<?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-394501918404020063</id><updated>2011-09-29T04:14:52.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on writing well</title><subtitle type='html'>i have huge sunglasses. and i love them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394501918404020063.post-7895490598357091918</id><published>2009-02-27T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:47:44.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new site</title><content type='html'>hello dearest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new website!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the one and only aaron garcia,&lt;br /&gt;my blog is now available at &lt;a href="http://monicahopkins.com"&gt;monicahopkins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you might need to resubscribe.&lt;br /&gt;[all 10 of my readers]&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the inconvenience,&lt;br /&gt;but please do take a moment to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy my new site.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a start.&lt;br /&gt;expect changes in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7895490598357091918?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7895490598357091918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7895490598357091918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7895490598357091918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7895490598357091918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-site.html' title='new site'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-592554247846667659</id><published>2009-02-25T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:41:45.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an open book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i’ve recently started a new venture in my life, that just a few of my loved ones know about. [just a few]. it’s an adventure, without a doubt, and it’s frightening and emotional, and life-changing, and all of those difficult things that i know will pay off in the end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the scariest part about it though, is being so open with these people. i fear that someone will spill the beans, or innocently share with someone else, or write something embarrassing on my facebook wall [yes, i fear this]. i have no control over that and it’s a challenge that i face often because i am committed to living my life as an open book.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but that’s the thing about being vulnerable to people. it means you hand over control to them. you are no longer running the show alone–these people become very much a part of it. and it can be difficult because you can only trust people to an extent, but it’s such a good thing because they are then allowed to take part in the adventure with you. that includes the sorrow and the joy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i’m convinced this is how God intended it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-592554247846667659?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/592554247846667659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=592554247846667659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/592554247846667659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/592554247846667659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-book.html' title='an open book'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6831311280374787708</id><published>2009-02-22T14:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:19:18.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>old habits</title><content type='html'>i have this really bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;i like to stay out very late on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;[makes me feel like i'm an adult i think,&lt;br /&gt;and somehow reassures the fact that&lt;br /&gt;i own my time...or something like that].&lt;br /&gt;and on my way home i stop at whataburger.&lt;br /&gt;yes, whataburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fine establishment starts serving breakfast&lt;br /&gt;at 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;[i like the breakfast taquito with a coke.]&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself craving this meal around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;that's how bad this habit is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i'm ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;i claim it as just another one of my weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new topic: how many "weird things" is one person allowed to have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6831311280374787708?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6831311280374787708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6831311280374787708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6831311280374787708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6831311280374787708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-habits.html' title='old habits'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1990618949516253281</id><published>2009-02-17T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:05:42.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>growing.</title><content type='html'>i need to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1990618949516253281?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1990618949516253281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1990618949516253281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1990618949516253281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1990618949516253281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/02/growing.html' title='growing.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1701610505001495712</id><published>2009-02-15T18:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:23:18.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>i have a new love for valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it when people complain&lt;br /&gt;about valentines being all about consumerism,&lt;br /&gt;fake romance, waste of money, single-awareness day,&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever want to be that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this year,&lt;br /&gt;i spent valentines day with people i love.&lt;br /&gt;and it was so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;the best valentines i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;and now i look back to those times&lt;br /&gt;when i've actually had a valentine.&lt;br /&gt;they were so empty compared to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that&lt;br /&gt;changing the meaning of valentines day&lt;br /&gt;starts with me [one person].&lt;br /&gt;consciously choosing to be with people that i truly love&lt;br /&gt;and make sure they know that i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of complaining about the day,&lt;br /&gt;i celebrated valentines.&lt;br /&gt;and it was lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1701610505001495712?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1701610505001495712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1701610505001495712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1701610505001495712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1701610505001495712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8795764369565381623</id><published>2009-02-08T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:01:02.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>black, white, and grey</title><content type='html'>i've always been a very honest person.&lt;br /&gt;straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;blunt, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always seen life as very black and white.&lt;br /&gt;this is right, and this is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i situation comes up,&lt;br /&gt;i instantly know what category it goes in.&lt;br /&gt;i make a decision, and there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things changed for me.&lt;br /&gt;in the last year and a half,&lt;br /&gt;there has been very much a grey area in my life.&lt;br /&gt;this isn't wrong, but it isn't necessarily right.&lt;br /&gt;or i knew at one time this was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not really wrong to me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've recently had a situation that was neither black or white.&lt;br /&gt;it knew it was the right thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;but it was so wrong at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8795764369565381623?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8795764369565381623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8795764369565381623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8795764369565381623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8795764369565381623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-white-and-grey.html' title='black, white, and grey'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5726061503315742885</id><published>2009-01-28T19:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:26:11.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>resonation</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy being the butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;and then i got sick.&lt;br /&gt;i'm working on kicking it to the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i've been thinking on:&lt;br /&gt;there are very few people in life&lt;br /&gt;that you know will be your friend forever.&lt;br /&gt;they understand you.&lt;br /&gt;they love you.&lt;br /&gt;the things they say resonate with your heart&lt;br /&gt;and you just know that they are an extension of you.&lt;br /&gt;it's a rare thing,&lt;br /&gt;and when you find it, it is comforting.&lt;br /&gt;in my life,&lt;br /&gt;my brothers have been that.&lt;br /&gt;they might not always understand me,&lt;br /&gt;but they love me.&lt;br /&gt;and they say things that resonate within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially my brother daniel.&lt;br /&gt;who has recently made a smashing entrance into the &lt;a href="http://ihopeyouwin.blogspot.com"&gt;blog world&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[for a second time!]&lt;br /&gt;daniel and i are very similar.&lt;br /&gt;we love deeply.&lt;br /&gt;we think constantly.&lt;br /&gt;and we both love to write.&lt;br /&gt;and daniel is so talented at it.&lt;br /&gt;he writes his life. and it is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, please, all of my [7] readers... here's &lt;a href="http://ihopeyouwin.blogspot.com"&gt;daniel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5726061503315742885?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5726061503315742885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5726061503315742885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5726061503315742885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5726061503315742885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/01/resonation.html' title='resonation'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-7492794826134859079</id><published>2009-01-04T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:05:20.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the loner vs. the butterfly</title><content type='html'>one side of me tends to be a loner.&lt;br /&gt;quite often, actually.&lt;br /&gt;this is unusual for me.&lt;br /&gt;[if you've known me for more than&lt;br /&gt;five minutes,&lt;br /&gt;you know that i am drawn to people]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while that is very much true,&lt;br /&gt;there is still a side of me that aches&lt;br /&gt;if i don't get my alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current situation in life&lt;br /&gt;does not allow for much time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i have experienced the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;yet i have this internal struggle&lt;br /&gt;because i truly love people.&lt;br /&gt;i love their stories and their voices&lt;br /&gt;and the light that they bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will have to settle for the time being&lt;br /&gt;with the thought that i am split in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loner vs. the butterfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7492794826134859079?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7492794826134859079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7492794826134859079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7492794826134859079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7492794826134859079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/01/loner-vs-butterfly.html' title='the loner vs. the butterfly'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6327681477542974309</id><published>2009-01-01T16:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:36:06.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2K9</title><content type='html'>well, it is 2009.&lt;br /&gt;and i am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 started off with a case of mono,&lt;br /&gt;followed by a series of events&lt;br /&gt;that were difficult,&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaking,&lt;br /&gt;and wearing on my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless of these things,&lt;br /&gt;last year ended in many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;for which i am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;and 2009 will continue on the same route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be the best year of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is already starting off better.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have mono today!&lt;br /&gt;instead i am healthy,&lt;br /&gt;and my family is here,&lt;br /&gt;and my brother weds in 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;and i just creamed my uncles in texas hold em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to living and loving in 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6327681477542974309?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6327681477542974309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6327681477542974309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6327681477542974309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6327681477542974309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2009/01/2k9.html' title='2K9'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3913415907924477727</id><published>2008-12-29T18:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:39:48.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the minivan</title><content type='html'>today i was reminded of the first time i drove a car alone.&lt;br /&gt;my mom let me take the minivan to blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;man, i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;ready.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i was too cool.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the fact that i didn't care that i was driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a minivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i didn't care...i was driving...alone!&lt;br /&gt;i was slightly scared,&lt;br /&gt;but my excitement overpowered that.&lt;br /&gt;and i did it.&lt;br /&gt;i drove that movie back to blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;and i drove all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;and i even parked the van in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;talk about an accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;why can't every stage in life be that easy?&lt;br /&gt;where my terror is overcome by joy and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;my fears washed out by anticipation of something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think about it,&lt;br /&gt;my dreams &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;overcome my fear and doubt for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;it's when i get to the edge of the diving board,&lt;br /&gt;that i get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wish i felt like i did when i turned the ignition to the minivan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3913415907924477727?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3913415907924477727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3913415907924477727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3913415907924477727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3913415907924477727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/minivan.html' title='the minivan'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8922832993772500754</id><published>2008-12-25T23:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:01:13.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas via me</title><content type='html'>what i got for christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ a wii [family present which we played practically all day]&lt;br /&gt;+ little espresso cups from world market [adorable]&lt;br /&gt;+ a pair of toms shoes [shout out: daniel]&lt;br /&gt;+ a random board game [amusement to be determined]&lt;br /&gt;+ the outliers by malcolm gladwell [holla!]&lt;br /&gt;+ some christmas socks [thanks mom!]&lt;br /&gt;+ some christmas pj's that are going back [sorry mom]&lt;br /&gt;+ a lot of money [booyah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said money will be put to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;use.