<?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-4806950449697827619</id><updated>2012-01-11T12:15:41.765-08:00</updated><category term='gas pump drama'/><category term='Trying to make meaning of it all'/><category term='Tis the season.'/><category term='Smoking is bad for you'/><category term='Why didn&apos;t I think of that'/><category term='1 Corinthians 15:33'/><category term='birthday candles'/><category term='Hold On- KT Tunstall'/><category term='Working on myself'/><category term='Snap'/><category term='gopher barkey-barkey'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Music makes Life'/><category term='Confessions'/><category term='Turn it Off'/><category term='It makes him look tough to all of his bee friends.'/><category term='Perseverance'/><category term='Princess of China..hmmm'/><category term=':)'/><category term='baggin cats'/><category term='Time may change me...'/><category term='ONEtwothreeFOURfivesix'/><category term='Random declaration'/><title type='text'>Blerg Blog.</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts. Random meanings. Random posts. You will love it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-3271891889873889302</id><published>2012-01-11T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:15:41.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days where you can't help but be annoyingly happy. Things are going so well that I can't stop smiling! Gotta give props to those who keep me in their prayers and love me unconditionally. The blessings in my life are definitely overflowing today. Small gestures can become huge landmarks, and I'm going to keep on trying to see them every waking moment. &lt;br /&gt;Fact. No matter where I've been, what I've done, God will keep giving you blessings if you search for them and thank him for it.&lt;br /&gt;"Watch. Learn. And don't eat my cookie."- Phoebe Buffay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-3271891889873889302?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3271891889873889302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3271891889873889302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3271891889873889302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-4746747502095633671</id><published>2012-01-06T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:49:08.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>I have a reason to sing.</title><content type='html'>Biggest blessing: forgiveness of my ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Biggest problem: looking to others for validation&lt;br /&gt;Biggest issue: continuing to listen to my desires to be completed by one person who doesn't feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;Biggest strength: God never leaves my side&lt;br /&gt;Biggest weakness: costumed words&lt;br /&gt;Biggest goal: to let myself be me&lt;br /&gt;Biggest smile: God really did make me special. Some people call it weird. But I call it Kasey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-4746747502095633671?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4746747502095633671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-reason-to-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4746747502095633671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4746747502095633671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-reason-to-sing.html' title='I have a reason to sing.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-4199010800280926870</id><published>2011-12-15T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:37:58.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turn it Off'/><title type='text'>Something new.</title><content type='html'>Peaceful sadness. It's quite beautiful. I've found that when I really focus on how I've ended up here, in this spot in time, I tend to dwell on my past mistakes. But I can change that into what not to do the next time a similar situation rears its head. &lt;br /&gt;And praying. Always back to praying. Not just for what I need. But what God wants from me. Hard? Heck yes. Worth it? Always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the worst part is, before it gets, any better we're headed for a cliff. And in the free-fall I will realize I'm better off, when I hit the bottom."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-4199010800280926870?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4199010800280926870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4199010800280926870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4199010800280926870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-new.html' title='Something new.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-664482120089080346</id><published>2011-11-24T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:09:12.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tis the season.'/><title type='text'>Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for my family, even if we don't see things on the same page. I've had a life growing up that a lot of others only see on tv. Not that we were rich and glamorous by any means. But I grew up with a lot of support and love. Even if the support isn't complete anymore, there's still love. And for that I will always be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-664482120089080346?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/664482120089080346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/664482120089080346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/664482120089080346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for...'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-4706904589125683086</id><published>2011-10-28T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:48:30.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time may change me...'/><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>Had David Bowie in my head since last night. I'm not really complaining. It could be worse. It is quite fitting. My last day at St. Luke's Rehabilitation Institute. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I won't go on about the ups and downs. They're there. And I'm very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Now on towards something different. I'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;There's not one person I've ever come across that hasn't said "I wish I could start over" at some point in their life.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-4706904589125683086?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4706904589125683086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/ch-ch-ch-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4706904589125683086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4706904589125683086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-2762453819337959121</id><published>2011-10-27T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:37:14.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random declaration'/><title type='text'>Put out the fire.