<?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-12499625</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:19:21.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isle Palm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112896613554006573</id><published>2005-10-10T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:42:15.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/640/janew2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/320/janew2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did at Jane Wayne Day!!! I found this pic on Ft. Benning's website.  This is the exact place one of our obstacles took place.  It was AWESOME!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112896613554006573?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112896613554006573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112896613554006573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112896613554006573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112896613554006573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-what-i-did-at-jane-wayne-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112896539010473069</id><published>2005-10-10T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:29:50.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/640/DSCN0185.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/320/DSCN0185.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me (on the right in the green) and my friend Kathy.  Her daugher Emily is in the middle.  I thought it was a cute picture until I realized I had vampire eyes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112896539010473069?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112896539010473069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112896539010473069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112896539010473069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112896539010473069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-me-on-right-in-green-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112878561833783277</id><published>2005-10-08T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:33:38.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blahblahblah</title><content type='html'>I am sick for the first time in a LONG time!  Looks like the stress might be getting to me.  Its fall break and all I'm doing is sitting around the house because I feel like crap!  Oh well... On another note, a girl in my class is trying to set me up with this guy...but as soon as I agreed to it, I kicked myself in the ass.  I don't want to go out looking, that doesn't work, not to mention hes only 5'8, maybe I'm in denial about the fact that it sounded alright until she dropped that.  For those of you who don't know me, that's how tall I am, and I have a complex about not dating short guys.  They don't have to be huge, but I would like to wear my heels and still be shorter (even if only by a little).  So needless to say I'm not looking forward to meeting the guy.  Is that mean of me?  The bottom line is, I'm still in the rebound phase--no not like what you are thinking.  I want to meet someone and hit it off so I will forget about Josh because I feel that is the only way to move on.  But on the other hand, I'm not ready to date, and don't feel I have anything to offer right now.  I'm still too sinister to be able to charm some new guy.  Right now I view love as a load of shit.  The fact that you can tell someone you love them, and then a week later tell them you never want to see them again?  That isnt love, but I know in my heart Josh did love me.  Ok I'm not getting into that again, all I am saying is that as of now, love is over rated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112878561833783277?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112878561833783277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112878561833783277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112878561833783277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112878561833783277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/10/blahblahblah.html' title='blahblahblah'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112793666750651144</id><published>2005-09-28T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:44:27.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies!</title><content type='html'>I went to my pre-clinical tour at the medical center today, and our group (which was 10 out of the 76 students) were able to do something special!  We were able to go into PICU (the pediatric Intensive Care Unit) to tour, and talk to some of the nurses.  We got to see babies up close that were only 25 weeks old, weighing barely a pound.  They looked like little dolls!  It was so awesome to see the little babies.  Hopefully they will all pull through and mature so that they can be discharged home to their mothers.  Today, we got to tour different floors and stations in the hospital, but seeing the babies was the highlight for me.  I may change my mind after completing my rotations, but if I work in the hospital, I want to be in either labor and delivery or PICU.  If I work in an office (which would have MUCH better hours and holidays off) I want to work for a plastic surgeon...and NO not for the free lipo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112793666750651144?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112793666750651144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112793666750651144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112793666750651144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112793666750651144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/09/babies.html' title='Babies!'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112768853320622569</id><published>2005-09-25T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:50:28.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Wayne Day</title><content type='html'>I had one of the coolest days of my life yesturday. I went to Jane Wayne day at Ft. Benning ga with Kathy and her family. We had a blast. It is a day for rangers’ wives and their friends to go through the obstacle courses, jump towers, and generally to see what it is like in the day of a ranger. We started off going out the jump towers which are 34 feet high. It doesn’t look bad from the ground, but if you even have the slightest fear of height, I promise you wouldn’t jump! They make it 34 feet because between 30-40 feet is suppose to be the scariest height to jump from. Anything lower seems easy, and anything much higher isn’t “realistic” looking. They suited us up with full gear, parachutes, helmets and all! We walked up the stairs, they hooked us up to the cord, and told us to tuck our neck to our chest and jump! I normally have no fear but I made the mistake of looking down first. I had to take a minute, and then I said what the hell, I’m definitely going to do it so I might as well jump, and I did! It was such a rush. Kathy’s 9 year old son Jason did it 5 times! Our next task was rappelling which was my favorite event of the day. We again suited up, and began on the 25 ft. rappel towers where you walk down a wall. It was fun, but I