&lt;br /&gt;[to be revealed at a later time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during scripture-reading,&lt;br /&gt;and present-opening,&lt;br /&gt;and feast-having,&lt;br /&gt;and movie-seeing,&lt;br /&gt;and wii-playing,&lt;br /&gt;during all of these things,&lt;br /&gt;i thought of the many blessings in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas a lovely christmas indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8922832993772500754?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8922832993772500754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8922832993772500754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8922832993772500754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8922832993772500754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-via-me.html' title='christmas via me'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3460817586745161731</id><published>2008-12-23T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:07:56.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>festivus</title><content type='html'>today is festivus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know what festivus is,&lt;br /&gt;watch more seinfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, today is christmas eve eve.&lt;br /&gt;said goodbye to the office&lt;br /&gt;and i am officially home for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone is here.&lt;br /&gt;had chili for dinner [so good]&lt;br /&gt;many gifts under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a festivus for the rest of us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3460817586745161731?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3460817586745161731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3460817586745161731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3460817586745161731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3460817586745161731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/festivus.html' title='festivus'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2528845260499776259</id><published>2008-12-21T11:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:54:33.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my tv show</title><content type='html'>i'm convinced that my life&lt;br /&gt;would make an awesome reality tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;characters on the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monica &lt;/span&gt;| hilarious, yet pensive girl who does weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stephanie &lt;/span&gt;| lover of hip hop, hater of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jesse &lt;/span&gt;| may be mental, still awaiting test results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;julie &lt;/span&gt;| sister-to-be and always up for shopping&lt;br /&gt;+ at least 20 other riveting characters that&lt;br /&gt;i am too lazy to list right now.&lt;br /&gt;[i didn't realize how long the list would be&lt;br /&gt;when i started typing this blog&lt;br /&gt;and this did not appear to be the direction i was going.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;the camera crew would follow me around everywhere&lt;br /&gt;[and stephanie would probably get her own crew&lt;br /&gt;because she is such a entertaining character]&lt;br /&gt;and it would mostly be me laughing,&lt;br /&gt;driving around,&lt;br /&gt;looking at christmas lights,&lt;br /&gt;meeting friends for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;and hanging with jesse, watching top chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the camera would catch all of the bizarre things&lt;br /&gt;that i experience on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm convinced this would make a great show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2528845260499776259?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2528845260499776259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2528845260499776259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2528845260499776259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2528845260499776259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-tv-show.html' title='my tv show'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2860620829629116423</id><published>2008-12-11T21:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:39:00.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>experiment</title><content type='html'>i held a little experiment this evening.&lt;br /&gt;and the results were quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;of course,&lt;br /&gt;i shall not speak of them here.&lt;br /&gt;but rather, in another place.&lt;br /&gt;that you will see soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news,&lt;br /&gt;the relient k christmas album&lt;br /&gt;is surprisingly good.&lt;br /&gt;quite unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in even other news,&lt;br /&gt;the holidays seem to be jaaaaam-packed.&lt;br /&gt;plus a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2860620829629116423?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2860620829629116423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2860620829629116423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2860620829629116423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2860620829629116423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/experiment.html' title='experiment'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5677982170716440727</id><published>2008-12-08T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:41:25.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee-water</title><content type='html'>saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed my keys and headed to the bucks&lt;br /&gt;[my first time in quite some time there]&lt;br /&gt;honestly, just needed to get out of the house&lt;br /&gt;because the cleaning lady was there&lt;br /&gt;and i felt guilty for just sitting on my rear&lt;br /&gt;drinking my mom's coffee-water&lt;br /&gt;[she makes the weakest coffee possible.&lt;br /&gt;so much so, that i call it coffee-water.]&lt;br /&gt;while the cleaning lady works diligently&lt;br /&gt;scrubbing my dirty bathroom that i,&lt;br /&gt;apparently, cannot clean myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no plans until five that evening,&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed my keys and headed out the door,&lt;br /&gt;wondering to myself what i would do with the day.&lt;br /&gt;i had a few errands to run,&lt;br /&gt;but they would certainly not take up the 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;that i had to spare.&lt;br /&gt;pulled up to starbucks and standing in line,&lt;br /&gt;my sister-to-be sends me a message via text&lt;br /&gt;to join her for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be more perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;i knew lunch would somehow turn into shopping&lt;br /&gt;[and it did]&lt;br /&gt;and then i could run my few errands,&lt;br /&gt;grab a quick shower,&lt;br /&gt;and scoot off to the bachelorette party&lt;br /&gt;of all bachelorette parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this running through my brain&lt;br /&gt;while my current obsession,&lt;br /&gt;school of seven bells,&lt;br /&gt;is singing in my radio.&lt;br /&gt;the weather is perfect--sunny and cold.&lt;br /&gt;i've got the whole day ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;br /&gt;Lovers in Japan pops up&lt;br /&gt;and i hit the open road.&lt;br /&gt;i've talked about this &lt;a href="http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/02/combination-of-open-road-and-good-music.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but when this happened,&lt;br /&gt;i was so completely content with my life.&lt;br /&gt;it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has brought me many smiles lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='coffee-water'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5276254180917731990</id><published>2008-12-04T23:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:37:41.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the victorian woman</title><content type='html'>thrown into the competition,&lt;br /&gt;but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanting &lt;/span&gt;to compete.&lt;br /&gt;an image of victorian women continually popping&lt;br /&gt;into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;large bustles, tightly curled hair, and umbrellas with lace.&lt;br /&gt;not caring the least bit for anything&lt;br /&gt;but that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foolishness appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anticipated ugliest&lt;br /&gt;was rather the most lovely.&lt;br /&gt;expectations violently switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, perceptions changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5276254180917731990?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5276254180917731990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5276254180917731990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5276254180917731990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5276254180917731990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/victorian-woman.html' title='the victorian woman'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3652430715274388535</id><published>2008-12-03T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:43:33.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the dreamer</title><content type='html'>i haven't been writing here very much lately...&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i'm not on a writing hiatus or anything.&lt;br /&gt;actually, probably the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself writing more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;just in different places.&lt;br /&gt;and about different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;when it is truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i find myself always going back to the condition&lt;br /&gt;of the human heart.&lt;br /&gt;how we work.&lt;br /&gt;how we are wired.&lt;br /&gt;what makes us go.&lt;br /&gt;why we do what we do.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is always thinking of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep is the only time i am away from my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;and even then, dreams occupy.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be _____ and _______ and _____.&lt;br /&gt;and it's because i'm like _____ and i do _____ and&lt;br /&gt;i'm good at _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3652430715274388535?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3652430715274388535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3652430715274388535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3652430715274388535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3652430715274388535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreamer.html' title='the dreamer'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-7514079007003550958</id><published>2008-11-24T11:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:34:32.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>monday morning bits</title><content type='html'>hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving is in t-minus 3 days. [praise]&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd give some monday morning bits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just heard about &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/schoolofsevenbells"&gt;this band&lt;/a&gt;. downloaded album immediately.&lt;br /&gt;our &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7_dZTrjw9I"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; now has over 96,000 views.&lt;br /&gt;[rumors of an ice cream social at 100k are about.]&lt;br /&gt;i find myself quoting &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsWrY77o77o"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say, my &lt;a href="http://www.beyondrelevance.com"&gt;boss&lt;/a&gt; knows his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;seth godin &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2008/11/how-to-answer-t.html"&gt;perfectly describes&lt;/a&gt; what i've been experiencing&lt;br /&gt;all too much lately.&lt;br /&gt;how convenient: &lt;a href="http://www.thanksgiving.com/"&gt;thanksgiving.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;a href="http://crummychurchsigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;clean conscious&lt;/a&gt; makes a soft pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;i've run out of kleenex at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;DISASTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7514079007003550958?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7514079007003550958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7514079007003550958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7514079007003550958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7514079007003550958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-morning-bits.html' title='monday morning bits'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8305955487467293859</id><published>2008-11-18T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:22:22.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a chair in the sky</title><content type='html'>this is so perfect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbIGbZ6gq_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbIGbZ6gq_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8305955487467293859?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8305955487467293859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8305955487467293859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8305955487467293859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8305955487467293859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/chair-in-sky.html' title='a chair in the sky'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-7277100717635023210</id><published>2008-11-16T14:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:49:20.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>levels</title><content type='html'>sometimes in life, i feel overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often think of life as levels, like in a video game,&lt;br /&gt;or a card game of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;and you conquer one level,&lt;br /&gt;then move on to the next,&lt;br /&gt;conquer that one, move on, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and the levels are like building blocks.&lt;br /&gt;they build upon each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have these moments every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;where i find myself trying to be on level 15,&lt;br /&gt;but then i remember i haven't even conquered&lt;br /&gt;level 3...&lt;br /&gt;and i feel somewhat discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;i think "how will i ever get to level 15?"&lt;br /&gt;and then i feel like i'm going back to the drawing board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be content with level 3...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7277100717635023210?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7277100717635023210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7277100717635023210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7277100717635023210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7277100717635023210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/levels.html' title='levels'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-7423046646728375645</id><published>2008-11-10T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:01:42.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wintery girl</title><content type='html'>Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7423046646728375645?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7423046646728375645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7423046646728375645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7423046646728375645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7423046646728375645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/wintery-girl.html' title='wintery girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-7742297795381223400</id><published>2008-10-31T07:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:03:46.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>starbucks like a church?</title><content type='html'>i'm in pittsburgh.&lt;br /&gt;while i'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7742297795381223400?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7742297795381223400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7742297795381223400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7742297795381223400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7742297795381223400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/starbucks-like-church.html' title='starbucks like a church?'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5364682742315020140</id><published>2008-10-26T18:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:38:55.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hustle</title><content type='html'>so yesterday i threw a party for my brother and his fiance.&lt;br /&gt;an engagement party/co-ed shower type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;it was great and everyone had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old friend of the family who is known for being absolutely nuts&lt;br /&gt;pulled me aside and asked when i would be getting married.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, my favorite question...the continual check on my single-ness&lt;br /&gt;that will only end when i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; get married.