</title><content type='html'>Going through therapy and reading a lot self-help books is something I never thought about growing up. "When I'm in my late 20s, I want to be an emotional wreck and go through counseling." Hahaha. But things happen. Patterns form. Not just&amp;nbsp;physical patterns like smoking or drinking or over-eating, but mental patterns. And for me, they aren't/weren't the healthiest. Anyone who's gotten to know me within the last 4 years can easily agree to this. I'm not proud by any means. I'm not making excuses. Just stating facts. If anything, it's humbling because how embarassing it is for me to think about the past. I can't do anything but change. Continuing in that lifestyle can no longer be a possibility. &lt;br /&gt;The thing I really, really like about my therapist is the material she's given me. Anything from books to quotes to printed-off handouts. They always relay to one thing: Myself. My character. What I'm capable of doing. Instead of focusing on what I can't do, it's about what I can do. I've been to a counselor before, and this wasn't even close to how it went. He was very sweet. But he became one of the most expensive listeners I've ever encountered. No advice. No facts about psychology. Maybe that works for others, and that's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;So I've been studying up on behavior. I won't pull a Tom Cruise here, no worries. But it does make complete sense to me. My problem isn't recognizing unhealthy behavior. It's &lt;u&gt;staying the hell away from it.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Someone used the example of forming a habit by touching fire. When you first get close to a flame, you feel the heat. When you put your hand into it, it hurts. Your body forms a physical&amp;nbsp;pathway to your brain telling you that fire = pain.&amp;nbsp;A neurological pathway. Some reactions are more obvious than others, but the point is the more you do something, the more pathways are made and the easier it is to do whatever it is you're doing. &lt;br /&gt;Duh. &lt;br /&gt;So how do I break it? Because I have an inclination to keep walking towards it, how do I put out the fire? For me, I've learned that pulling myself out of situations is key. I've heard lots of smokers talk about triggers that make it nearly impossible to quit smoking whenever they encounter one. So they avoid the trigger altogether to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense, again.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to balance is judgement, too. I have friends that say "you're better than so and so" or "they're not good enough for you." I understand what they're saying. But I really believe that I'm not. We all have struggles. Every single person.&amp;nbsp;Even the ones who look like they have it all&amp;nbsp;together.&amp;nbsp;I see this as&amp;nbsp;something else that connects people. I'm not better than them. Pretty sure Jesus never said "I'm better than you."&lt;br /&gt;What it comes down to. I can't&amp;nbsp;help a drowning man if my arms and legs are broken. Let the healing continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-2762453819337959121?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2762453819337959121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/put-out-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/2762453819337959121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/2762453819337959121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/put-out-fire.html' title='Put out the fire.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-4552833181974266658</id><published>2011-10-26T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:04:56.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ONEtwothreeFOURfivesix'/><title type='text'>Charlie Brown</title><content type='html'>This is my happy song from Mylo Xyloto. Plus it reminds me of my bro-in-law so it makes me smile whenever it comes on. Today I need lots of smiles. Half a Snickers? Okay :) And actually, I had a lovely surprise waiting for me when I got out of my exit interview. Cheers for pumpkin lattes from good friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam session last night. It's been a while since I've had one. Actually, I think it was late spring. That's too long for a musician to go. Warming up is always different. At least for me. Sometimes I just sit there not motivated. The guitarists and keyboardists can lead their own song by themselves. Plink away here. Strum there. A song forms. Drummers, notsomuch. So I sit. And wait. Because when I start going it gets insanely loud. I think boy drummers like that aspect. Trying out some new songs started out intimidating but once you cut loose...there's really no description. I love how formatic it is. Trying to hit the right tom at the right time. Trying to play outside the box. So hard when natural rhythm kicks in. I explained it to someone like a puzzle. It can complete a song or completely destroy it. I play how I feel. I use intuition. Sure,&amp;nbsp;I wish I was more learned. If I put in the time and money, I could be. But for the most part, I like how I play. It's simple. But always there (except for the total bummer mess-ups hahaha). It builds when it needs to and fades away when called for. It's me.&lt;br /&gt;There are three things in my life&amp;nbsp;that really portray who I am: &lt;br /&gt;My name.&lt;br /&gt;My clothes.&lt;br /&gt;My drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life had a time signature, it'd be 3/4 to 6/8. Like Paramore's My Heart. But without the emo screaming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-4552833181974266658?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4552833181974266658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/charlie-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4552833181974266658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4552833181974266658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/charlie-brown.html' title='Charlie Brown'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-6508932078088254245</id><published>2011-10-25T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:05:30.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perseverance'/><title type='text'>6 years in the making.</title><content type='html'>Officially my last week of work and it's sinking in today. A lot of people have said their "goodbye"(s) and "we'll miss you"(s). Interesting how quickly words can travel. Interesting and scary, actually. &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for my new job. Mostly excited to meet new people. I'm really fortunate that I've met such wonderful hearts here.&amp;nbsp;But I&amp;nbsp;like going out and seeing who else can give me a new perspective. Who else I can learn from. We'll see if I have this attitude after next week...woohoo, Yakima! Miner Burger everynight? I think so. Okay, not really. I don't want to have to buy new jeans. &lt;br /&gt;Scripture for the day that hits home EVERY.TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:3-5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-6508932078088254245?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6508932078088254245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-years-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6508932078088254245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6508932078088254245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-years-in-making.html' title='6 years in the making.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-3388156036650850442</id><published>2011-10-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:53:19.