to God and that God's peace will help him to be inwardly calm and willing to wait.-Pray he will have a quiet and steady faithfulness to God.-Pray he will be content in every state he finds himself in.-Pray his eyes will be focused on things to come, rather than things he wished he had now.-Pray he will not push for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2303909578097845035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2303909578097845035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2303909578097845035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2303909578097845035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-do-i-pray-for-god-to-develop.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4436657152021389525</id><published>2011-05-10T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:00:42.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tears</title><summary type='text'>I went to the bank to get something. A new thing that I've started to do is that while i'm there, I'll try on my mother's ring, cry a single tear upon seeing it on my finger with mixed emotions.On one hand, I look at how beautiful it is and wonder when I'll have the same. The euphoric feeling of being in love and happily married. On the other hand, I think about how my mother wore it on her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4436657152021389525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4436657152021389525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4436657152021389525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4436657152021389525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/tears.html' title='tears'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2722945991887829142</id><published>2011-05-02T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:47:46.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friends were saying how the OT was a hard read, and they were patiently waiting for me to explain dispensationalism to them.I was wearing a red dress waiting for the event to begin. We were ushered unto the red carpet. Instead of taking advantage of the limelight, all I wanted to do was smoke the rest of my cigars. I also felt like one of those female jazz performers that wear tassels on their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2722945991887829142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2722945991887829142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2722945991887829142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2722945991887829142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-friends-were-saying-how-ot-was-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7510314325811531641</id><published>2011-04-26T09:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:21:56.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been overly contemplative lately. Rereading some of my old posts reminds me of how intuitive and analytical I was as a student. How hungry I was for information and trying to soak in my environment. Since I've started to work at a desk job, I try desparately to numb my mind along with my body. After work, the first thing I want to do is turn on the tv and just veg.I'm afraid if I continue on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7510314325811531641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7510314325811531641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7510314325811531641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7510314325811531641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-been-overly-contemplative-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4195289748538844365</id><published>2011-04-21T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:10:44.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I've had a sweet, surreal dream.I was out with Joann and Angela. We were in what seemed like a mall. We were browsing through clothes. I noticed a group of guys walked by and were checking us out. I was too busy looking at some clothes and suddenly, Angela was nudging (or pushing) me towards the outer edge of the store and then I bumped into him. My heart skipped a beat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4195289748538844365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4195289748538844365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4195289748538844365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4195289748538844365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-while-since-ive-had-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5422348450095569696</id><published>2011-04-13T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:44:48.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately, I've been really irritated, annoyed, frustrated, or otherwise, angry. For some odd reason, I've been very defensive towards the people around me. I may not have necessarily expressed these emotions to anyone specific. But I couldn't pinpoint where all this hostility was rooted in. It could be a number of reasons at this point. About a month ago, my mom called me at work and as usual, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5422348450095569696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5422348450095569696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5422348450095569696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5422348450095569696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/04/lately-ive-been-really-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-519471302265478345</id><published>2011-03-10T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:08:37.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vegas</title><summary type='text'>vegas was crazy, crazy fun. Now, must get back to reality.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/519471302265478345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=519471302265478345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/519471302265478345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/519471302265478345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/03/vegas.html' title='vegas'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5779808577289972085</id><published>2011-01-31T12:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:07:04.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 18 thru 20</title><summary type='text'>FridayLeft for Dallas around 2pm, got stuck in traffic, started to mass text people on the way, arrived at Lisa's around 9ish, had dinner with Mika and Lisa at La Madeleine, went to Steven's place to meet up Zoe, Andrew, Steven, Jason, and Thomas, nostalgia, Star Karaoke, Soju shots, Phuong came with friends, loitering outside, lisa's overnight.SaturdayWoke up around 10 to start getting ready, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5779808577289972085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5779808577289972085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5779808577289972085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5779808577289972085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/01/february-18-thru-20.html' title='February 18 thru 20'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-8441018603537906858</id><published>2011-01-28T17:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:29:26.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year</title><summary type='text'>it just hit me, it's a new year...2007 - Baylor Graduation2008 - Golden Bank, N.A.2009 - Heart Attack2010 - Rebellion2011 - ??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8441018603537906858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=8441018603537906858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8441018603537906858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8441018603537906858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='a new year'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3054543342680542402</id><published>2011-01-27T16:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:15:28.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>season of change</title><summary type='text'>After talking with Jennifer about disliking change, I thought to myself, 'Am I opposed to change?' I told her my viewpoint is that I want change on my own terms...But change happens to us rather or not we like it. If change does not occur, we are unable to progress, become better people, stronger, wiser, etc.And we aren't in control of what happens to us anyway. A lot of times, I argue with God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3054543342680542402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3054543342680542402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3054543342680542402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3054543342680542402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2011/01/season-of-change_27.html' title='season of change'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7407950457176452180</id><published>2010-12-15T09:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:47:38.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>human interaction</title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving Day - Eva and Mika came down to Houston to visit me. It was a hectic morning because I woke up to go for a run and clean a little bit before they came. At around 11, they called and asked me how much longer it would take for them to get to my house. I estimated an hour because they were in the Woodlands. Then I lost track of time, and before I knew it, 20 minutes had passed. So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7407950457176452180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7407950457176452180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7407950457176452180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7407950457176452180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/12/human-interaction.html' title='human interaction'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6091100761563516718</id><published>2010-11-02T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:03:33.