&lt;br /&gt;so i respond "george, i'm not even close..."&lt;br /&gt;and my mother chips in "she's on the market, george!"&lt;br /&gt;[thanks mom]&lt;br /&gt;well, george responded first by looking at me as if i have cancer.&lt;br /&gt;and then saying"&lt;br /&gt;"well, monica... you gotta hustle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, in order to not be single anymore,&lt;br /&gt;i need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hustle&lt;/span&gt;. like in football.&lt;br /&gt;thanks george. from now on you'll be my dating coach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5364682742315020140?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5364682742315020140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5364682742315020140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5364682742315020140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5364682742315020140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/hustle.html' title='hustle'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-7896595847636864419</id><published>2008-10-18T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:40:35.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sabado</title><content type='html'>i can't believe i have gone over a week without a post.&lt;br /&gt;well, i must tell you...there have been many&lt;br /&gt;swimming around in this ole brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone have a saturday morning routine?&lt;br /&gt;i have one that sort of evolved into what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;every saturday morning [that i am able to]&lt;br /&gt;i wake up around 9 or 9:30&lt;br /&gt;i get coffee/breakfast&lt;br /&gt;[whatever is available in le kitchen]&lt;br /&gt;and i watch a random movie on tv.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's not even a whole movie&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just catch the second half.&lt;br /&gt;today it was selena,&lt;br /&gt;which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; by the by.&lt;br /&gt;after i watch my random movie,&lt;br /&gt;i somehow make my way to the shower&lt;br /&gt;and i get ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;this is usually around 11 or 12 when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dearly love my saturday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;this doesn't happen every saturday,&lt;br /&gt;but in my perfect world it would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7896595847636864419?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7896595847636864419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7896595847636864419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7896595847636864419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7896595847636864419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabado.html' title='sabado'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-4615787577001281056</id><published>2008-10-09T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:31:42.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moonlight</title><content type='html'>i've been searching for one particular song&lt;br /&gt;that will represent this season.&lt;br /&gt;i so enjoy when music holds memories with it.&lt;br /&gt;because of that,&lt;br /&gt;i tend to have 3-4 songs per season&lt;br /&gt;that will always remind me of that time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fall is so unique.&lt;br /&gt;and i've finally found the perfect song for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clair de lune&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Debussy"&gt;claude debussy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it is my mother's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;and it was her mother's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;"moonlight"&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you will enjoy this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlvUepMa31o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlvUepMa31o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-4615787577001281056?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4615787577001281056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=4615787577001281056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4615787577001281056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4615787577001281056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/moonlight.html' title='moonlight'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1619041263903100907</id><published>2008-10-05T19:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:14:03.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maggie</title><content type='html'>my parents are getting rid of my dog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;maggie mae.&lt;br /&gt;we got maggie when i was a sophomore in high school.&lt;br /&gt;she was just six weeks old and the cutest puppy ever.&lt;br /&gt;she's gotten a little crazy over the years.&lt;br /&gt;and by crazy, i mean totally nuts.&lt;br /&gt;she won't let anyone touch her except for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we're giving her away.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't started crying,&lt;br /&gt;but i definitely feel on the verge of tears.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to maggie.&lt;br /&gt;you've been an incredible dog.&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sm463vZ7P0U/SOlX4IJkc_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dQ4emFAMB7c/s1600-h/DSCN2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sm463vZ7P0U/SOlX4IJkc_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dQ4emFAMB7c/s200/DSCN2063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253827062076306418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1619041263903100907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1619041263903100907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/maggie.html' title='maggie'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sm463vZ7P0U/SOlX4IJkc_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dQ4emFAMB7c/s72-c/DSCN2063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394501918404020063.post-3066060161988371348</id><published>2008-10-02T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:16:40.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new perspective</title><content type='html'>do you ever go a long time without seeing someone,&lt;br /&gt;and when you see them again, they aren't who you remember?&lt;br /&gt;not in a negative sense.&lt;br /&gt;just all of the sudden, they are a different person.&lt;br /&gt;and you think to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;"is this the person i knew before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever have a situation where you think you know someone,&lt;br /&gt;but then they do something that completely throws you off?&lt;br /&gt;again, not negatively.&lt;br /&gt;you just think,&lt;br /&gt;"woah, you are not who i thought you were!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can actually be a pretty positive thing in some situations.&lt;br /&gt;i recently experienced this and it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;someone who i thought i knew&lt;br /&gt;became somewhat different in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;for the better.&lt;br /&gt;i think for just a second,&lt;br /&gt;they let their guard down.&lt;br /&gt;and i got to see a bit of their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3066060161988371348?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3066060161988371348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3066060161988371348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3066060161988371348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3066060161988371348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-perspective.html' title='new perspective'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3552373955805990780</id><published>2008-10-01T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:52:47.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of my sacrifice</title><content type='html'>today is the day that my starbucks break is over.&lt;br /&gt;i just realized [at 7:50 pm].&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;i accomplished my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addicted &lt;/span&gt;to starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to have it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't neeeeeed it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally fine without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will continue on this course.&lt;br /&gt;maybe allow myself 1 starbucks a week.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's reasonable, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say... i'm pretty proud of myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3552373955805990780?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3552373955805990780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3552373955805990780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3552373955805990780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3552373955805990780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-my-sacrifice.html' title='the end of my sacrifice'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8946039363342439917</id><published>2008-09-27T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:32:28.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fall</title><content type='html'>oh beloved Fall.&lt;br /&gt;each year you mean something new to me.&lt;br /&gt;and each year you bring memories of&lt;br /&gt;the year before.&lt;br /&gt;you are everchanging because of that.&lt;br /&gt;each year, my memories from the year before&lt;br /&gt;become the measuring stick.&lt;br /&gt;each year, my mind is consumed with what you brought me&lt;br /&gt;the year before.&lt;br /&gt;so much so, that i miss you completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like you to be different&lt;br /&gt;than who you have been before.&lt;br /&gt;different than what you brought me just one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan for you this year:&lt;br /&gt;vibrant, lovely and full of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8946039363342439917?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8946039363342439917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8946039363342439917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8946039363342439917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8946039363342439917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall.html' title='fall'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2926990686949328508</id><published>2008-09-18T18:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:33:26.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>instant moves</title><content type='html'>there is one song that is guaranteed to make me dance.&lt;br /&gt;if it is ever in your heart to see my totally fab dance moves,&lt;br /&gt;then you just need to put on this song.&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking instant dancing within 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don henley - dirty laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just recently found out he lives in dallas.&lt;br /&gt;my current goal is to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;daniel says he goes into his starbucks often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news:&lt;br /&gt;i've used up my 3 freebie starbucks&lt;br /&gt;and i've had 2 beverages purchased for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's only the 18th of september...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2926990686949328508?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2926990686949328508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2926990686949328508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2926990686949328508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2926990686949328508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-one-song-that-is-guaranteed-to.html' title='instant moves'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-4386261887453106978</id><published>2008-09-14T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:43:18.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chapters.</title><content type='html'>today was hard.&lt;br /&gt;i did not anticipate it.&lt;br /&gt;moving from grapevine to dallas.&lt;br /&gt;you would think it would be easy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean... grapevine... to dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i stood there looking at my empty room&lt;br /&gt;and found myself bursting into tears.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't ready to leave all of those memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't ready to close that chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;that i wasn't ready to move on to the next season.&lt;br /&gt;the first time that it was difficult to close that door.&lt;br /&gt;but i look forward to this next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living with jesse in the next room&lt;br /&gt;will never compare to living with stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm looking forward to the adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-4386261887453106978?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4386261887453106978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=4386261887453106978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4386261887453106978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4386261887453106978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapters.html' title='chapters.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1662988896825640902</id><published>2008-09-09T19:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:34:34.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's random girl</title><content type='html'>dad read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;pretended like he didn't when i asked him about it.&lt;br /&gt;oh but he did!&lt;br /&gt;he gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of my 3 starbucks freebies,&lt;br /&gt;i have used two.&lt;br /&gt;not including the starbucks that dad just bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently holding place for my favorite song:&lt;br /&gt;words by [doves]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainy days are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1662988896825640902?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1662988896825640902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1662988896825640902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1662988896825640902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1662988896825640902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-random-girl.html' title='it&apos;s random girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1112326417112357047</id><published>2008-09-07T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:29:29.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad</title><content type='html'>so my dad reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it was weird&lt;br /&gt;and it bothered me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;but now i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my dad is hilarious about it.&lt;br /&gt;he tries to bring my posts up in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;like the other day he said something&lt;br /&gt;about me hanging out at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;he obviously read my post about quitting the bucks&lt;br /&gt;for a month.&lt;br /&gt;and i said "you obviously read my blog dad"&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so funny how he tries to be so sly about it.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me laugh every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's my challenge to you dad:&lt;br /&gt;[yes, i'm totally calling you out]&lt;br /&gt;try to bring this one up inconspicuously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note: barack obama is on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;what's happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1112326417112357047?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1112326417112357047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1112326417112357047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1112326417112357047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1112326417112357047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-dad.html' title='my dad'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2835949008191775758</id><published>2008-09-05T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:09:22.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teal</title><content type='html'>i've been known to be a grammar nazi from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;[the writing on this blog is generally incorrect grammatically on purpose]&lt;br /&gt;[at least that's my story]&lt;br /&gt;however, i never have thought of myself to be obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;in my need to fix grammatical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was reading blogs and found &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/lifestyle/chi-typo-guys-0521may21,0,6902266.story"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;our country needs more people like them.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to join teal.&lt;br /&gt;i'll most likely be carrying a sharpie around&lt;br /&gt;from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2835949008191775758?