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess of China..hmmm'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Coldplay's new album came out today and I'm&amp;nbsp;declaring that it's the only music I'll listen to today. Well. Except for the background music that I'm really trying&amp;nbsp;to block out&amp;nbsp;from my coworker's computer. Soft rock has a place and time...just not everyday. Last week in one day, it went from Gloria Estefan to Shania Twain to Rod Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the duet with Rihanna isn't as bad as I expected. It's quite catchy. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm losing my mind. Or just determined to fall in love with this album. Music never lets me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-3388156036650850442?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3388156036650850442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3388156036650850442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3388156036650850442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-5258073701580708977</id><published>2011-10-21T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:10:41.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Corinthians 15:33'/><title type='text'>Healing Act</title><content type='html'>Thousands of seconds chasing one day&lt;br /&gt;Countless desires chasing you away&lt;br /&gt;I once believed it was the right place but wrong time&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;admit you were never meant to be mine&lt;br /&gt;A strike on the hand, I'd take for a forgotten heart&lt;br /&gt;Beating but pleading for a newly resistant part&lt;br /&gt;Don the mask of makeup to keep playing the immortal role&lt;br /&gt;Released, I renounce the grasp of a hopeful soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-5258073701580708977?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5258073701580708977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/healing-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5258073701580708977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5258073701580708977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/healing-act.html' title='Healing Act'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-1837773767677155943</id><published>2011-10-18T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:45:19.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gopher barkey-barkey'/><title type='text'>1 John 4:7&amp;8</title><content type='html'>Now I have that insanely cheesy song I learned from VBS stuck in my head. At least I memorized a scripture, right? Oh, the days of Father Abraham and The Lord told Noah to build him an arkey-arkey.&lt;br /&gt;Experienced something new today. Being called a rather hateful name is something I'm not used to. I can only recall being called a really rude word once in my life. Today, another one came my way. And you know what? It made me feel sad for the person whose lips it came out of. I didn't do anything to warrant it. He just has so much anger in himself, he thought he'd feel better if he tore me down. It's too bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful I didn't let it hurt me. I'm thankful that I'm not angry like that. I'm thankful God is bigger than name calling. I'm not saying this like I'm exempt from being angry or even petty name calling. It's a lesson, though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here's to lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-1837773767677155943?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1837773767677155943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-john-47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/1837773767677155943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/1837773767677155943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-john-47.html' title='1 John 4:7&amp;8'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-6900369345494794673</id><published>2011-10-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:33:17.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 13:20</title><content type='html'>My reasonings aren't excuses for the mistakes I've made. And I'll admit to why I thought at one point they were. Everyday goes by, and I think about my more recent ones. Everyone has them. And those who love you accept them. Holds you responsible, but accepts them. Even bring them to your attention so you can realize what you've done. Not throw them in your face to make you feel bad. I've done that, too. And sometimes my gut reaction might be to do so still. But deep down I know everybody deserves forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;We're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not overcome by failure&lt;br /&gt;But overcome by grace&lt;br /&gt;Delivered forgiveness waiting&lt;br /&gt;Each time I fall on my face&lt;br /&gt;Not worthy of another beginning&lt;br /&gt;Yet allowed each time with Love&lt;br /&gt;Am I strong enough to do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;What's my heart capable of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-6900369345494794673?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6900369345494794673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/proverbs-1320.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6900369345494794673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6900369345494794673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/proverbs-1320.html' title='Proverbs 13:20'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-9037459592562696508</id><published>2011-10-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:33:46.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Overcast</title><content type='html'>Destructive weather&lt;br /&gt;Am I set in your path&lt;br /&gt;How long will I stand&lt;br /&gt;In the storm of your wrath&lt;br /&gt;Can I protect my flesh&lt;br /&gt;Against the whip of your wind&lt;br /&gt;Is it possibly to stay dry&lt;br /&gt;When you're soaking my skin&lt;br /&gt;Do I bow to your power&lt;br /&gt;Or call you for what you are&lt;br /&gt;A force beyond my control&lt;br /&gt;A force that pushes too hard&lt;br /&gt;I've always been one&lt;br /&gt;For the cold and rainy days&lt;br /&gt;But God, I need warmth as well&lt;br /&gt;For my sanity to stay&lt;br /&gt;Jacket.Hat.Gloves.Scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Always worn to protect my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-9037459592562696508?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9037459592562696508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/overcast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/9037459592562696508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/9037459592562696508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/overcast.html' title='Overcast'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-6318756308898086005</id><published>2011-09-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:00:30.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It makes him look tough to all of his bee friends.'/><title type='text'>And when it rains...</title><content type='html'>Ode to Paramore today. Yet another band/artist that keeps comforting me throughout this transition. I'm thankful I have them. Emotions aside, it was a rather good weekend, for which I'm also thankful that I have some wonderful people in my life who continue to help me take steps everyday. Pepper spray now in hand, I'm equipped with a few different types of weapons, physical&amp;nbsp;and spiritual, that are making me stronger&amp;nbsp;for daily challenges.