had a difficult time using my break. I got stuck, but managed to finish with a bang! On site, there was a second rappelling tower that, for the first time, was open to the public. I knew this was a once in a life time chance, so I took it. It was 60 feet high and had no wall to rappel down. It was basically a free fall. Nothing but air, and you. It was AWESOME! I can’t begin to describe how empowering it was to know that I was doing this by myself, and that I was controlling my life. We threw hatchets, and shot bow and arrows. We ate MRE’s for lunch, which was pretty cool. We then went to the confidence course where I climbed up and over these logs. It was known as the confidence climb. It was run as a relay with our team. At the end, the entire team got in the mud on our hands and knees and crawled through the mud under barbed wire. Our entire bodies were submerged, and people were kicking up mud all over eachother. We were able to rinse off afterwards, and then went to the last event. We did a boat race with paddles, racing other teams. It was fun, and another ‘wet’ event. The day ended about 3:30 pm. I left with quite the sun burn, but all in all, it was an unbelievable day. I think the Army would be challenging, and it is something I would love to do. I love challenging myself physically, more so than just endurance. I hopefully will return next year, and in the mean time, I will be keeping my eyes peeled for opportunities similar to this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112768853320622569?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112768853320622569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112768853320622569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112768853320622569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112768853320622569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/09/jane-wayne-day.html' title='Jane Wayne Day'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112750327647346020</id><published>2005-09-23T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:21:16.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...(Thanks Lisanne!)</title><content type='html'>What if …&lt;br /&gt;1] … you could do absolutely *anything* you wanted to right now? Where would you go? What activity would you choose? Would you do it alone or with friends/family? Why?   I am going to answer this question honestly, even though 50 people are going to slap be right now.  I would be campling at Little Jo with Josh.  I am trying to move on, but when you give your heart to someone, you don't always get it back.&lt;br /&gt;2] … you suddenly found $500 in your wallet, all for you [with no catches]. What would you do with it? Why?  Funny, I actually did find $500 yesturday, in my school bank account that is.  I got the nursing scholarship I applied for.  Unfortunitly, that money has to go towards school.  If I could spend it, I would save it so that I can buy a new car when I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;3] … you could trade places with someone right now, just for a day? Who would you choose, and why? What do you think it would feel like to be that person? I wish I could be Josh, that way I would know his real reasons for breaking my heart, and if all the cruel things he said to me were true. &lt;br /&gt;4] … you woke up tomorrow with powers of invisibility, but the effect would only last for a few days? Where would you go, and what would you do? Who would you “spy” on? In which situation would you most like to be an unnoticed “fly on the wall”?  Oh easy, to Hollywood, or where ever Brad Pitt happens to be at the moment.  I'm sorry if it is cliche, but he is the most gorgeous man in the world, and I would love to see him in person without getting arrested for harassment.  Yeah, id be following him into the shower....a hem!&lt;br /&gt;5] … you could choose *one* song NEVER to hear ever again in your life? Which song would it be? How about *one* song to ONLY hear for the rest of your life? I would never want to hear that Gwen Stefani remake of the fiddler on the roof song...if I were a rich girl. Not only is she the worst singer next to Britney Spears, but you cannot turn fiddler on the roof into pop music.  And only one song to hear for the rest of my life...probably I'll be by Edwin McCain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112750327647346020?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112750327647346020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112750327647346020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112750327647346020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112750327647346020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-ifthanks-lisanne.html' title='What if...(Thanks Lisanne!)'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112655860494596098</id><published>2005-09-12T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:56:44.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog...</title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever and a half since I have even posted anything, but I haven't even  been in the mood!  I do have some good news.  I got in the nursing program!  All of the worry was for nothing.  School is going well.  It is definitly a challenge, but I have managed to get B's on my first 2 tests, and have stayed above the average test grade!  I haven't been doing well in the relationship department...although I feel like I have let go somewhat.  Josh and I had been talking through emails, and then I realized it wasn't doing any good.  There will always be a place in my heart for him, but all he is going to do is drag me down.  I told him I never wanted to hear from him again, and made him promise not to contact me. (for those of you that don't know, he has been known to come back) I know im my heart that it is over, but by me taking the initiative to cut all ties, I feel like I am slowly allowing myself to let go.  In all honesty, our relationship ended at the best possible time.  I am so busy, I would barely have time for us if we were still together.  Still haven't officially moved on because I haven't had the oppertunity for a date.  Speaking of which, I met someone (but it can't go anywhere because I don't know his phone number!!!) and i felt a connection with him, but neither of us know eachothers last names or phone numbers.  I should have been bold and ask for his when we met, but I wussed out.  Maybe we will meet again...until then I will be eating out at Olive Garden a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112655860494596098?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112655860494596098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112655860494596098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112655860494596098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112655860494596098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog...'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112190096399758296</id><published>2005-07-20T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:09:24.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE MEN</title><content type='html'>Ok well maybe not all of them.  I am trying to keep my focus off Josh, and on other things, or people I should say.  