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2835949008191775758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2835949008191775758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2835949008191775758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2835949008191775758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/09/teal.html' title='teal'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5315831645152874871</id><published>2008-09-04T12:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:57:05.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;W</title><content type='html'>been listening to the creek drank the cradle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam bean asked me:&lt;br /&gt;"does he make light of a rainy day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5315831645152874871?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5315831645152874871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5315831645152874871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5315831645152874871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5315831645152874871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/09/i.html' title='I&amp;W'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6999118293785263699</id><published>2008-09-01T12:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:54:03.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>starbucks</title><content type='html'>beginning today,&lt;br /&gt;i will be taking a break from starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;for a month.&lt;br /&gt;yes, until october 1st, i will not be buying any starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;[waiting for initial shock to pass]&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that i spend way too much money there.&lt;br /&gt;so for an entire month, i'm going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see what happens after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've set some ground rules for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;i'm giving myself 3 freebies.&lt;br /&gt;[meaning, i'm allowed to slip 3 times.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; if someone would like to go to starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;i will go with them and withhold from buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; if someone wants to purchase starbucks for me,&lt;br /&gt;i will gladly accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; if i receive a gift certificate from starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;i will abstain from using it until october 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why, monica, why??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why would you give up such a thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent 200 dollars on an iphone&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking of ways that i could regain that money.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i spend 200 dollars a month on starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;but i spend a chunk a change there.&lt;br /&gt;so it's an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,&lt;br /&gt;i rarely delay gratification.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly ever give up anything.&lt;br /&gt;and i generally get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to stop for a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6999118293785263699?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6999118293785263699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6999118293785263699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6999118293785263699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6999118293785263699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/09/starbucks.html' title='starbucks'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2197410106981054652</id><published>2008-08-29T18:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:38:52.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wings</title><content type='html'>don't ask how i found it,&lt;br /&gt;but i found the most amazing website i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;their products are awesome,&lt;br /&gt;and to be totally honest,&lt;br /&gt;don't need a website to sell.&lt;br /&gt;these babies will sell themselves.&lt;br /&gt;please, for the love of everything good and holy,&lt;br /&gt;go to this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wingsofpraise.com"&gt;wings of praise.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2197410106981054652?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2197410106981054652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2197410106981054652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2197410106981054652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2197410106981054652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/wings.html' title='wings'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-4929845758236400903</id><published>2008-08-28T09:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:08:30.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a burden</title><content type='html'>something has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart is being moved like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unChristian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's a book put out by The Barna Group&lt;br /&gt;and written by David Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons.&lt;br /&gt;basically, they are exposing how the world views Christians.&lt;br /&gt;and it's sobering.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was bad, but i didn't realize the depth of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i find that my heart is breaking and i'm burdened.&lt;br /&gt;[this is most definitely a good thing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also came across this video today and it challenged me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=df3b7c8e1f5ebbeafef9" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="270" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-4929845758236400903?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4929845758236400903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=4929845758236400903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4929845758236400903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4929845758236400903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/burden.html' title='a burden'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3320498237214195280</id><published>2008-08-26T08:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:47:22.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>political girl?</title><content type='html'>last night i got to catch a few minutes of&lt;br /&gt;the democratic national convention.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest,&lt;br /&gt;i am SO not into politics.&lt;br /&gt;my reason: i'm too lazy to care.&lt;br /&gt;[it's absolutely horrible, i know]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing my best to make an effort.&lt;br /&gt;last week, i was excited to hear that donald miller,&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite authors,&lt;br /&gt;would be giving the closing prayer at the dnc.&lt;br /&gt;i was glad to hear this because,&lt;br /&gt;as he puts it, "evangelical voices have been scarce&lt;br /&gt;within this party..."&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you can read his prayer &lt;a href="http://www.donaldmillerwords.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was encouraged by it.&lt;br /&gt;not because i'm for any particular side of anything.&lt;br /&gt;rather, because he not only prayed for the democratic party,&lt;br /&gt;but he prayed for the republicans too.&lt;br /&gt;and he said what needed to be said.&lt;br /&gt;"we need you God"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3320498237214195280?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3320498237214195280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3320498237214195280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3320498237214195280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3320498237214195280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/political-girl.html' title='political girl?'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1324658924520915226</id><published>2008-08-25T22:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:29:48.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remember</title><content type='html'>i was looking through some of my old blogs.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;a href="http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2007/03/time.html"&gt;simple revelations&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2007/03/time.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have become lost.&lt;br /&gt;it was good to see &lt;a href="http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2007/02/setting-my-eyes.html"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember why i stopped writing about such things.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i got distracted.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i enjoyed being funny more.&lt;br /&gt;either way,&lt;br /&gt;it was refreshing to remember those things and those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revelation all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1324658924520915226?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1324658924520915226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1324658924520915226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1324658924520915226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1324658924520915226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember.html' title='remember'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-4844445696953085477</id><published>2008-08-22T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:50:16.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>le hair</title><content type='html'>good morning world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a bad hair day today.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's because i had a great hair day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and i let it get to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-4844445696953085477?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4844445696953085477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=4844445696953085477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4844445696953085477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4844445696953085477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/le-hair.html' title='le hair'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2199873374251089111</id><published>2008-08-21T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:34:38.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the thinker</title><content type='html'>i tend to be an over-thinker.&lt;br /&gt;you know, i can always identify&lt;br /&gt;that particular trait in others.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would identify&lt;br /&gt;that very trait in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not necessarily a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;it just means&lt;br /&gt;i love to think on ideas.&lt;br /&gt;spend my time mulling over questions.&lt;br /&gt;what's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;answer?&lt;br /&gt;how can i solve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it also comes with&lt;br /&gt;what did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;mean?&lt;br /&gt;why did she do that?&lt;br /&gt;and the ever-popular&lt;br /&gt;why did i say that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is,&lt;br /&gt;it's the brain i was given.&lt;br /&gt;[unfortunately or fortunately?]&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2199873374251089111?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2199873374251089111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2199873374251089111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2199873374251089111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2199873374251089111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/thinker.html' title='the thinker'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6380879255884427651</id><published>2008-08-17T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:31:20.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment</title><content type='html'>there are two types of people in this world&lt;br /&gt;[yes, i'm totally using that]&lt;br /&gt;1. people who live for the next moment&lt;br /&gt;2. people who live off the moment they recently had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to go in between the two people.&lt;br /&gt;[as if i'm person 1.5 or something]&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i live off of the moment i've recently had.&lt;br /&gt;i think about it often.&lt;br /&gt;it motivates me.&lt;br /&gt;i tell everyone about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i find myself desperate for another moment.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like me when i'm person 1.&lt;br /&gt;i can never be satisfied with my recent moment.&lt;br /&gt;[moment can be replaced with experience, occurrence, etc.]&lt;br /&gt;i find myself obsessing over what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;when will my next moment be?&lt;br /&gt;when will i experience this again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my question is...&lt;br /&gt;which is the right person?&lt;br /&gt;do i live off of my moments... or do i live for the next one?&lt;br /&gt;which is the better way to live?&lt;br /&gt;which is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;way to live?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought i had this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6380879255884427651?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6380879255884427651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6380879255884427651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6380879255884427651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6380879255884427651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-two-types-of-people-in-this.html' title='a moment'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8460451666154904264</id><published>2008-08-13T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:41:51.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>becoming me.</title><content type='html'>"i didn't know what i wanted to do,&lt;br /&gt;but i knew the woman i wanted to become"&lt;br /&gt;- diane von furstenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is on an american express commercial.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm totally obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no quote could describe me more.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;or at least it changes regularly.&lt;br /&gt;but i do know exactly the woman i want to become.&lt;br /&gt;what she looks like, how she acts,&lt;br /&gt;who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8460451666154904264?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8460451666154904264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8460451666154904264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8460451666154904264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8460451666154904264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/becoming-me.html' title='becoming me.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2675558234972738568</id><published>2008-08-11T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:09:16.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE girl</title><content type='html'>tonight is so very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wearing a sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of a texas summer.&lt;br /&gt;it's rainy and gross outside,&lt;br /&gt;but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;my head is cloudy like never before,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not a bad thing this time.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like writing a haiku.&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't enjoy a good haiku?&lt;br /&gt;trying to remember what day it is.&lt;br /&gt;oh LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to take a trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2675558234972738568?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2675558234972738568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2675558234972738568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2675558234972738568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2675558234972738568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-girl.html' title='LIFE girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5321157552733677670</id><published>2008-08-05T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:52:56.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my legionnaire</title><content type='html'>his goodness is what won me over.&lt;br /&gt;yes, my legionnaire's the kindest soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[brooke waggoner]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5321157552733677670?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5321157552733677670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5321157552733677670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5321157552733677670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5321157552733677670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-legionnaire.html' title='my legionnaire'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-834986433675448498</id><published>2008-08-04T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:05:35.