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I may have been playing a little too much 360...I won't compare myself to XMen... :S&lt;br /&gt;Random thought.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stop seeing good in people. For the time being, I've shut it down so I can put myself back together. But eventually, when I'm stronger, I want to give back. To listen. To offer advice (if I have anything worth saying, God help me). To give someone a ride or to make someone's lunch. Because I love those things. Giving those things&amp;nbsp;to someone makes me want to live everday. Maybe Joey was right. Maybe there is no good deed that isn't selfish. I'll keep living like Phoebe, though. But I won't sting myself with a bee. Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Thoroughly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-15060310"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-15060310&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-6318756308898086005?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6318756308898086005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-when-it-rains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6318756308898086005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6318756308898086005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-when-it-rains.html' title='And when it rains...'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-3057776796811700481</id><published>2011-09-23T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:24:01.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working on myself'/><title type='text'>Breezy Current</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that feeling where there's&amp;nbsp;a window in the background, and you can tell trees and bushes are moving outside in the breeze, but it's not until you actually stop what you're doing and sit still and look out and it's like..being pushed backward through a tunnel? Because all of these thoughts the run through your mind give you the impression that you're moving and the outside stands still. Maybe your fingers are from typing or texting or your eyes are from reading. Busy, busy, busy. Kinda like when you're walking on a bridge and the water is rushing so quickly underneath and then when you pause and look into the current, it almost knocks you off your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;My world's moving. And I'm trying to keep up. Why am I so afraid to stop and let it turn a little? Eventually, everything comes back around. Well, the things that are supposed to. Right? &lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-3057776796811700481?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3057776796811700481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/breezy-current.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3057776796811700481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3057776796811700481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/breezy-current.html' title='Breezy Current'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-2855576161130185420</id><published>2011-09-22T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:13:34.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hold On- KT Tunstall'/><title type='text'>I was tired of January. Tired of June</title><content type='html'>I felt a change a comin. Whoaa-ohhh-ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah. I keep talking about change. Guess that doesn't change...*bah-dum-dum. Plus KT Tunstall is always in my head, so today it's that song.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying extra hard to be excited about this weekend. Doing a few things I normally wouldn't do, but overall I believe are good for me. Plus I know two peeps that are getting tats and that's something to always look forward to! Well. Unless it's a portrait of JLo or something.&lt;br /&gt;One of the ARNPs at work is leaving next week and I'm really going to miss her. It's funny how our work relationship has changed. She was a little frightening before, but now I think she's delightful...even though she just yelled at me for not finding a chart (which was already in the piled she picked). I like it. She told me she thinks I should go back to school because she doesn't believe I'm&amp;nbsp;utilizing my full potential. I asked what she meant because, hellooo, I work in Medical Record and&amp;nbsp;I haven't been over-exerting myself for almost a year now. How would she know what I'm capable of? She said she can tell that I have intelligence and wit that shouldn't be wasted here just from our conversations. Odd, since I thought I was mostly sarcastic and dry whenever we'd chat. When I mentioned some of my future prospects, she got really excited for me. So. That's rather encouraging. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did just honk my own horn. Feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-2855576161130185420?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2855576161130185420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-tired-of-january-tired-of-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/2855576161130185420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/2855576161130185420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-tired-of-january-tired-of-june.html' title='I was tired of January. Tired of June'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-6019406495893999840</id><published>2011-09-19T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T11:58:52.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>And I'm complaining about how dark it's getting by 8pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isanglitrongliwanag.org/"&gt;http://isanglitrongliwanag.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-6019406495893999840?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6019406495893999840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6019406495893999840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6019406495893999840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-7485184372772151869</id><published>2011-09-16T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:36:39.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snap'/><title type='text'>Dawn's quote.</title><content type='html'>The people that you choose to let influence you will determine your life path, and the excuses you succumb to will only serve to dilute the truth and hinder your growth as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-7485184372772151869?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7485184372772151869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/dawns-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/7485184372772151869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/7485184372772151869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/dawns-quote.html' title='Dawn&apos;s quote.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-7670792593298259394</id><published>2011-09-14T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:31:59.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 5</title><content type='html'>Memory verse for this year. When I was younger, I used to get cookies and juice for reciting memory verses to my Sunday School teachers. Is it wrong to treat myself with a beer? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;God, help me to "...rejoice in our &lt;strong&gt;sufferings&lt;/strong&gt;, knowing that &lt;strong&gt;suffering&lt;/strong&gt; produces &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;endurance&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;endurance&lt;/span&gt; produces &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; produces &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; does not disappoint us, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sa1Z9OLnmeg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sa1Z9OLnmeg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 10:18. I don't want to be that fool. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;If anybody reads this, I'd appreciate your prayers. I'm really struggling right now. Thank you for your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-7670792593298259394?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7670792593298259394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/romans-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/7670792593298259394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/7670792593298259394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/romans-5.html' title='Romans 5'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-8904888705572061216</id><published>2011-09-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:51:22.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>Once again drowning&lt;br /&gt;This time different surroundings&lt;br /&gt;But the&amp;nbsp;environment is known all too well&lt;br /&gt;Light&amp;nbsp;hits the surface&lt;br /&gt;But is there even a purpose &lt;br /&gt;When I'm so far under I can't even tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submerging myself&lt;br /&gt;Giving into&amp;nbsp;the surroundings&lt;br /&gt;Surely life exists under this surface as well&lt;br /&gt;But my body resists the notion&lt;br /&gt;The dream to live in this ocean &lt;br /&gt;Will surely&amp;nbsp;surrender to the painful swell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say storms will pass&lt;br /&gt;And I'll remember the day&lt;br /&gt;When the sun lights up the cloudless skies&lt;br /&gt;Should I wait it out treading&lt;br /&gt;And fight the calmness that I'm dreading&lt;br /&gt;For another storm coming&amp;nbsp;that causes me to dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life saver&lt;br /&gt;A raft to take me to safety&lt;br /&gt;To never set foot near the ocean again&lt;br /&gt;To live purely on land&lt;br /&gt;I'll bury my feet in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And bid farewell to the sea of pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-8904888705572061216?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8904888705572061216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/swimming-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/8904888705572061216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/8904888705572061216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-7805120463030591390</id><published>2011-09-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:44:07.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying to make meaning of it all'/><title type='text'>Quote it up.</title><content type='html'>I keep getting smacked in the head with "living in the moment" lessons from people who I think have good intentions, but intentions don't constitute fact or truth.&lt;br /&gt;Up at 2 in the morning. Laying. Thinking. Praying. Cursing. Reading. Lots of words swimming in my mind's eye. I see them all. Especially ones I try to turn a blind eye to. No luck.&lt;br /&gt;I've found that Nietzsche can be a pretty funny guy. I don't agree with everything he says. That doesn't mean I don't find him&amp;nbsp;to be truthful in&amp;nbsp;some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See? Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned to kind of what I see as Nietzsche's polar oppostite; Kierkegaard. I've found him to be a comfort. More of a warmth I get from hugging my pastor. Or the feeling of sitting through a coffee date with a friend who you admire, listening to them talk for a good 20 minutes and thinking "Man, that totally makes sense and I think I've become more intelligent because of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask? Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked? Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this? Or are you not terrified by it? I have seen men in real life who so long deceived others that at last their true nature could not reveal itself;... In every man there is something which to a certain degree prevents him from becoming perfectly transparent to himself; and this may be the case in so high a degree, he may be so inexplicably woven into relationships of life which extend far beyond himself that he almost cannot reveal himself. But he who cannot reveal himself cannot love, and he who cannot love is the most unhappy man of all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times;"&gt;Lots to chew on. Words from men that lived well over 100 years ago. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-7805120463030591390?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7805120463030591390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/quote-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/7805120463030591390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/7805120463030591390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/quote-it-up.html' title='Quote it up.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-5764712014180219874</id><published>2011-09-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:33:26.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless.</title><content type='html'>But not really. Because otherwise I wouldn't be writing. It'll be short though because I still have a hard time believing the past two weeks. And I keep learning more that makes it even more painful. What do I do with it? Deal. Pray for them. Pray for myself. Hope I never meet another like them. Two times is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;My colors change&lt;br /&gt;Like the leaves have started&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed&lt;br /&gt;That one day we'd part&lt;br /&gt;But fall has come&lt;br /&gt;And fallen, I have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-5764712014180219874?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5764712014180219874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5764712014180219874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5764712014180219874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/speechless.html' title='Speechless.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-3389008450900346032</id><published>2011-08-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:11:53.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than...</title><content type='html'>I understand convenience. I understand the need/strong desire to fix what's wrong as soon as possible. And I think that's possible for some things, thankfully. But for others, notsomuch.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more than a bandaid. I want to be more than a good feeling that takes away the symptoms but doesn't heal the disease. It can be an unhealthy yoyo lifestyle to get into, back and forth, a perpetual game of tennis that stings and soothes with every rally.