There is a really nice guy that comes in where I work, and we are going to hang out together sometime soon.  The problem...he is seeing someone.  Now I realize this is probably some rebound thinking, but I am interested in him.   He seems like someone you could spend everyday with and enjoy every minute.  He was honest and upfront with me about dating someone, and I don't know how serious it is, and I am NOT going to try to steal him away...but it would be nice to atleast have a friend right now, and if it goes somewhere, then yay for me!  I suggested going fishing for our first friendly outing...nothing that would normally be considered a date, and nothing that costs money.  Any other suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112190096399758296?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112190096399758296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112190096399758296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112190096399758296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112190096399758296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-men.html' title='I HATE MEN'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112162915698553854</id><published>2005-07-17T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:39:16.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours</title><content type='html'>And sometimes hails, and knocks you on your feet.  My boyfriend and I of 3 years just broke up, as if I didn't have enough on my plate.  I am at such a loss for words, I know I will not be writing much today.  I love him so much, and I know he isn't coming back.  He has my heart, and always will.  There will never be a day when I don't think about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112162915698553854?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112162915698553854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112162915698553854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112162915698553854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112162915698553854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112130041411673926</id><published>2005-07-13T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:20:14.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well apparently my sister has arrived to South Africa safely, hopefully they are having a blast.  The pups are doing great, as I type, they are barking over my shoulder and running around the house.  I just got back from having dinner with my family friend Pam.  We had a wonderful time, and a great talk!  I have been going through a tough time recently and it is wonderful to have someone to relate to.  Well, gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112130041411673926?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112130041411673926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112130041411673926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112130041411673926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112130041411673926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112100583818978023</id><published>2005-07-10T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T10:30:38.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The pups!</title><content type='html'>They are doing great! I'm sure they miss Hannah and James, but you would never know it, they have been so good for me.  Josh and I went to Target last night and bought Wriggley a new blue collar (he didn't think the red one he had on was appropriate for a boy, and I bought a new one for Gracie for Xmas) He looks very handsome in it.  It is light blue and navy blue wound together like a rope.  It makes him look like a true southern gentleman!  The pups are doing wonderful Hannah, you have no worries! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112100583818978023?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112100583818978023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112100583818978023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112100583818978023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112100583818978023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/07/pups.html' title='The pups!'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-112082328067760910</id><published>2005-07-08T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:48:00.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog sitting!</title><content type='html'>My sister Hannah and her husband James are going to South Africa on Saturday and I get to watch her pootches while she is gone!  I got to watch them last year and had so much fun!  They are wild and crazy, but lovable and snuggly.  I hope they won't miss my sister much since I will be taking very good care of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-112082328067760910?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/112082328067760910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=112082328067760910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112082328067760910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/112082328067760910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/07/dog-sitting.html' title='Dog sitting!'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111900905240113204</id><published>2005-06-17T07:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T07:50:52.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor litle Cooey</title><content type='html'>My dog is having surgery today to remove a tooth that has been causing her to get an infection with fever.  We are about to leave.  The sad part is, she is having it at the clinic where I work.  It may sound nice that I can moniter her, but seeing her is going to upset me.  Plus, she is a whiner!  She whimpers when she is sad, and I dont want to be able to hear her crying in the back!!!  Pray that everthing goes well.  I know she is in good hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111900905240113204?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111900905240113204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111900905240113204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111900905240113204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111900905240113204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/06/poor-litle-cooey.html' title='Poor litle Cooey'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111831780529022861</id><published>2005-06-09T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:50:05.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going away?</title><content type='html'>My aunt and uncle live in Colarado, and have offered that I could stay with them a year and start a nuring program there.  I am not sure...I wouldn't want to be so far from Josh, but also I have never been away from my family (and although I would be staying with family) it would still be wierd for me.  On the other hand, I may be forced to go if my 12th spot on the waiting list does not get me in the nursing program at CSU.  I guess I am just scared to be on my own since I never have, but I have to do it one day.  The question I need to ask myself is if Josh wasn't in the picture, would I do it?  