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>girl with a job</title><content type='html'>i knew the Lord would be faithful in my requests.&lt;br /&gt;i knew He would take care of things.&lt;br /&gt;trusting the Lord gets easier as i move forward in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a new job!&lt;br /&gt;i am joining the team at Artistry Marketing&lt;br /&gt;as their first junior copywriter.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be more thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;i knew after my first meeting there,&lt;br /&gt;that was where i wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;and God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm working where i want to work,&lt;br /&gt;doing what i want to do,&lt;br /&gt;at barely 23.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part:&lt;br /&gt;i'm furthering the Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-834986433675448498?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/834986433675448498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=834986433675448498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/834986433675448498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/834986433675448498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-with-job.html' title='girl with a job'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6811597435538016035</id><published>2008-07-29T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:04:47.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>surprises</title><content type='html'>i love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;i love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;i love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love giving surprises.&lt;br /&gt;i love receiving surprises.&lt;br /&gt;i love surprise parties.&lt;br /&gt;i love being surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had it my way,&lt;br /&gt;i would be involved in a surprise&lt;br /&gt;whether giving or receiving,&lt;br /&gt;every day for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even love the way surprise is spelled.&lt;br /&gt;bring on the surprise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6811597435538016035?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6811597435538016035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6811597435538016035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6811597435538016035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6811597435538016035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/surprises.html' title='surprises'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-105816679679957232</id><published>2008-07-25T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:22:26.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the movies</title><content type='html'>i've discovered something about myself.&lt;br /&gt;the music in trailers is always&lt;br /&gt;what makes me want to see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently saw mamma mia.&lt;br /&gt;why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;because that trailer had abba music!&lt;br /&gt;i love those songs!&lt;br /&gt;it totally hooked me.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was terrible. music was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to see coach carter several years ago&lt;br /&gt;mostly because it had that tupac song in the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to see american gangster&lt;br /&gt;because of that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-105816679679957232?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/105816679679957232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=105816679679957232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/105816679679957232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/105816679679957232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/movies.html' title='the movies'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-7321467250920937332</id><published>2008-07-21T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:27:56.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the writer</title><content type='html'>today begins my third week without a job.&lt;br /&gt;i feel good and bad... all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;good because i'm accomplishing so much&lt;br /&gt;of my personal to do list.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm able to write like i truly want to.&lt;br /&gt;bad because i don't know when my next&lt;br /&gt;paycheck will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend, however,&lt;br /&gt;i found my mind wandering constantly&lt;br /&gt;over my desire to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;it's burning inside of me once again&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not sure if it will ever go away.&lt;br /&gt;even if i write a book,&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably want to write another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can rest assure, though.&lt;br /&gt;nothing is impossible for Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7321467250920937332?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7321467250920937332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7321467250920937332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7321467250920937332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7321467250920937332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/writer.html' title='the writer'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8240345626302577118</id><published>2008-07-19T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:05:28.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the trendometer</title><content type='html'>if my brother wasn't the manager at american apparel,&lt;br /&gt;i would NEVER shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what's up with the hostile environment?&lt;br /&gt;every time i walk in there,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like they are scanning me at the door&lt;br /&gt;and i may only enter if i reach a high enough&lt;br /&gt;score on the trendometer.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i don't have tattoos covering my entire body.&lt;br /&gt;am i still cool enough to shop here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine how much more business they would get&lt;br /&gt;if they were nice to the people who entered the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh trendy people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8240345626302577118?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8240345626302577118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8240345626302577118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8240345626302577118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8240345626302577118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/trendometer.html' title='the trendometer'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5793254921149727216</id><published>2008-07-14T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:39:35.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes</title><content type='html'>i love this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter."&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's why i love to laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5793254921149727216?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5793254921149727216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5793254921149727216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5793254921149727216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5793254921149727216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes.html' title='yes'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6901487962746961675</id><published>2008-07-10T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:59:40.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whiskeytown</title><content type='html'>i am continually mesmerized by the power of music.&lt;br /&gt;i write about it often, i've found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i took a look down memory lane&lt;br /&gt;with the help of whiskeytown.&lt;br /&gt;16 days.&lt;br /&gt;memories of being a little one&lt;br /&gt;and sitting in daniel's room&lt;br /&gt;while he listened to this song,&lt;br /&gt;asking him to "play it again, play it again"&lt;br /&gt;or "play that song about the bed sheet fights"&lt;br /&gt;i loved it then and i love it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also listened to that one song that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;i had to stop it mid-song and change the tune.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to cry in the middle of starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;how embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whiskeytown,&lt;br /&gt;my old standard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6901487962746961675?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6901487962746961675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6901487962746961675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6901487962746961675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6901487962746961675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/whiskeytown.html' title='whiskeytown'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2463397023376654539</id><published>2008-07-07T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:29:44.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas 1988</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hopkinshopkins/2631124958/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2631124958_8cfc3b939f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hopkinshopkins/2631124958/"&gt;christmas 88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/hopkinshopkins/"&gt;hopkinshopkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;christmas 1988 was a good year at the hopkins' household. you can tell by my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know. i was adorable.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2463397023376654539?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2463397023376654539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2463397023376654539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2463397023376654539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2463397023376654539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/christmas-1988.html' title='christmas 1988'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2631124958_8cfc3b939f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394501918404020063.post-1780342290560135515</id><published>2008-07-04T11:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:51:03.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the good, the bad, and the ugly</title><content type='html'>sometimes in life, you experience really great things.&lt;br /&gt;and those things are like eating an amazing piece of pie.&lt;br /&gt;but at the time you don't think about the fact&lt;br /&gt;that the pie might not be good for you&lt;br /&gt;and it might cause you to gain ten pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when the pie is over,&lt;br /&gt;you're dealing with the ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;and it takes forever to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;you're looking back at the pie.&lt;br /&gt;and in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;that pie was still really great.&lt;br /&gt;you don't necessarily regret eating the pie,&lt;br /&gt;but you sure do hate the ten pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dealing with the ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;[literally and figuratively]&lt;br /&gt;and i loved the pie, it was absolutely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate the ten pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1780342290560135515?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1780342290560135515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1780342290560135515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1780342290560135515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1780342290560135515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='the good, the bad, and the ugly'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8699343146284098671</id><published>2008-06-28T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:04:40.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the veggie cake</title><content type='html'>i just returned from the store.&lt;br /&gt;i must say that i spent the entire ride home&lt;br /&gt;planning this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was doing my normal thing&lt;br /&gt;you know, roaming the aisles, looking dumb, etc.&lt;br /&gt;i get everything i need and i'm on the last aisle,&lt;br /&gt;which at target, is the frozen pizza and ice cream aisle.&lt;br /&gt;now since i've had this allergy to corn,&lt;br /&gt;i've discovered that i can only have one brand of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;red baron. no delivery, no other frozen pizzas, only red baron.&lt;br /&gt;so of course i grabbed a red baron pizza for later this week&lt;br /&gt;and went on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reach the end of the aisle and there's a nice old man&lt;br /&gt;passing out samples.&lt;br /&gt;he asks me if i would like to try a "veggie cake".&lt;br /&gt;well i looked at the box&lt;br /&gt;and aside from the fact that they looked completely disgusting,&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that there was not only corn on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;but it appeared that the outside crust of said "veggie cake"&lt;br /&gt;most likely contained a large amount of corn starch.&lt;br /&gt;so i said "oh i'm sorry, i don't think i can have those...&lt;br /&gt;it looks like i might be allergic to something in there"&lt;br /&gt;he said "OH, but you can have that pizza pie??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, no one has called it a "pizza pie" since 1932.&lt;br /&gt;second of all, IT'S THE ONLY ONE I CAN HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;my response was "yes, it's the only kind i can have"&lt;br /&gt;and then i walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, old man, for being a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should think before you try to give me advice on my eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you should stop trying to sell nasty "veggie cakes".&lt;br /&gt;i'm now going to enjoy my pizza.&lt;br /&gt;the only kind i can have!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8699343146284098671?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8699343146284098671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8699343146284098671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8699343146284098671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8699343146284098671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/06/pizza-pie.html' title='the veggie cake'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-9112506947902517146</id><published>2008-06-24T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:38:35.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jobless and adorable</title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;pause button, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am leaving my position at gateway.&lt;br /&gt;my last day is july 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new job.&lt;br /&gt;i have six or seven leads,&lt;br /&gt;but it would be really nice if i knew i had a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish people could just meet me.&lt;br /&gt;they would hire me in a second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC is taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;i have no doubt of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-9112506947902517146?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/9112506947902517146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=9112506947902517146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/9112506947902517146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/9112506947902517146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-world.html' title='jobless and adorable'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2583736585605316146</id><published>2008-06-16T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:50:03.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rich girl</title><content type='html'>i'm so rich.&lt;br /&gt;if you saw my bank account,&lt;br /&gt;you would completely disagree with the above statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about my life.&lt;br /&gt;loving family&lt;br /&gt;great friends&lt;br /&gt;wonderful community&lt;br /&gt;plugged into the body&lt;br /&gt;i have all i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live a rich life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2583736585605316146?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2583736585605316146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2583736585605316146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2583736585605316146'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she informed me that her mom was texting her,&lt;br /&gt;i expected to hear another half of the story.&lt;br /&gt;no... that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my roommate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7350431197558404934?