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I've played that game. A lot. I think it's becoming easier to recognize, at least. And I think I have the right mindset and heart to deal with it like God would want me to. At least, I hope it's how he wants me to. &lt;br /&gt;2 more days til 28. Still sounds so crazy to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kick it off right. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-3389008450900346032?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3389008450900346032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3389008450900346032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3389008450900346032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-than.html' title='More than...'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-1829055756075434193</id><published>2011-08-23T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:12:34.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journaling. blogging. what's the diff?</title><content type='html'>People keep telling me to journal. Isn't this basically the same thing? Probably not. I tend to censor names and actual events online. But it still is helpful, I find.&lt;br /&gt;I made yet another step forward yesterday. A small one, but with a couple hundred more, I may be in a completely different place. That's the hope, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of options. Options I didn't know were out there. Funny how things don't just fall into your lap. Hmm. Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;Here's to moving forward and keeping my eyes open for God. And trying not to forget where I've come from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-1829055756075434193?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1829055756075434193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/journaling-blogging-whats-diff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/1829055756075434193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/1829055756075434193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/journaling-blogging-whats-diff.html' title='journaling. blogging. what&apos;s the diff?'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-1303605210037100563</id><published>2011-08-22T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:06:05.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miniature disasters and minor catastrophies.</title><content type='html'>It's definitely getting cooler. 60 degrees this morning at 6:30. I drove up to Safeway on 29th to get coffee creamer for work. It felt like the beginning of fall. Usually I'd be bubbling up with joy inside. I love the drive up Rockwood Blvd. It reminds me of the fall. The fall is my favorite. It saved me last year. This year, I wonder if it can do the same. &lt;br /&gt;KT Tunstall Pandora. All day long. &lt;br /&gt;Meeting with someone today who can maybe shed some light on changes that could take place for me. I'm really hoping it goes well. &lt;br /&gt;I overcame one hurdle this weekend. My sister is my best friend. She loves me no matter how much of a failure I feel like I am. &lt;br /&gt;One step at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-1303605210037100563?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1303605210037100563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/miniature-disasters-and-minor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/1303605210037100563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/1303605210037100563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/miniature-disasters-and-minor.html' title='Miniature disasters and minor catastrophies.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-519472892598412281</id><published>2011-08-20T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:17:47.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday candles'/><title type='text'>10 226.7816 days</title><content type='html'>I know old people. I know young kids. I know in betweens and some my age. I can remember two specific points in time where I believe my life changed significantly, like a lightening bolt that struck me twice within 5 years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, those moments don't change. They're still very much real. But my life now is nowhere what it was then, despite their realities. Now, I find myself wishing another bolt would come and strike again. Maybe I need to stand outside during the storm and hold up my umbrella. I already feel the rain soaking through. Even when change happens, and it paralyzes you with pain that starts emotionally but consumes your physicality...you wish it would keep going. I have to keep going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I learned one significant lesson each year to hold 28 lessons in my hands, you would think that would make me somewhat wise. 28 major life lessons isn't anything to scoff at. I'm pretty sure I was faced with more than one a year...so what I should know and believe should be pretty well on its way to being concrete. Experience creates wisdom, right? Maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now isn't one of those times. Questioning everything I've learned. Everything. Does that count as faith? Or a doubter's anthem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solomon felt like a child when God gave him his Father's throne. Looks like I'm not the only one who feels like a kid trapped in an adult world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-519472892598412281?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/519472892598412281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-2267816-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/519472892598412281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/519472892598412281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-2267816-days.html' title='10 226.7816 days'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-3430622464849707899</id><published>2011-08-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:34:13.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to remember.</title><content type='html'>Romans 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we[a] have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 2 through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we[b] boast in the hope of the glory of God. 3 Not only so, but we[c] also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5 And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have Hope tattooed on my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-3430622464849707899?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3430622464849707899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/trying-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3430622464849707899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3430622464849707899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/trying-to-remember.html' title='Trying to remember.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-3475770670115473397</id><published>2011-08-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:27:33.