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><summary type='text'>I asked God to humble me,and it's been the only answered prayer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6091100761563516718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6091100761563516718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6091100761563516718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6091100761563516718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer.html' title='prayer'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7677719913213499614</id><published>2010-10-27T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:30:30.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love;    according to your great compassion    blot out my transgressions.2 Wash away all my iniquity    and cleanse me from my sin.3 For I know my transgressions,    and my sin is always before me.4 Against you, you only, have I sinned    and done what is evil in your sight,    so that you are proved right when you speak    and justified </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7677719913213499614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7677719913213499614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7677719913213499614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7677719913213499614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-have-mercy-on-me-o-god-according-to.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6985402106623001939</id><published>2010-09-30T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:02:53.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"instead of victimizing yourself, do something to overcome the situation. -A"Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses. Proverbs 27:6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6985402106623001939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6985402106623001939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6985402106623001939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6985402106623001939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/instead-of-victimizing-yourself-do.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6109698961614017327</id><published>2010-09-27T01:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:21:30.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe what just happened.My brother mentioned another conference his church is promoting. Two guys named Bonnke and Dr. Crandall. Men of miracles.And then he shows me a video of men and women receiving gold teeth, gold dust, manna and gem stones in church.But the pivotal moment is when he decided to talk about false prophets. All these miracles, signs, and wonders are all a part of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6109698961614017327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6109698961614017327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6109698961614017327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6109698961614017327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/unbelievable_5357.html' title='unbelievable'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5582569223953539121</id><published>2010-09-22T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:56:42.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortal Error</title><summary type='text'>"We have tried to secure spiritual pleasures by working upon fleshly emotions and whipping up synthetic feeling by means wholly carnal. And the total effect has been evil." A.W. Tozer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5582569223953539121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5582569223953539121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5582569223953539121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5582569223953539121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/mortal-error.html' title='Mortal Error'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-623110388250552383</id><published>2010-09-14T13:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:44:04.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><summary type='text'>Carnival Conquest: Bahamas 2010I had a great time on the cruise!Day 1 - FBCC, Sonic, traffic, meeting new friends, boarding, BOOZE, waiting, exploring the ship, HAIR, SSQQ party, young people, feeling left out/we don't belong, dinner, welcome aboard show.Day 2 - Breakfast, Foxtrot, Salsa Rueda, being a boy, laying on deck, name tag tan, karaoke, Marcus, head bob, dancing  Day 3 - Breakfast, Swing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/623110388250552383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=623110388250552383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/623110388250552383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/623110388250552383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5467102349436383898</id><published>2010-08-15T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:14:55.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dream</title><summary type='text'>We were in a hotel with my family and I looked across the room and realize there was someone famous sitting there. He was really cute and he smiled at me. My parents asked if I wanted to go and take a picture with him. When I stood next to him for the picture, I felt him pull me closer to him which gave me butterflies. He was really attractive--tall, dark, and handsome. I think he was an athlete.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5467102349436383898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5467102349436383898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5467102349436383898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5467102349436383898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-dream.html' title='sweet dream'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-588313782479501089</id><published>2010-05-24T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:01:31.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><summary type='text'>1. Perform a solo on stage.2. Skydive.3. Bungee Jump.4. Enter a dance competition.5. Go cliff diving.6. Leap off of Niagra Falls.7. Go white water rafting.8. Backpack through Europe.9. Crash a senior prom.10. Climb a real rock.11. Participate in a marathon.12. Participate in a triathlon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/588313782479501089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=588313782479501089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/588313782479501089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/588313782479501089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/05/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6351350741409241360</id><published>2010-04-20T16:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:00:28.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getaway</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to Austin this weekend! I'm switching cars with Michael and attending a friend's birthday celebration. I'm looking forward to it thoroughly. I find myself planning vacations at work. muahaha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6351350741409241360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6351350741409241360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6351350741409241360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6351350741409241360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/04/getaway.html' title='getaway'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-9067483269292976017</id><published>2010-03-26T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:01:34.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your flavor?</title><summary type='text'>Learning to dance salsa has been such an enjoyable experience. Not only do I learn to dance, but I also enjoy the company of fellow novice dancers. Along with that, I meet several men (my age!) who are interested in expanding their horizons. It is so refreshing.But a thought hit me today. I am attracted to men with Latin flavor. Being around the Hispanic men in class, I feel a rush of intrigue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/9067483269292976017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=9067483269292976017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/9067483269292976017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/9067483269292976017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-your-flavor.html' title='what&apos;s your flavor?'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3025832501911927214</id><published>2010-03-23T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:15:14.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>knowledge</title><summary type='text'>"The secret things belong to the LORD our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may follow all the words of this law."Deuteronomy 29:29The Lord reveals to us what we need for salvation and holy living.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3025832501911927214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3025832501911927214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3025832501911927214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3025832501911927214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/03/knowledge.html' title='knowledge'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3131919424920238048</id><published>2010-03-19T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:57:13.