I think the answer would be yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111831780529022861?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111831780529022861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111831780529022861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111831780529022861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111831780529022861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/06/going-away.html' title='Going away?'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111799402789710036</id><published>2005-06-05T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T13:53:47.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, rain, go away!</title><content type='html'>It seems like the rain in Ga will not go away!  I was hoping to get some sun this weekend, and maybe spend sometime outside, but the rain kept me in.  I don't get to spend much time outside during the week.  On the 26th, my boyfriend Josh and I will have been together 3 years!  I am excited.  Alhtough, I am not sure what to get him for a gift, especially since his birthday is 2 weeks after!  It seems as though people use up all the romantic ideas the first year, and then they are at a loss as to what to buy their honey!  Does anyone have any ideas?  I probably need to start looking!  I only have a few weeks until the big day, and I want it to be a special one..  Not to be mushy, but I feel lucky to be with him, and I want my gift to reflect that.  I am out of ideas, any suggestions would be appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111799402789710036?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111799402789710036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111799402789710036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111799402789710036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111799402789710036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/06/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain, rain, go away!'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111775186039248870</id><published>2005-06-02T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:37:40.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad news</title><content type='html'>Bad news...I found out today that I am on a waiting list for the nursing program, meaning i havent been accepted or rejected.  I do not have a back up plan, and I have to be a full time student for my medical insurance.  I am number 12.  I was told people always turn it down, and that they always have to call people from the waiting list...but being number 12, they dont know if I will get chosen.  I dont know what to do.  There are no other schools in the area.  I dont have the money to leave home, and my parents wont let me move in with my boyfriend (who lives the school year in Atlanta).  I could always attend school there and stay with him, but my parents have always been against it, as have i, although under these circumstances, I would be willing to compromise.  I am not ready (finantially or emotionally) to live by myself in a strange city.  I am so depressed.  My dreams are falling apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111775186039248870?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111775186039248870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111775186039248870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111775186039248870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111775186039248870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-news.html' title='Bad news'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111762502439515505</id><published>2005-06-01T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:32:01.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday girl no more</title><content type='html'>Well I am 22. Before I know it, I will be 23. Time goes so fast. I got some cute blothes, a new scrapbook with palm trees on the front, some cute jewelery, a pillow-top mattress pad (SO comfortable!) a new license for the front of my car, and some good CD's. It was a nice birthday. I am off to work again. It is going to be one of those long, rainy days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111762502439515505?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111762502439515505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111762502439515505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111762502439515505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111762502439515505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthday-girl-no-more.html' title='Birthday girl no more'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111723352416411185</id><published>2005-05-27T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:38:44.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/640/vivitar%20camera%20047.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/320/vivitar%20camera%20047.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this pretty!?  I sure miss the beach!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111723352416411185?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111723352416411185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111723352416411185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111723352416411185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111723352416411185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/isnt-this-pretty-i-sure-miss-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111710819439711340</id><published>2005-05-26T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T07:49:54.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping...</title><content type='html'>I am sleeping so much recently.  I work from 8-6, then eat dinner, and usually crawl in bed around 9.  This isn't normal.  I have always loved to sleep, but I have never gone to bed so early?  Maybe it's the medication I was put on for migranes.  All I know is I want to start exercising again, and I sure can't exercise while I'm asleep.  Maybe it is because I'm working more than I ever have, and I'm not used to it.  I need to start taking a good multi-vitamin.  I'm off to work again.  I'm excited to take Tulip home again!  She needs some lovin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111710819439711340?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111710819439711340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111710819439711340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111710819439711340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111710819439711340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping...'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111698387781041843</id><published>2005-05-24T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:17:57.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/640/vivitar%20camera%20066.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/320/vivitar%20camera%20066.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my BABY!  Her name is Tulip.  Her and her 3 siblings came to our clinic when their eyes weren't even opened.  Her two sisters and brother were adopted, and she was left at out clinic.  