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why didn&apos;t I think of that'/><title type='text'>Proverbs 18:13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;"Spouting off before listening to the facts is both shameful and foolish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;Sounds about right to me. I'm not saying I'm void of guilt regarding this scripture, but I try really really hard to listen to the words that come out of someone's mouth and target the point before saying or asking anything. Haha, I don't easily embarrass, but one thing that does get me is when I'm talking and before I know it, I have no idea what I just said or why I'm even talking so I stop myself and say, "I'm sorry, I have no idea where I'm going with this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;But I won't stop trying. Because people have done this to me. Because I don't deserve that. And neither does anyone else. People don't listen before they retort. There are few people I enjoy fighting with. For the most part, I'm not a fan of spending the majority of my days sick to my stomach because of an argument with someone I care about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;Just to get it out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;There it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;Reevaluating never ceases. It goes on and on and on and on and on and...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-3475770670115473397?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3475770670115473397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/proverbs-1813.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3475770670115473397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3475770670115473397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/proverbs-1813.html' title='Proverbs 18:13'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-5421985906002832702</id><published>2011-07-25T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:41:24.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music makes Life'/><title type='text'>Summer anthem</title><content type='html'>Some of my favorite lyrics of all time. And thanks to S. Lumsden for discussing it with me last night. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that it would come&lt;br /&gt;An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone&lt;br /&gt;She said you found someone&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of all the bad luck,&lt;br /&gt;And all the struggles we went through&lt;br /&gt;How I lost me and you lost you&lt;br /&gt;What are these voices outside love's open door&lt;br /&gt;Make us throw off our contentment&lt;br /&gt;And beg for something more?&lt;br /&gt;I've been learning to live without you now&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;The more I know, the less I understand&lt;br /&gt;All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter&lt;br /&gt;But my will gets weak&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts seem to scatter&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These times are so uncertain&lt;br /&gt;There's a yearning undefined&lt;br /&gt;And people filled with rage&lt;br /&gt;We all need a little tenderness&lt;br /&gt;How can love survive in such a graceless age&lt;br /&gt;And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness&lt;br /&gt;They're the very things we kill, I guess&lt;br /&gt;Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms&lt;br /&gt;And the work they put between us,&lt;br /&gt;You know it doesn't keep us warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to live without you now&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;The more I know, the less I understand&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter&lt;br /&gt;But my will gets weak&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is so shattered&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people in your life who've come and gone&lt;br /&gt;They let you down, you know they hurt your pride&lt;br /&gt;Better put it all behind you; cause life goes on&lt;br /&gt;You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be happily everafter&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is so shattered&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter&lt;br /&gt;Because the flesh will get weak&lt;br /&gt;And the ashes will scatter&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't love me anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJb_Sq7_jjo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJb_Sq7_jjo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-5421985906002832702?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5421985906002832702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-anthem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5421985906002832702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5421985906002832702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-anthem.html' title='Summer anthem'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-4121671444511674622</id><published>2011-07-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:47:03.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La bataille constante.</title><content type='html'>Am I so selfish, that I believe I'm always the victim&lt;br /&gt;Do I demand solice and sympathy from everyone around&lt;br /&gt;Or is there really a broken heart, trying to heal within&lt;br /&gt;Reasoning and surrender sometimes are so profound&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I grow tired,&lt;br /&gt;Mostly tired of myself&lt;br /&gt;Am I so different, my thought processes&lt;br /&gt;Is my heart really different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Soldier, fight&lt;br /&gt;Will there ever be a rest in life&lt;br /&gt;With no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen this voluntarily&lt;br /&gt;Keep standing&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep attention&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to believe in yourself one more time&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:29&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-4121671444511674622?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4121671444511674622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-bataille-constante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4121671444511674622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4121671444511674622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-bataille-constante.html' title='La bataille constante.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-983133280031054649</id><published>2011-06-23T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:15:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearts &amp; brand new starts</title><content type='html'>Oi.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say it's one of those days. I guess the good news is, it seems to be that way for mostly everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that's a little selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;So my question for the day (out of many) is this: Why do people care about&amp;nbsp;somebody else's&amp;nbsp;business?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's not worded exactly the way&amp;nbsp;I want. It's not so much about being down with OPP (yeah you know me!) but rather how people react.&lt;br /&gt;Here's&amp;nbsp;the most recent reaction that's got me struggling tough.