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was so fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3131919424920238048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3131919424920238048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3131919424920238048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3131919424920238048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-was-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5176127098398506835</id><published>2010-03-17T16:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:44:42.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is.</title><summary type='text'>Love is patient.Love is kind.Love does not envy.Love does not boast.Love is not proud.Love is not rude.Love is not self-seeking.Love is not easily angered.Love keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil.Love rejoices with the truth.Love always protects.Love always trusts.Love always hopes.Love always perseveres.Love never fails.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5176127098398506835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5176127098398506835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5176127098398506835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5176127098398506835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is.html' title='Love is.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6451732169082345700</id><published>2010-03-09T13:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:51:52.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>walk by the Spirit</title><summary type='text'>"Love is the key-- Joy is love singing. Peace is love resting. Long-suffering is love enduring. Kindness is love’s touch. Goodness is love’s character. Faithfulness is love’s habit. Gentleness is love’s self-forgetfulness. Self-control is love holding the reigns.”Donald G. Barnhouse"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6451732169082345700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6451732169082345700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6451732169082345700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6451732169082345700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/03/walk-by-spirit.html' title='walk by the Spirit'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1220345838794555718</id><published>2010-02-20T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:33:36.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I wish to be, I am not what I hope to be; but, by the grace of God, I am not what I was. -John Newton</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1220345838794555718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1220345838794555718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1220345838794555718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1220345838794555718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-not-what-i-ought-to-be-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1993762641916481717</id><published>2010-02-12T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:40:19.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramid Scheme</title><summary type='text'>I think I almost fell for a pyramid scheme.I was contacted through Career Builder about a job in sales for Lionheart Assurance Solutions. After coming off of my previous interview, I was open and willing to interview for companies simply for interview experience not necessarily interested in the position itself--bad idea.I responded to the interest email with optimism and eagerness to interview </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1993762641916481717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1993762641916481717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1993762641916481717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1993762641916481717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/02/pyramid-scheme.html' title='Pyramid Scheme'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5066588111436199371</id><published>2010-01-27T10:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:53:49.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Portman</title><summary type='text'>...is so pretty.While in college and during football intramurals, I once met a girl who resembled a lot like Natalie Portman.I introduced myself and so did she. After a few short moments, I decided to say what I thought."Hey, so do you know who you remind me of?""Who?""You look a lot like Natalie Portman."She glanced up at me and said nothing."Do you know who she is?""Yes," she replied and coyly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5066588111436199371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5066588111436199371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5066588111436199371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5066588111436199371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/01/natalie-portman.html' title='Natalie Portman'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3589308310356071312</id><published>2010-01-14T14:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:01:44.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"the essence of our work as humans must be that it is done in conscious reliance on God's power, and in conscious quest of God's pattern of excellence, and in deliberate aim to reflect God's glory." John Piper</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3589308310356071312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3589308310356071312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3589308310356071312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3589308310356071312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/01/essence-of-our-work-as-humans-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4890882611757785594</id><published>2010-01-12T10:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:35:55.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>resolve to change</title><summary type='text'>I'm at work.And I've reached that point. That point where I need to move on. Yesterday, I received a call from a lady from Robert Half International concerning a position for a Staffing Manager at Accountemps. I was completely caught off guard because I hadn't been keeping track of where I've been applying to during my job search. I know that I applied to many through Robert Half, but I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4890882611757785594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4890882611757785594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4890882611757785594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4890882611757785594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolve-to-change.html' title='resolve to change'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4451615225622028511</id><published>2009-12-01T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:44:25.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamed about him again.She was so close to him, it made me sick. And when he kissed her, I felt my stomach churn inside out.Gross.I dislike this feeling of jealousy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4451615225622028511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4451615225622028511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4451615225622028511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4451615225622028511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dreamed-about-him-again.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-468047295577334993</id><published>2009-11-24T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:26:35.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is unchanging.</title><summary type='text'>Knowing that truth, when I say I don't feel God's presence in my life as much as I used to, I have to ask myself, 'Who moved?'I must have.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/468047295577334993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=468047295577334993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/468047295577334993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/468047295577334993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-unchanging.html' title='God is unchanging.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6409620023736025960</id><published>2009-11-04T13:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:09:43.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything new?</title><summary type='text'>Nope.Nothing new.But I am excited about the holidays coming up. My family and I are preparing for my mother's departure to Taiwan. She took a week off from work to throw out junk and clean the house. She occasionally asks if I'm scared.Am I scared?By the grace of God, I'm not. Perhaps I can't comprehend the severity of the situation and that's why she constantly asks me. She asks only because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6409620023736025960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6409620023736025960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6409620023736025960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6409620023736025960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/11/anything-new.html' title='Anything new?'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7346193537819794553</id><published>2009-09-30T13:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:25:44.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why was I created?