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7350431197558404934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7350431197558404934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7350431197558404934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7350431197558404934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/06/steph.html' title='steph'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-7352258830732037623</id><published>2008-06-05T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:30:03.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cool iron</title><content type='html'>so last night i was doing laundry&lt;br /&gt;and i pulled a shirt out of the dryer&lt;br /&gt;that needed to be ironed, still.&lt;br /&gt;i read the tag&lt;br /&gt;and it says "cool iron if necessary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely hate it when tags say that.&lt;br /&gt;it's necessary that i iron this shirt,&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck is a "cool iron" going to do?&lt;br /&gt;if i want to press something,&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of important that the iron is hot.&lt;br /&gt;who decided that a non-hot iron would work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just imagine some scenario&lt;br /&gt;where i don't even plug the iron in&lt;br /&gt;and press it on the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;and i say "done and done!"&lt;br /&gt;and my shirt is still wrinkled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-7352258830732037623?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7352258830732037623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=7352258830732037623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7352258830732037623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/7352258830732037623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/06/cool-iron.html' title='cool iron'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-4060850940916949134</id><published>2008-06-01T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:25:39.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>also</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm463vZ7P0U/SEM95ZBnAHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Li0BH35DAfw/s1600-h/danjulieengaged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm463vZ7P0U/SEM95ZBnAHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Li0BH35DAfw/s200/danjulieengaged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207073650349899890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel and julie are engaged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-4060850940916949134?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4060850940916949134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=4060850940916949134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4060850940916949134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4060850940916949134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/06/also.html' title='also'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm463vZ7P0U/SEM95ZBnAHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Li0BH35DAfw/s72-c/danjulieengaged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394501918404020063.post-3922761040129030142</id><published>2008-06-01T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:38:19.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny girl</title><content type='html'>the Lord told me this morning that He thinks i'm hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3922761040129030142?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3922761040129030142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3922761040129030142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3922761040129030142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3922761040129030142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-girl.html' title='funny girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6249036997062512436</id><published>2008-05-25T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:07:33.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bahama bucks</title><content type='html'>so i have recently become obsessed&lt;br /&gt;with a delightful summery treat&lt;br /&gt;entitled... the snow cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up, i adored snow cones.&lt;br /&gt;watermelon was my standard flavor of choice,&lt;br /&gt;but every once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;i'd go for pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;when i was really feeling wild,&lt;br /&gt;i'd get tigers blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, with this hot streak&lt;br /&gt;currently running through texas,&lt;br /&gt;my childhood memories are coming back.&lt;br /&gt;and i've discovered BAHAMA BUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;the greatest snow cone chain EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will drive 15 minutes to lewisville,&lt;br /&gt;just for a bahama bucks orange snow cone with cream.&lt;br /&gt;also known as, a little piece of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way i have discovered that flowermound&lt;br /&gt;is my untapped resource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh summer 2008 should be very interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6249036997062512436?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6249036997062512436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6249036997062512436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6249036997062512436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6249036997062512436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/05/bahama-bucks.html' title='bahama bucks'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5609914464668416323</id><published>2008-05-17T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:33:48.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>today i am twenty-three.&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could write a really deep post&lt;br /&gt;about how this has been a great year&lt;br /&gt;[it has]&lt;br /&gt;and how i look forward to this next year&lt;br /&gt;['twill be the best year yet]&lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather just be silly&lt;br /&gt;and tell everyone that i hope to get a wii today.&lt;br /&gt;or a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;and to quote jimmy eat world:&lt;br /&gt;"amazing still it seems; i'll be 23"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5609914464668416323?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5609914464668416323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5609914464668416323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5609914464668416323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5609914464668416323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/05/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2525956860934715515</id><published>2008-05-15T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:06:12.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this week</title><content type='html'>i'm drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had ice cream for lunch yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't feel bad about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2525956860934715515?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2525956860934715515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>saturdays and sundays</title><content type='html'>at the corner of stars and stripes&lt;br /&gt;and 2499,&lt;br /&gt;i often see a character of my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toll brothers town homes&lt;br /&gt;has somehow commissioned&lt;br /&gt;some guy to stand on a corner&lt;br /&gt;and hold a sign&lt;br /&gt;advertising their discount town homes, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;every saturday and sunday&lt;br /&gt;this rather pathetic looking guy is out there holding&lt;br /&gt;his toll brothers town homes sign&lt;br /&gt;earning dollars and cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;he always has a walkman and earphones on&lt;br /&gt;and is usually waving his sign and dancing&lt;br /&gt;to the beat of whatever eighties metal hair band&lt;br /&gt;he happens to be listening to that day.&lt;br /&gt;and always without recognition of the fact&lt;br /&gt;that he looks like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;he's just doing his thing...in his own little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the odd thing is,&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to seeing him every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;it has almost become part of the routine.&lt;br /&gt;rock on, def leppard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-387721322754361532?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/387721322754361532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=387721322754361532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/387721322754361532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/387721322754361532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturdays-and-sundays.html' title='saturdays and sundays'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2793033236391529943</id><published>2008-05-04T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:28:15.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>five.three.oh.eight.</title><content type='html'>my day started at 5:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;and is ending now, at approximately&lt;br /&gt;1:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2793033236391529943?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2793033236391529943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2793033236391529943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2793033236391529943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2793033236391529943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/05/fivethreeoheight.html' title='five.three.oh.eight.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-167355387917933365</id><published>2008-04-26T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:24:57.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my morning mix</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning to an interesting myriad of tunes.&lt;br /&gt;my morning mix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say | john mayer&lt;br /&gt;nehemiah | hope of the states&lt;br /&gt;white shadows | coldplay&lt;br /&gt;lost on yer merry way | grandaddy&lt;br /&gt;spitting games | snow patrol&lt;br /&gt;so alive | ryan adams&lt;br /&gt;transatlanticism | death cab for cutie&lt;br /&gt;surfing on a rocket | air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so typical, yet so odd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-167355387917933365?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/167355387917933365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=167355387917933365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/167355387917933365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/167355387917933365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-morning-mix.html' title='my morning mix'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3907183826216289655</id><published>2008-04-20T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:29:49.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change is inevitable</title><content type='html'>well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first four months of two-thousand and eight&lt;br /&gt;have been interesting, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;just as the weather has changed drastically&lt;br /&gt;in these short months,&lt;br /&gt;so have the seasons in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned, however, that change is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;so i find myself welcoming it with open arms&lt;br /&gt;and a smile upon my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with change comes growth.&lt;br /&gt;with growth comes love.&lt;br /&gt;the Lord is teaching me to trust Him again.&lt;br /&gt;[it is now apparent to me that i had stopped.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these struggles always turn into a life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and just as r.t. said yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;God was really right all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3907183826216289655?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3907183826216289655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3907183826216289655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3907183826216289655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3907183826216289655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/04/change-is-inevitable.html' title='change is inevitable'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5747899529944595981</id><published>2008-04-17T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:22:43.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>with the season</title><content type='html'>april showers bring may flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;div 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season'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6089235611352885522</id><published>2008-04-14T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:26:07.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely people</title><content type='html'>there are some people in your life,&lt;br /&gt;who are those people.&lt;br /&gt;you know, those people.&lt;br /&gt;you can call at any time.&lt;br /&gt;you can ask them for any favor.&lt;br /&gt;they are always praying for you,&lt;br /&gt;without having to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get to talk, it's the best.&lt;br /&gt;they know your heart&lt;br /&gt;to the very core.&lt;br /&gt;and they believe that you're a good person&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;they are always on your side,&lt;br /&gt;even if you are completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they remember your favorite christmas song.&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid things you did together in college.&lt;br /&gt;and they make you laugh deep.&lt;br /&gt;[you know...that deep laughter that comes from the gut]&lt;br /&gt;it's because they know exactly what to say&lt;br /&gt;to bring that ridiculous sound about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they never think you're stupid&lt;br /&gt;and they always think you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;even when you fail them.&lt;br /&gt;it's because you become part of them&lt;br /&gt;at some point in the journey.&lt;br /&gt;hearts knit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6089235611352885522?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394501918404020063.post-4218012179912421394</id><published>2008-04-09T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:44:56.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memory</title><content type='html'>when i was a freshman in high school,&lt;br /&gt;i paid this girl five dollars to make a mixed cd for me.&lt;br /&gt;(this was before i knew how to do it myself)&lt;br /&gt;(it's sad, i know)&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be part of a present for someone.&lt;br /&gt;she never made my cd.&lt;br /&gt;and when i asked her about it, she yelled at me.&lt;br /&gt;in theatre class...in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;[i can only hope they thought it was part of a scene]&lt;br /&gt;i don't even remember this girl's name.&lt;br /&gt;but wherever she is,&lt;br /&gt;i want my five bucks back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-4218012179912421394?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4218012179912421394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=4218012179912421394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4218012179912421394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4218012179912421394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/04/memory.html' title='memory'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8241694853708722877</id><published>2008-04-07T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:48:18.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>spring is upon us!&lt;br /&gt;this is my favorite season in texas.&lt;br /&gt;the bluebonnets are out.&lt;br /&gt;it's sunny and 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a vespa.&lt;br /&gt;(my birthday is in just a few weeks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8241694853708722877?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8241694853708722877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8241694853708722877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8241694853708722877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8241694853708722877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5712229256214083307</id><published>2008-04-02T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:44:05.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>well i got the tagged.&lt;br /&gt;[makes it sound like a disease]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wehavebigplans.blogspot.com"&gt;becki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wehavebigplans.blogspot.com"&gt; two toes&lt;/a&gt; tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;Write your own six word memoir.&lt;br /&gt;Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you like.&lt;br /&gt;Link to the person who tagged you in your post.&lt;br /&gt;Tag six more blogs with links.