Out of the bunch, she is the sweetest, smartest and cutest, so I do not understand why we are having trouble finding her a home.  She is now 16 weeks old, and about 23 lbs.  I have taken her home for a night, but my mom doesnt want a big dog.  (she is a lab-chow mix) She may be coming home this weekend, although she will have to go back to the clinic sunday or monday.  It tears me apart.  I have fallen in love with this puppy, and want to help her, but I'm still under my parents roof.  I have put up signs in the clinic, and asked around, and I still cannot find her a family.  I want to keep her, and it breaks my heart to see her in the cage at the vet office 85% of the day.  She needs to play and learn, and be in an enviornment to do so!  She also has mange (demodectic, the genetic, non-contageous kind) and is recovering from an outbreak.  It is brought on by stress, and I know she is stressed at the clinic.  DOES ANYONE OUT THERE WANT A PUPPY?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111698387781041843?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111698387781041843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111698387781041843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111698387781041843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111698387781041843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-my-baby-her-name-is-tulip.html' title=''/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111693535746745106</id><published>2005-05-24T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T07:49:17.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Columbus.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that I was talking to people from my old high school in MD about how horrible Columbus was.  I KNOW this was sprung from the conversation my sister and I have been carrying over our blogs about being sick of Columbus.  I used to like it, but then you go to larger cities that have all the stores, and restaraunts that we don't have, and it makes you realize, why am I here?  I know it isn't forever, but I am going to struggle for the next 2 years until graduation.  I used to have friends here, but they prooved to be 'fair-weather' friends, back-stabbers if you will.  Josh is the only thing here, although he lives an hour north of Columbus, and as soon as he graduates, he will be leaving also.  Now that the idea of 'getting the hell out of here' has been put on the table, we can start to discuss options! (even though it's 2 years away)  I have to have plans.  I want to be able to know what the future holds!  When I'm a nurse, I will be able to work whereever I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111693535746745106?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111693535746745106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111693535746745106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111693535746745106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111693535746745106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/tired-of-columbus.html' title='Tired of Columbus.'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111677544642198065</id><published>2005-05-22T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T11:24:06.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Davinci Code</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how many people have read, or are reading the Davinci Code, but I just found out that they are coming out with a movie about it, I believe it is due to be released next year.  That's good news for me, by then I should be finished the book!  I just started the book about a week ago, but need to get back into it.  I just haven't felt like reading this past week.  I also need to get back into exersizing, and I haven't been in the mood to do that either!  Sometimes I feel like I don't do enough.  I just got out of school until the fall.  I have all summer to do whatever I want.  (Although I will be working 40-50 hours a week) And all I feel like doing is a whole lot of NOTHING.  Maybe that will change in a few weeks.  I want to acomplish more this summer than work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111677544642198065?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111677544642198065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111677544642198065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111677544642198065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111677544642198065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/davinci-code.html' title='The Davinci Code'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111658946734436861</id><published>2005-05-20T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T07:44:27.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>I was just reading my sister Hannah's blog (at teatopia.net) and she just bought a new journal.  It made me start thinking about writing.  I had always wrote in a journal until about a year ago.  I don't know why I stopped?  I have always felt paranoid that someone would find it and either snoop, or if I lost it.  I guess I stopped because I always felt like I was wriring with a censor.  I thought, ok, what can I write that I wouldn't mind other people seeing?  It's not that I have any huge secrets that people don't know.  It's just feelings I have, things I don't want anyone else to see.  Does anyone else feel this way?  What do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111658946734436861?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111658946734436861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111658946734436861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111658946734436861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111658946734436861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111641649107529223</id><published>2005-05-18T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T07:41:31.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Migranes!</title><content type='html'>I had to leave work early to go to the doctor, because my headache from yesturday was still pounding, and medicine had not helped it.  Well so my suprise, they aren't 'sinus headaches' as I had thought.  I have migranes.  That sucks.  I was given maxalt, a prescription headache medicine, and after two, it FINALLY went away.  Does anyone else get migranes?  What meds work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111641649107529223?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111641649107529223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111641649107529223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111641649107529223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111641649107529223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/migranes.html' title='Migranes!'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111628568367955100</id><published>2005-05-16T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T19:21:23.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A long day</title><content type='html'>I just got home from work.  (I work as a receptionist at a vet clinic, although my job entails much, much more!)  