</title><summary type='text'>As I was brushing my teeth this morning, I was thinking about all the things I needed to get done at work. While having a friendly new boss is refreshing, much responsibility has been suddenly passed down to me since my former boss was a scape goat for most of the facility management of the bank. And then I had to recheck myself, I'm not at work yet. And I could hear a soft voice in my head say, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7346193537819794553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7346193537819794553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7346193537819794553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7346193537819794553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-i-was-brushing-my-teeth-this-morning.html' title='Why was I created?'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1281477317700999895</id><published>2009-09-03T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:01:08.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days...I wake up full of joy for the day to come. Some days...I wake up apathetic for work. Some days...I wake up only wanting to go back to sleep. Some days...I wake up sad about my life circumstances. Some days...I just don't want to live.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1281477317700999895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1281477317700999895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1281477317700999895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1281477317700999895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-days.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1755545365326740640</id><published>2009-07-17T14:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:04:56.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have thoughts that are going at the speed of about 100 miles per minute. I have all these observations and desires, but do I actually follow through with them? Am I supposed to idly wait for an opportunity to fall into my laps? Or do I make opportunities for myself? Is there ever a time where things are comfortable enough for me to settle down? Do I wait or do I act? Will I act? How will I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1755545365326740640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1755545365326740640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1755545365326740640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1755545365326740640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-thoughts-that-are-going-at-speed.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-425278623500729280</id><published>2009-07-09T12:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:24:46.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate longing.</title><summary type='text'>God,I can't see the future. I don't really know how to make a decision on my own. I never have. I always needed someone to lead me. I always needed someone to tell me what to do, so that I can follow their leading. As much as I want to think I was and am independent and can fend for myself, I am completely lost. I'm not sure where my life is going. Those desires that I thought were once in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/425278623500729280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=425278623500729280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/425278623500729280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/425278623500729280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/07/desperate-longing.html' title='Desperate longing.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4542829319519059237</id><published>2009-06-26T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:05:25.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty.</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of being the best friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4542829319519059237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4542829319519059237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4542829319519059237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4542829319519059237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/06/honesty.html' title='Honesty.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3162393486870383808</id><published>2009-05-23T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:50:54.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>taboo</title><summary type='text'>What's another word for afraid?Scared?Frightened?No, when it's nighttime and it's dark, how do you feel?SCARED SHITLESS!!!!HAHAHAHAHAH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3162393486870383808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3162393486870383808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3162393486870383808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3162393486870383808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/taboo.html' title='taboo'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3877545861320463290</id><published>2009-05-12T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:10:29.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free acts of service?</title><summary type='text'>Today, I was driving home from work. And I stopped at the intersection of Beechnut and Beltway 8. As I waited patiently for the light to turn green, a man comes with a bottle and squeegee to wash my windshield. He didn't glance over to me to see if I wanted it. I waved no. But he did it anyway. Gah, now, I start to think do I or don't I? Well, I'm about giving and receiving, very transactional. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3877545861320463290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3877545861320463290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3877545861320463290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3877545861320463290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-acts-of-service.html' title='Free acts of service?'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1852139450578594338</id><published>2009-05-11T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:52:04.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>skepticism</title><summary type='text'>Men.I hear stories. It saddens me. Leaves me with less hope each day. God, please forgive me. Please let me love without borders.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1852139450578594338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1852139450578594338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1852139450578594338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1852139450578594338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/skepticism.html' title='skepticism'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-8229030414620927710</id><published>2009-05-10T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:57:46.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek</title><summary type='text'>Fandango sends me an email to ask about my Star Trek: IMAX experience.Well, let me tell you, it was amazing. I loved the movie. Haven't seen such a good action movie in a long time.My favorite character is Spock. Logical and robotic, yet so fragile and human. Love it.Will expand further later on. Need to sleep.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8229030414620927710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=8229030414620927710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8229030414620927710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8229030414620927710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-8588025398968839085</id><published>2009-05-09T23:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:01:07.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>relationship talk</title><summary type='text'>So, yah. In honor of Mother's Day, I'm going to talk about how amazing my mom is.My mom is so amazing. She has carried the weight of our family on her shoulders for most of my life, and possibly since she first got married. And because of her love for our family, I now see how much love she has and I respond in kind. I wish to give her all the love that she deserves plus the love God gives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8588025398968839085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=8588025398968839085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8588025398968839085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8588025398968839085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/relationship-talk.html' title='relationship talk'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1823572602955436061</id><published>2009-05-09T00:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:21:14.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball equals life?</title><summary type='text'>So playoffs. Rockets versus the world.Don't strangle me, but I don't understand the appeal of watching basketball. I'd much rather play sports than just watch it. And if I do watch sports, I only watch cause my friends are playing (ie intramurals). There just seems to be too much hype that I may never understand. Well, maybe one day I will if I pledge loyalty to one particular city, not being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1823572602955436061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1823572602955436061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1823572602955436061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1823572602955436061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/basketball-equals-tv.html' title='basketball equals life?'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4491525520554802268</id><published>2009-05-01T00:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:40:50.