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to leave a comment on the blogs you tagged inviting them to play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my memoir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ridiculously silly girl learning life eagerly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure who i tag. maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5712229256214083307?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5712229256214083307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5712229256214083307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5712229256214083307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5712229256214083307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8040348885348562298</id><published>2008-03-30T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:56:11.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry</title><content type='html'>i've recently discovered&lt;br /&gt;on multiple occasions,&lt;br /&gt;that my little ramblings here&lt;br /&gt;appear to be poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[when really they are just&lt;br /&gt;the way my little brain thinks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so poetry it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8040348885348562298?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8040348885348562298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8040348885348562298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8040348885348562298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8040348885348562298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/poetry.html' title='poetry'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3618063050658674750</id><published>2008-03-23T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:15:42.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>Daniel 7:9-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched till thrones were put in place,&lt;br /&gt;and the Ancient of Days was seated;&lt;br /&gt;His garment was white as snow,&lt;br /&gt;And the hair of His head was pure wool.&lt;br /&gt;His throne was a fiery flame,&lt;br /&gt;its wheels a burning fire;&lt;br /&gt;a fiery stream issued&lt;br /&gt;and came forth from before Him.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand thousands ministered to Him;&lt;br /&gt;ten thousand times ten thousand stood before Him.&lt;br /&gt;The court was seated,&lt;br /&gt;and the books were opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched then because of the sound of the pompous words which the horn was speaking; I watched till the beast was slain, and its body destroyed and given to the burning flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the beasts, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they had their dominion taken away&lt;/span&gt;, yet their lives were prolonged for a season and a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching in the night visions,&lt;br /&gt;and behold, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One like the Son of Man&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Coming with the clouds of heaven!&lt;br /&gt;He came to the Ancient of Days,&lt;br /&gt;and they brought Him near before Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then to Him was given dominion and glory and a kingdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that all peoples, nations, and languages should serve Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His dominion is an everlasting dominion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which shall not pass away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and His kingdom the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which shall not be destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Risen,&lt;br /&gt;He is Risen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3618063050658674750?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3618063050658674750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3618063050658674750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3618063050658674750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3618063050658674750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-is-risen.html' title='He is Risen!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8186180288062683863</id><published>2008-03-22T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:05:29.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best day</title><content type='html'>yesterday was the best day...&lt;br /&gt;a day off of work,&lt;br /&gt;slept in,&lt;br /&gt;perfect weather (low 70s)&lt;br /&gt;driving with my sunroof open&lt;br /&gt;listening to iron and wine&lt;br /&gt;our endless numbered days...&lt;br /&gt;[very fitting soundtrack, don't you think?]&lt;br /&gt;i ran some errands&lt;br /&gt;and drove down main street.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was out shopping&lt;br /&gt;and enjoying the day.&lt;br /&gt;lunch with a dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;bought some new shoes,&lt;br /&gt;walked around town square,&lt;br /&gt;a birthday dinner for erin,&lt;br /&gt;and a wonderful get together&lt;br /&gt;for an exciting adventure to begin.&lt;br /&gt;great food and great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think jesus knows i love days like those&lt;br /&gt;so he likes to give them to me every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;i expect today to be another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8186180288062683863?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8186180288062683863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8186180288062683863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8186180288062683863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8186180288062683863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-day.html' title='best day'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6290969033903614173</id><published>2008-03-17T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:12:49.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101 girl</title><content type='html'>this is a shout out to my brother daniel&lt;br /&gt;who made me laugh harder than i've laughed&lt;br /&gt;in quite a while,&lt;br /&gt;by telling me an awkward story from his day&lt;br /&gt;and making me re-enact it with him over the phone&lt;br /&gt;approximately six times.&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is blog 101 for me.&lt;br /&gt;probably the worst one i've written,&lt;br /&gt;but some of the best content, without a doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6290969033903614173?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6290969033903614173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6290969033903614173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6290969033903614173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6290969033903614173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/101-girl.html' title='101 girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-4641968821364191675</id><published>2008-03-13T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:12:17.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memo</title><content type='html'>this was on my google quotes this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night"&lt;br /&gt;-phillip k. dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure who phillip k. dick is,&lt;br /&gt;but i wish he would give God the memo.&lt;br /&gt;He's always waking me up with those serious matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wish the dogs downstairs would get the memo too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-4641968821364191675?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4641968821364191675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=4641968821364191675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4641968821364191675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4641968821364191675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/memo.html' title='memo'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-9168732401584622443</id><published>2008-03-10T07:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:41:23.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>un-girl</title><content type='html'>i haven't felt like myself in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;several months, actually.&lt;br /&gt;it's a strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i certainly hope this is not growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;and getting back to myself&lt;br /&gt;is in the plan too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-9168732401584622443?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/9168732401584622443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=9168732401584622443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/9168732401584622443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/9168732401584622443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-girl.html' title='un-girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-5109212927918476768</id><published>2008-03-02T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:04:17.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grocery girl</title><content type='html'>never again will i go to the grocery store on sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;walmart in particular.&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen a store more pillaged through.&lt;br /&gt;they were completely out of three of my standard list items.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, this is walmart we're talking about here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think about it,&lt;br /&gt;sunday night is not the ideal night to grocery shop...&lt;br /&gt;i imagine some wild, savage scene&lt;br /&gt;where bodies are flying left and right&lt;br /&gt;and people are screaming&lt;br /&gt;"I MUST GET FOOD FOR MY FAMILY!"&lt;br /&gt;people racing carts through the aisles&lt;br /&gt;to get the last bottle of sunny d,&lt;br /&gt;or the last box of hamburger helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course with the threat of ice in the forecast&lt;br /&gt;texans tend to freak out a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;[similar to the y2k fiasco.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must have happened right before i walked in the store.&lt;br /&gt;because my experience was bizarre, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;the checkout lady told me some people were fired that night.&lt;br /&gt;after what i had seen, i would have been glad to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5109212927918476768?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5109212927918476768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5109212927918476768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5109212927918476768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5109212927918476768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/grocery-girl.html' title='grocery girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1480750227183385366</id><published>2008-02-26T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:36:07.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the combination of open road and great music</title><content type='html'>there's really something about the combination&lt;br /&gt;of open roads and really great songs.&lt;br /&gt;something that moves within us&lt;br /&gt;when we hit that perfect moment in the song&lt;br /&gt;and there's not a red light in sight.&lt;br /&gt;this incredible combination is only obtainable&lt;br /&gt;with the perfect variables.&lt;br /&gt;it will only work on the highway&lt;br /&gt;if there are very few cars alongside of you;&lt;br /&gt;it won't work if the road has the slightest bump;&lt;br /&gt;and it won't work if the song is anything&lt;br /&gt;less than perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like this freedom and complete peace that we feel&lt;br /&gt;when we have this combination.&lt;br /&gt;we're on top of the world,&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing can stop us,&lt;br /&gt;nothing matters.&lt;br /&gt;it's an escape to some other place.&lt;br /&gt;[if only our souls could experience this all the time.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best is summer nights with my sunroof open.&lt;br /&gt;not too many things can top that.&lt;br /&gt;there's just something about the open road and the perfect song...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1480750227183385366?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1480750227183385366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394501918404020063.post-1253913910831478799</id><published>2008-02-23T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:11:56.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>changed girl</title><content type='html'>changes these days make a pure and noble girl sad.&lt;br /&gt;[qualities obtained by the name my parents chose for me]&lt;br /&gt;isn't it interesting how we truly take on the qualities&lt;br /&gt;of what our names mean?&lt;br /&gt;that's another paragraph for another day and time, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart still belongs to Him.&lt;br /&gt;the King is still on His throne&lt;br /&gt;[praise]&lt;br /&gt;and my hope is that He will use me&lt;br /&gt;for the benefit of His Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;and that His peace will overcome.&lt;br /&gt;because i am certainly without it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1253913910831478799?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1253913910831478799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1253913910831478799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1253913910831478799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1253913910831478799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/02/changed-girl.html' title='changed girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8447191963457799880</id><published>2008-02-17T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T09:37:37.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>train of thought</title><content type='html'>as i was getting ready just now,&lt;br /&gt;i thought "someone in denmark got ready earlier"&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought about people&lt;br /&gt;in france getting ready for their day earlier.&lt;br /&gt;and all the people here in america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many people in this world.&lt;br /&gt;and i am only one of them.&lt;br /&gt;just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get too caught up in my own situation.&lt;br /&gt;just need a little reminder every now and then&lt;br /&gt;that the world does not revolve around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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thought'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3690449629724936324</id><published>2008-02-14T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:32:00.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hopkinshopkins/2266084522/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2419/2266084522_0b394529e9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hopkinshopkins/2266084522/"&gt;beautiful tulips&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/hopkinshopkins/"&gt;hopkinshopkins&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have a valentine this year!&lt;br /&gt;he got me some flowers (tulips are my fav)&lt;br /&gt;and he got me some chocolate strawberries&lt;br /&gt;some of the largest i've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;pretty sure they were on steroids at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;i started off with 6 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i now have 1.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINES!! WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3690449629724936324?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3690449629724936324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3690449629724936324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3690449629724936324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3690449629724936324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-girl_14.html' title='valentines girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2419/2266084522_0b394529e9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394501918404020063.post-5263968773558916524</id><published>2008-02-10T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T08:44:27.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>foolish girl</title><content type='html'>"and i hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the great gatsby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-5263968773558916524?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5263968773558916524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=5263968773558916524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5263968773558916524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/5263968773558916524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/02/foolish-girl.html' title='foolish girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2271270882731086523</id><published>2008-02-07T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:44:45.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>girl with a story</title><content type='html'>so i'm currently reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the kite runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;i've cried countless times,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm only finished with half.