I recently started working there, and have never held a job similar to it.  I love my job, and I am glad to be getting the medical experience before I begin the nursing program in the fall.  I am still waiting on my acceptence letter...nevermind that.  I ususally work with Jenny, but she called in sick today, so I worked all day by myself.  I was glad to be independent, and handle everything alone, but when you aren't feeling well and have a pounding sinus headache, you wish you had the help!  Had I not already changed majors twice, I would have gone to vet school.  As a child, I always said it was what I wanted to do.  But, I have already been in college 4 years, and have 2 more, since my first 2 years were spent taking classes I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; I needed.  I know it is never too late to start over, but I also know, I will have a hard time getting out of my parents house if I decide to stay in school another 4 years!  Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, but at 21 (22 on May 29th) I am eager to start my own life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111628568367955100?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111628568367955100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111628568367955100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111628568367955100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111628568367955100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-day.html' title='A long day'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111618110601777852</id><published>2005-05-15T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T14:18:26.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/640/coconut%20mango%20shampoo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/320/coconut%20mango%20shampoo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name of my blog may suggest, anything with a palm tree on it gets my attention, and I love anything that has a tropical fragrance!  I started using this shampoo called coconut mango by back to basics. I love the smell, it reminds me of the beach everytime I wash my hair!  I would highly recommend that everyone try it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111618110601777852?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111618110601777852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111618110601777852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111618110601777852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111618110601777852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-name-of-my-blog-may-suggest.html' title=''/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111611989251529598</id><published>2005-05-14T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:36:55.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/640/vivitar%20camera%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/320/vivitar%20camera%20121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dog Cooey and my favorite man in the world, Josh. I think they both look SO adorable in this pic! This picture is from this morning, our last day at the beach. We were sad to go, but had a LOT of fun. We celebrated my Grandma's 80th birthday, rented a boat, saw dolphins, shopped, and I got to spend time with family, some of which I hadn't seen in years! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111611989251529598?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111611989251529598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111611989251529598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111611989251529598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111611989251529598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-is-my-dog-cooey-and-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111611936064361252</id><published>2005-05-14T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:09:20.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/640/summer_house.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/320/summer_house.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beach house my family rented for vacation.  It is off of Tang-o-mar drive in Destin Florida.  The house was nice, and best of all, pet friendly!  So our dog Cooey could come.  We took her on the beach, but all she got out of it was a nose full of sand!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111611936064361252?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111611936064361252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111611936064361252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111611936064361252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111611936064361252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-beach-house-my-family-rented.html' title=''/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111611620078832546</id><published>2005-05-14T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T20:16:40.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/640/Copy%20of%201099228956Image03.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/5518/320/Copy%20of%201099228956Image03.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left to right:  my dog Cooey, and my sister Hannah's dogs Gracie and Wrigley&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111611620078832546?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111611620078832546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111611620078832546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111611620078832546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111611620078832546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-left-to-right-my-dog-cooey-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12499625.post-111495691756048989</id><published>2005-05-01T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:15:17.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome May</title><content type='html'>The first day of a great month!  I will be leaving for Destin Florida for vacation on May 7th and I can't wait!  I really need this vacation.  I want to be able to relax and get a tan!  It is also my grandmothers 80th birthday, so the first weekend of our vacation will be a celebration for her, with the rest of our family.  I think it is so nice that everyone is coming together to celebrate.  Last but not least, May 29th is my 22nd birthday.  I'm less looking forward to it, because once you hit 21, there's no point in getting older!  I have no plans for my birthday, but things may change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12499625-111495691756048989?l=islepalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/feeds/111495691756048989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12499625&amp;postID=111495691756048989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111495691756048989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12499625/posts/default/111495691756048989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islepalm.blogspot.com/2005/05/welcome-may.html' title='Welcome May'/><author><name>Meggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03882554236234451520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