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><summary type='text'>i hate this flesh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4491525520554802268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4491525520554802268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4491525520554802268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4491525520554802268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3061735333760284423</id><published>2009-04-13T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:37:48.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless.</title><summary type='text'>God is so amazing. I can't stop praising Him for His revolutionary LOVE. I choose to soldier on. I choose to live a life of faith. I have no other choice. There is no greater love than the unwavering, unconditional, undeniable Love of God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3061735333760284423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3061735333760284423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3061735333760284423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3061735333760284423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless.html' title='speechless.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2730731849245936751</id><published>2009-04-12T15:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:47:11.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playful Blossom</title><summary type='text'>!!!!! love it !!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2730731849245936751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2730731849245936751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2730731849245936751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2730731849245936751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/04/playful-blossom.html' title='Playful Blossom'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4190645367287932858</id><published>2009-04-12T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:37:34.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slow groove</title><summary type='text'>Praise God.I've been slowly getting back in the groove of things. I'm still really anxious and stressed about my future. But today, I know that God is here. In fact, I believe it so hard that I'm overwhelmed by His presence.He is so good to me and to my family. I will praise him in all that I do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4190645367287932858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4190645367287932858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4190645367287932858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4190645367287932858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/04/slow-groove.html' title='slow groove'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-8210236408436651558</id><published>2009-04-09T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:37:43.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is patient.</title><summary type='text'>How have my expectations of men suddenly risen exponentially? I'm so much more hurt now than when I didn't desire to follow the Lord. I don't understand. I thought it would be easier to trust and love with God on my side.I've given more of my soul and my heart in the last three weeks than I ever had in the last 24 years of my life. It has been rewarding and beautiful, but needless to say, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8210236408436651558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=8210236408436651558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8210236408436651558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8210236408436651558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-patient.html' title='Love is patient.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4938989999307849271</id><published>2009-04-05T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:07:44.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plea</title><summary type='text'>God,Will you be here now? This world doesn't make much sense to me. Please help.Grace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4938989999307849271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4938989999307849271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4938989999307849271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4938989999307849271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2009/04/plea.html' title='Plea'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2591900624812999770</id><published>2008-12-01T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:36:06.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete exhaustion.</title><summary type='text'>I am so tired.In the past month, I've gone out so much I don't think my dog recognizes me anymore. He bit me and I'm a bit upset at him for it. Anyway, when i first started working, I took every opportunity to rest and sleep on the weekends. But lately, I am constantly going out. I don't know if it's the holiday buzz and that I'm always itching to go out, but I'm getting burnt out. And the sad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2591900624812999770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2591900624812999770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2591900624812999770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2591900624812999770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/12/complete-exhaustion.html' title='Complete exhaustion.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6362949047502336650</id><published>2008-10-02T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:40:48.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note: must be nicer to guys...they have feelings too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6362949047502336650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6362949047502336650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6362949047502336650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6362949047502336650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/10/note-must-be-nicer-to-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7110106097670277312</id><published>2008-06-15T00:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:25:10.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>theory</title><summary type='text'>I have a theory. I believe the reason that I, among all cute girls, don't have a boyfriend is because I'm too cute.Now, please stay with me. No, I'm not full of myself nor am I delusional. The reason why is because guys are naturally more visual and therefore, more inclined to be attracted to girls that have a more obvious beauty. So girls like me are left to feel insecure and alone. But the only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7110106097670277312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7110106097670277312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7110106097670277312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7110106097670277312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/06/theory.html' title='theory'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2235440541469973449</id><published>2008-05-25T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:16:24.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend Festivities.</title><summary type='text'>Friday:After work, I went to Chinese Community Center to watch Ivan and Joann play ping-pong. I had no intention of playing, but once Ivan's Dad had arrived, I became Joann's opponent. I had left my converse shoes in my trunk from the week before so I was in my work clothes while wearing my pink and white flowers converses. Played until 8 and Joann and I went to church to prepare decorations for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2235440541469973449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2235440541469973449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2235440541469973449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2235440541469973449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-weekend-festivities.html' title='Memorial Weekend Festivities.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7355844881467938630</id><published>2008-04-27T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:53:50.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miscommunication</title><summary type='text'>It's odd. A lot of miscommunication happens between me and other parties. I think I've engaged in about a dozen of cases where there was miscommunication between myself and friends, co-workers, siblings and/or a family member, a customer service rep, and just random people I run into day-to-day.Does this happen to you? There's a break-down in communication and there's an awkward period of time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7355844881467938630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7355844881467938630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7355844881467938630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7355844881467938630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/04/miscommunication.html' title='miscommunication'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6996877596567826476</id><published>2008-04-06T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:58:58.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check one.</title><summary type='text'>I got a job! I'm officially an employee at Golden Bank, N.A. My first week was pretty much a roller coaster. I've already had a few good days and some dreadful days. I'm already getting that Gah-I-have-to-work-but-I-go-anyway feeling. I was talking to Ivan about growing up and getting a job. He mentioned that since I have a job, the next logical step is to get married. I hadn't even thought about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6996877596567826476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6996877596567826476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6996877596567826476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6996877596567826476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-one.html' title='Check one.