&lt;br /&gt;i've laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;and i've found myself writing my&lt;br /&gt;funny little notes in the margin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what anyone says;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing like a good book.&lt;br /&gt;nothing like a great novel.&lt;br /&gt;not a self-help book,&lt;br /&gt;or a recent study,&lt;br /&gt;or a political agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing like a great story.&lt;br /&gt;those are what shape people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepping off my soap box now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2271270882731086523?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2271270882731086523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2271270882731086523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2271270882731086523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2271270882731086523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-with-story.html' title='girl with a story'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-605009793266169454</id><published>2008-02-03T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:28:02.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>musical girl</title><content type='html'>i miss the days when i was so into music,&lt;br /&gt;that i had no other identity.&lt;br /&gt;[other than a Follower, and college student]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days when i would spend every extra dollar i had&lt;br /&gt;on concert tickets.&lt;br /&gt;and on any given friday or saturday night,&lt;br /&gt;i was most likely found in that horrible part&lt;br /&gt;of dallas named deep ellum.&lt;br /&gt;eating pizza at the pizza place&lt;br /&gt;that i can never remember the name of&lt;br /&gt;and getting ready for "the best concert ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a rather silly girl then.&lt;br /&gt;however, i miss those musical days.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will once again awaken that love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-605009793266169454?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/605009793266169454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=605009793266169454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/605009793266169454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/605009793266169454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/02/musical-girl.html' title='musical girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3224060768073219986</id><published>2008-02-02T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:12:05.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>radio girl</title><content type='html'>last night i was driving home from an event&lt;br /&gt;and i had the radio on&lt;br /&gt;and one of my favorite songs started playing.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it's really not one of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;just a song that i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all of the sudden i was so ridiculously joyous.&lt;br /&gt;i screamed "YES!" when i heard it's first notes&lt;br /&gt;and i found myself singing all of the words&lt;br /&gt;probably at my loudest tone possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it funny how music controls us like that?&lt;br /&gt;a good song has the power to change a mood.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't even in a bad mood, though.&lt;br /&gt;just driving home.&lt;br /&gt;indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;and then extremely happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3224060768073219986?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3224060768073219986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3224060768073219986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3224060768073219986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3224060768073219986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/02/radio-girl.html' title='radio girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-8361911373558513709</id><published>2008-01-28T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:19:43.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>winter girl</title><content type='html'>today i opened the door and it felt like Spring.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought, "but i'm not done with Winter"&lt;br /&gt;i am unsure of what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the morning smells reminded me&lt;br /&gt;of what usually is my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;at least here in texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm still stuck on Sister Winter.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think my heart is as cold as ice.&lt;br /&gt;[oh sufjan]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8361911373558513709?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394501918404020063.post-8367578422264896389</id><published>2008-01-26T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:23:29.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>girl.</title><content type='html'>i have not been writing very much lately.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though i've put too much pressure on myself&lt;br /&gt;to produce, produce, produce,&lt;br /&gt;that i haven't been concerned about the quality.&lt;br /&gt;this is not ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lately i've been remembering a time,&lt;br /&gt;when i wrote often&lt;br /&gt;and i've been listening to that song again&lt;br /&gt;that i listened to over and over during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part of the song is what i feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heal my heart and make it clean.&lt;br /&gt;open up my eyes to the things unseen.&lt;br /&gt;show me how to love like you have loved me.&lt;br /&gt;break my heart for what breaks yours.&lt;br /&gt;everything i am for your kingdom's cause.&lt;br /&gt;as i walk from earth into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i hope i live this and i hope that is my heart.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-8367578422264896389?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8367578422264896389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=8367578422264896389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8367578422264896389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/8367578422264896389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/01/girl.html' title='girl.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-4685641781297745646</id><published>2008-01-20T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:52:28.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic girl</title><content type='html'>i just experienced an ironic situation in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;it was the kind of irony that is redemptive&lt;br /&gt;[if that makes any sense at all]&lt;br /&gt;and the kind that makes you laugh hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this whole thing&lt;br /&gt;was orchestrated [by someone],&lt;br /&gt;just to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and feel good about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; situation&lt;br /&gt;for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to finally laugh about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to not just feel ok with it,&lt;br /&gt;but to truly laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...to quote alanis,&lt;br /&gt;isn't it ironic?&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-4685641781297745646?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4685641781297745646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=4685641781297745646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4685641781297745646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/4685641781297745646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/01/ironic-girl.html' title='ironic girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1778632475850197651</id><published>2008-01-10T18:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:59:10.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet girl</title><content type='html'>so having mono is forcing me to shut my mouth&lt;br /&gt;and listen to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is His funny way of telling me&lt;br /&gt;to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december was a month for the ages.&lt;br /&gt;and now i must rest.&lt;br /&gt;i must re-ground myself.&lt;br /&gt;i must recharge.&lt;br /&gt;i'm forced to return to Him.&lt;br /&gt;which is what i should have been doing&lt;br /&gt;all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is good to have rest in Him.&lt;br /&gt;it's like no other rest&lt;br /&gt;i could ever achieve on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1778632475850197651?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1778632475850197651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1778632475850197651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1778632475850197651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1778632475850197651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/01/quiet-girl.html' title='quiet girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-945838600100663307</id><published>2008-01-03T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:39:36.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new year girl</title><content type='html'>happy new year, folks!&lt;br /&gt;2008 is going to be a year of great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's kick it off with a case of mono!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-945838600100663307?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/945838600100663307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=945838600100663307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/945838600100663307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/945838600100663307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-girl.html' title='new year girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-730632063507291637</id><published>2007-12-27T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:53:38.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>spreadsheet girl</title><content type='html'>i must tell you,&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy microsoft excel.&lt;br /&gt;spreadsheets.&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love a good spreadsheet.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;with all the fancy functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't call myself an excel expert,&lt;br /&gt;but i do take pride in my somewhat&lt;br /&gt;above average knowledge of the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;today i do not like excel.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;too much of a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;i have spent the entire day&lt;br /&gt;moving from spreadsheet to spreadsheet.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are tired.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;and i definitely need a coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spreadsheet girl...more like tired girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-730632063507291637?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/730632063507291637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=730632063507291637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/730632063507291637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/730632063507291637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2007/12/spreadsheet-girl.html' title='spreadsheet girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-1861973420980056574</id><published>2007-12-25T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:01:55.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas day girl</title><content type='html'>day four was boring.&lt;br /&gt;day five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS!! merry christmas little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was awakened by my&lt;br /&gt;twenty-four year old brother&lt;br /&gt;shaking me and yelling&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's love right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-1861973420980056574?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1861973420980056574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=1861973420980056574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1861973420980056574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/1861973420980056574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-girl_25.html' title='christmas day girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-3512157656907809180</id><published>2007-12-23T09:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:20:29.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day tres</title><content type='html'>on the third day of christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more shopping!&lt;br /&gt;(i probably will find myself shopping)&lt;br /&gt;church.&lt;br /&gt;food.&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for everyone's information:&lt;br /&gt;my favorite christmas song is&lt;br /&gt;the beatles - wonderful christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;it's so joyous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and last night,&lt;br /&gt;my dear took me christmas light looking&lt;br /&gt;which is my favorite christmas activity.&lt;br /&gt;the lights were beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;i think i scared him with my joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-3512157656907809180?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3512157656907809180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=3512157656907809180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3512157656907809180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/3512157656907809180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-tres.html' title='day tres'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2005219922648652751</id><published>2007-12-22T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:51:04.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day two</title><content type='html'>on the second day of christmas...&lt;br /&gt;(monica's six days of christmas, that is)&lt;br /&gt;more shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have approximately 2.5 more gifts to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;and then i will proceed to rejoice&lt;br /&gt;for it will officially be christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2005219922648652751?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2005219922648652751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2005219922648652751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2005219922648652751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2005219922648652751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-two.html' title='day two'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-2952338455139720958</id><published>2007-12-21T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:46:42.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas girl</title><content type='html'>it's christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;and it's the most wonderful time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the first of six days&lt;br /&gt;off of work.&lt;br /&gt;i like to refer to it as:&lt;br /&gt;monica's six days of christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day of christmas:&lt;br /&gt;shop till i drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-2952338455139720958?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2952338455139720958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=2952338455139720958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2952338455139720958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/2952338455139720958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-girl.html' title='christmas girl'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263305971182957564</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-394501918404020063.post-6088196298473681806</id><published>2007-12-13T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:11:03.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>documentary girl</title><content type='html'>so i'm taking part in a documentary.&lt;br /&gt;taking part in the creation of something great.&lt;br /&gt;and with some very dear friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am feeling good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately, i have felt somewhat discontent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just like something is missing from somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[perhaps that's why i have been baking so much?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this documentary making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be rather refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes you just need to shake things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;catch my drift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394501918404020063-6088196298473681806?l=hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopkinshopkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6088196298473681806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394501918404020063&amp;postID=6088196298473681806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394501918404020063/posts/default/6088196298473681806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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