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7465908084298961853</id><published>2008-04-02T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:12:39.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Capricorn HoroscopeWednesday April 2, 2008Your foundations are rattled and you need to quickly figure out the best way to maintain stability. It's really not as bad as it first appears and you could become very excited about the possibilities. The greatest obstacle could be your resistance to uncertainty. You like to feel secure by building on solid ground, but may have to live with less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7465908084298961853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7465908084298961853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7465908084298961853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7465908084298961853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/04/capricorn-horoscope-wednesday-april-2.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5726967827699804356</id><published>2008-03-25T01:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:59:22.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wish-list</title><summary type='text'>A lot has been running through my head lately. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that the root of it all is that I wish for things that I cannot have or for change that I find impossible. Grace's wishes that may or may not come true list: (3/08)I wish for a...jobbabyboyfriendnice bodymasters degreesinging careerIt's times like these that I really miss my girls. Even though they're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5726967827699804356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5726967827699804356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5726967827699804356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5726967827699804356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/03/wish-list.html' title='wish-list'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5498522968470765308</id><published>2008-03-03T00:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:21:12.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not personal, it's strictly business</title><summary type='text'>Why do I take things so personal? Why do I read so much into what people say or do? Why do women get so emotionally stirred?It's not personal, it's just good business.Right. That's why there's no women in executive boards. That's why there's a glass ceiling. We get too caught up about how we feel or how others feel rather than on cold hard facts.I need to have this mentality. It's not personal. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5498522968470765308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5498522968470765308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5498522968470765308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5498522968470765308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-personal-its-strictly-business.html' title='It&apos;s not personal, it&apos;s strictly business'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4215819848396662406</id><published>2008-02-27T16:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:32:19.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love music.I love singing.I love dancing.I love watching people dance.I love performing.I love playing guitar.I love watching movies.I love making people laugh.I love to travel.I love experiencing new things.I love...love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4215819848396662406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4215819848396662406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4215819848396662406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4215819848396662406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-music.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6824366037573306598</id><published>2008-01-31T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:08:54.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bored much.</title><summary type='text'>For my church small group, we're going through Beth Moore's Living Beyond Yourself: Exploring the Fruits of the Spirit. It's a 10-week study guide and since we only meet once a month, this study guide is going to last the span of a year for us. woohoo. Before we meet, we're to have the section done. This past Wednesday night was our first session. It was a good one. Good one to come to since I've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6824366037573306598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6824366037573306598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6824366037573306598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6824366037573306598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/01/bored-much.html' title='bored much.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4990847739791259033</id><published>2008-01-30T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:54:16.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport Renewal</title><summary type='text'>As I waited to get my passport renewed, this guy's daugther kept staring at me and waving at me. She was about 2 or 3 years old. I tried to be cool because I don't really know how to interact with kids and waved back. But she just kept staring at me and tried to inch towards me every few minutes. Her father noticed this and kept pulling her back. She shows me her drawing (which was simply some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4990847739791259033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4990847739791259033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4990847739791259033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4990847739791259033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/01/passport-renewal.html' title='Passport Renewal'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1238514699247437020</id><published>2008-01-29T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:12:49.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>complacency.</title><summary type='text'>Don't settle. Don't settle for mediocrity. You were meant for great things. Don't let circumstances or situations determine your standards. Aim high.Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it you will land among the stars.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1238514699247437020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1238514699247437020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1238514699247437020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1238514699247437020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/01/complacency.html' title='complacency.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6464721328327186595</id><published>2008-01-23T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:54:09.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ambiguous</title><summary type='text'>Looking for a job is tough. I haven't been hired yet. I'm totally qualified and selling myself. But it's not enough. I was wondering if the fact that I look like a high school student hindering me from getting a job.Do you have the gift of singlehood? No, I don't believe I do. I'm constantly wondering and praying about my future husband. I kind of wish I had the gift of singlehood. That would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6464721328327186595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6464721328327186595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6464721328327186595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6464721328327186595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2008/01/hunting.html' title='ambiguous'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3106847862973293406</id><published>2007-12-29T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T03:20:26.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings, my old friend.</title><summary type='text'>Amazing.It's so weird to be back. Now that I have nothing else going on in my life besides being at home, I come back to where I started, here.I've been through a lot of changes in the last year. I basically shifted my social group to a group of girls that I've come to love and really respect. I started off the year still unsure of who my friends were and now that I've come to the end of 2007, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3106847862973293406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3106847862973293406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3106847862973293406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3106847862973293406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/12/greetings-my-old-friend.html' title='Greetings, my old friend.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6297332543754293398</id><published>2007-10-31T01:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:50:20.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><summary type='text'>GAH, I really want to be in a relationship right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6297332543754293398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6297332543754293398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6297332543754293398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6297332543754293398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/10/gah-i-really-want-to-be-in-relationship.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2791606762645322359</id><published>2007-10-29T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:14:59.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Update.</title><summary type='text'>I've come to a turning point in my life. I'm going to graduate in about a month, and I'm feeling like most graduates in my position would feel, fearing the unknown. I'm afraid I'm one of those college graduates that doesn't know what she wants to do now that she's graduated and dreads people asking, "So what are you doing now that you're done with school? Are you looking for a job? Do you have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2791606762645322359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2791606762645322359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2791606762645322359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2791606762645322359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/10/monthly-update.html' title='Monthly Update.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6857004754270576425</id><published>2007-09-20T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:29:25.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk-outs are not welcomed.</title><summary type='text'>Men walk in and walk out of our lives. It's been a while since I've had a serious crush. Everyone I know is either older, so taken; my age, so immature; younger, so younger. It's getting lonely.I talked to Laiyee the other day and we were talking about guys walking in and out of our lives sporadically. Which is better, for a guy walk out of your life permamently or walk in and out casually, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6857004754270576425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6857004754270576425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6857004754270576425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6857004754270576425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/09/walk-outs-are-not-welcomed.html' title='Walk-outs are not welcomed.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2552493897988635719</id><published>2007-08-29T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:21:45.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negotiation is life.</title><summary type='text'>So I've started classes for the Fall semester. I'm hoping that these are the last set of classes that I'll be taking for at least a while. It hasn't set in that I'll be graduating soon. But I'm excited.I learned a few things today or lately:I'm rather slow at processing information.My conflict style is avoiding.I'm really bad at negotiating.Lately, I've realized that it takes me a while to react </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2552493897988635719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2552493897988635719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2552493897988635719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2552493897988635719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/08/negotiation-is-life.html' title='Negotiation is life.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-2409229045083736193</id><published>2007-07-20T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:18:19.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel dumb.</title><summary type='text'>I hate holding grudges. I do! I just can't help it though. When someone hurts me, I hold on to it, I remember it, and I won't let go of it. It's like the plague. It spreads and grows and becomes a big pain to clean up.Wah. I want to be humble.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2409229045083736193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=2409229045083736193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2409229045083736193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/2409229045083736193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-dumb.html' title='I feel dumb.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-8799896568522686602</id><published>2007-06-03T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:44:39.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>absolutely amazing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8799896568522686602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=8799896568522686602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8799896568522686602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8799896568522686602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3891609351670198804</id><published>2007-05-31T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:34:21.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just one of those days.</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had those days where you're just running around all over the place, running on little sleep, making sure everything gets done? Yeah, today was like that for me. I don't really know what to think of these days. Yes, I'm being productive and whatnot. But by the end of the day, I'm really drained. This is what it must feel like to have a 9 to 5 job. Imagine that. I'm already a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3891609351670198804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3891609351670198804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3891609351670198804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3891609351670198804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s just one of those days.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3727210789374580010</id><published>2007-05-25T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:26:22.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Movies, yay!</title><summary type='text'>5/25 - Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End6/8 - Paris, Je T’Aime, Ocean's 136/22 - Evan Almighty6/29 - Ratatouille7/4 - Transformers7/13 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix8/3 - Bourne Ultimatum</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3727210789374580010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3727210789374580010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3727210789374580010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3727210789374580010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-movies-yay.html' title='Summer Movies, yay!'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-5154347987859343401</id><published>2007-05-20T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:32:53.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time at Home.</title><summary type='text'>I feel like a bum. I've been home for nearly a week, and I haven't done anything really productive.Sadly, I enjoy not having anything to do for a while. My family doesn't really know how much I do or sacrifice while I'm at Waco. Oh, ASA. I will miss thinking about you constantly.I still have some ASA stuff with me. Maybe, I'll never really let go of ASA. Probably not.I'm looking for a job. If you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5154347987859343401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=5154347987859343401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5154347987859343401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/5154347987859343401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-at-home.html' title='Time at Home.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-851080325539366737</id><published>2007-05-09T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T02:34:29.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Content.</title><summary type='text'>One more, one more. I must pull through 1 more.One more and the semester is over. I'm really excited. I can't wait to go home. I can't wait to go home to see my mom, my brothers, and my dog. I can't wait to go home and start running again. I can't wait to go home and remember what city (or rather suburbia) life was like. I'm super excited to get out of here, at least for a while.I went to Texas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/851080325539366737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=851080325539366737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/851080325539366737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/851080325539366737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/05/content.html' title='Content.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3316803422313941920</id><published>2007-05-06T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:32:57.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lisa asked, "What was your favorite day?""That's hard," I replied. "I don't think I've had it yet."While I was mentally searching for my favorite day, the first thing I asked myself was, when was I the happiest? Then I started to think, was it with Robert? No. Was it with my family? No. Was it with my friends? No.Yeah, I haven't had my favorite day yet. What constitutes a favorite day anyway? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3316803422313941920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3316803422313941920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3316803422313941920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3316803422313941920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/05/lisa-asked-what-was-your-favorite-day.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3418541536435936589</id><published>2007-04-29T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:38:07.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High School insecurities resurfaced.</title><summary type='text'>Semi-Formal was good. It was strange. I spent the entire day setting up and getting ready for the event, but I was unbelieveably energetic by the end of the night. It may have been delirium.I went to bed thinking about the night's festivities and fell asleep thinking about all the people that I greeted. Soon after, I dreamed a dream that felt so familiar. I dreamt that I was in a cafeteria with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3418541536435936589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3418541536435936589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3418541536435936589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3418541536435936589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/04/high-school-insecurities-resurfaced.html' title='High School insecurities resurfaced.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4311743880656801795</id><published>2007-04-23T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:03:03.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Land of Women</title><summary type='text'>SO GOOD.I love movies, I do.Out of the movies I've seen lately, I liked this one the most. Maybe, it's because I haven't seen that many good movies lately. But, yeah. I think I'm going to buy it when it comes out on DVD.Adam Brody is cute.He moved in with his grandmother with the intention of taking care of her.He was heart-brokened.He took time to get to know his neighbor.He wasn't too cool to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4311743880656801795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4311743880656801795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4311743880656801795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4311743880656801795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-land-of-women.html' title='In the Land of Women'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-6409926287975727248</id><published>2007-04-19T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:04:11.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet.</title><summary type='text'>I no longer have anything to say.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6409926287975727248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=6409926287975727248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6409926287975727248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/6409926287975727248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/04/quiet.html' title='quiet.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-3977800382022841111</id><published>2007-03-04T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:29:32.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Free Bowl</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was AMAZING!We played back-to-back football games for the entire day! We started at 8:15 in the morning because we were in the losers bracket. We won against VSA. I always like playing them because they're a good match to play against. Afterwards, we went to Cafe Cappucino for breakfast. It was fun listening in on Caleb's random nonsense and other miscellaneous talks at the table. Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3977800382022841111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=3977800382022841111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3977800382022841111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/3977800382022841111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/03/sugar-free-bowl.html' title='Sugar Free Bowl'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-7746022479393616288</id><published>2007-03-02T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:56:36.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Madness</title><summary type='text'>Friday: Game @ 5:00, 10:15Saturday: Game @ 1:45, 4:00, 7:00, 8:30That's a whole lot of football.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7746022479393616288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=7746022479393616288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7746022479393616288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/7746022479393616288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/03/football-madness.html' title='Football Madness'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-45763153262507620</id><published>2007-02-21T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:44:46.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God-send for Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>Hungry for Godby John FischerOur ministry is to serve the needs of believers; our mission is to serve the needs of those who are not presently Christians. The latter can present a problem. You can't really serve someone if you don't know them, but being in relationship with those who aren't Christians can be dangerous. Old habits and old ways of life can come back to haunt us when we are around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/45763153262507620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=45763153262507620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/45763153262507620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/45763153262507620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/02/god-send-for-wednesday.html' title='God-send for Wednesday'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-8430469861580645569</id><published>2007-02-20T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:09:13.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Icebox</title><summary type='text'>Last year was a bad year. My heart had been picked up and broken and then picked up, but only to be broken even more. So, I started off this year with a resolution. I decided not to care what people think. I chose not to care when I need not care.Instead, I find myself even more bitter than i was before.I don't know why I'm so bad with people.Part of me wants them to be in my life.  To be able to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8430469861580645569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=8430469861580645569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8430469861580645569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8430469861580645569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/02/icebox.html' title='Icebox'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-4604814746688923644</id><published>2007-02-03T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:58:57.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hypersensitive.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah. I hate this feeling.As a child, my parents always complained that i was overly stubborn and super sensitive. It's only when i'm not with them that i learned that about myself.I hate people. Correction. I hate people who cancel on me. I hate people who make promises they don't keep. I hate people who put up a front. I hate people who choose to neglect others to fend for themselves.If i hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4604814746688923644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=4604814746688923644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4604814746688923644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/4604814746688923644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/02/hypersensitive.html' title='hypersensitive.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-1619482329988609722</id><published>2007-01-28T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:44:08.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin, baby.</title><summary type='text'>Stacy, Lisa, and I went to Austin along with Thomas, Steven, Jason, and Ron. It was a lot of fun! I hadn't expected to have so much fun. Lisa picked me at 3 and then we went to Stacy's to pick her up. Stacy needed to drop off her keys to Angela so that Angela could take care of Nala while Stacy was in Austin so we went to Laiyee's. Angela and Laiyee were working on the ASA board while watching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1619482329988609722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=1619482329988609722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1619482329988609722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/1619482329988609722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/01/austin-baby.html' title='Austin, baby.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-8440623588029893698</id><published>2007-01-14T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:51:29.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have issues with intimacy.thanks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8440623588029893698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271586&amp;postID=8440623588029893698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8440623588029893698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271586/posts/default/8440623588029893698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiecheeks.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-issues-with-intimacy.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121560357774510593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/expr3ss/f83a29d5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271586.post-879085566883192716</id><published>2007-01-07T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:41:20.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eHarmony profile.</title><summary type='text'>Agreeableness: taking care of others or taking care of yourself.You are best described as:USUALLY TAKING CARE OF OTHERSWords that describe you:UnderstandingUnquestioningHumaneSelflessGentleKindheartedGullibleIndulgentA General Description of How You Interact with OthersHere's one important truth about you: you have a tender heart. 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