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have people in my life that care about me and I am VERY thankful for them. Very. I value their opinions and respect them. Well, try to.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing I struggle the most with is when they feel I'm doing something wrong, or even something they don't agree with, they express concern with anger. Downright hatefulness sometimes. I've experienced this most recently as today. And let me ask you, lonely reader: "What the frack?"&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's really going to help me re-evaluate my choice/decision/opinion? Really?&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, not&amp;nbsp;a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm much more open to looking more deeply at myself if someone approaches me with actual concern. Making me feel stupid or completely wrong is hurtful and if anything makes me want nothing to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, other people feel the same way&amp;nbsp;I do. I see it in my friendships. I see it at work. I see it on stupid reality tv shows. It baffles me. &lt;br /&gt;So let's stop the anger. Deal? Sure, go ahead and get mad that gas prices are going up along with insurances. Get frustrated that every major arterial is under construction. But getting angry with someone for their belief is counter-productive.&lt;br /&gt;So there's my rant.&lt;br /&gt;Let love win.&lt;br /&gt;And bring me some chocolate milk. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-983133280031054649?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/983133280031054649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/broken-hearts-brand-new-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/983133280031054649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/983133280031054649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/broken-hearts-brand-new-starts.html' title='Broken hearts &amp; brand new starts'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-2906382493176090756</id><published>2011-03-05T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:35:39.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear it learn it live it</title><content type='html'>Time to be selfish. I think this is partly because of the 3 seasons of Entourage I've watched in 2 days. Here's my list anyway.&lt;br /&gt;1. A Maserati given to me to drive around and be seen in for one year.&lt;br /&gt;2. Another tattoo, although I'm still not sure what yet. Alas, my new permanent ink shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;3. My white Fossil to be fixed. The only one to blame for this is me. &lt;br /&gt;4. My last name back.&lt;br /&gt;5. My old waistline back.&lt;br /&gt;6. A lifetime supply of diet ginger ale.&lt;br /&gt;7. A Macbook Pro. I have no need for one, however,&amp;nbsp;so I will stick with my PC until it starts smoking. Bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;8. To stop feeling guilty for how I acted the past year of my life. Not classy. Nor loving. &lt;br /&gt;9. To go to Hogwarts. Movie set, Universal Studios, or the one yet to be built in&amp;nbsp;England. I want to go to there.&lt;br /&gt;10. A fulltime job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten seems like a good number for now. You can contact me for shipping information. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-2906382493176090756?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2906382493176090756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/hear-it-learn-it-live-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/2906382493176090756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/2906382493176090756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/hear-it-learn-it-live-it.html' title='hear it learn it live it'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-8321735368325898187</id><published>2010-09-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:38:53.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Dark</title><content type='html'>Flyleaf. Maybe screaming isn't your thing. But these lyrics are mine right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written songs in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I've felt inspired in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I hide myself in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Used to be afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;Those in the light know we die in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only artificial light here&lt;br /&gt;My flaws hide well here&lt;br /&gt;I used to be afraid of cluttered noises&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm afraid of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill this space, idle words&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to death of light and silence&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, kill me inside this&lt;br /&gt;Raise me up to live again&lt;br /&gt;Like you did, like you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am mute, despite myself&lt;br /&gt;All of them are gone&lt;br /&gt;The silence overtakes me&lt;br /&gt;The idle words forsake me&lt;br /&gt;And I am left to face me&lt;br /&gt;I'm held accountable&lt;br /&gt;For every idle word&lt;br /&gt;Curse the idle words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to death of light and silence&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, kill me inside this&lt;br /&gt;Raise me up to live again&lt;br /&gt;Like you did, like you did&lt;br /&gt;Glory shows up&lt;br /&gt;Exposes us&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked here&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken here, by the dark, by the dark&lt;br /&gt;Damn the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to death of light and silence&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, kill me inside this&lt;br /&gt;Raise me up to live again&lt;br /&gt;Like you did, like you did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-8321735368325898187?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8321735368325898187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/8321735368325898187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/8321735368325898187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-dark.html' title='In The Dark'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-4898399795306603376</id><published>2010-07-13T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:16:44.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time alone.</title><content type='html'>Well, not really alone. I do have a puppy here with me (while the Hawaiian is interviewin a little south of here)...who just decided she would silently pass gas whilst sleeping. I'm not very fond of her at the mo'. Good thing she's so stinkin' cute!&lt;br /&gt;So mostly, I'm blogging for blogging's sake. I don't have a lot to update. This summer has only been her for a couple of months, yet it seems like it's been over half a year. Strange, especially since the weather just started warming up somewhat. I do enjoy the longer daylight, though. It makes me feel more productive. Well, as productive as one can be sitting on the couch and catching up on Dexter or SVU whenever Leila's asleep. &lt;br /&gt;I really do enjoy raising a dog. Sure, she's bitten my face one too many times. But she's a baby. And she reacts pretty well to a sharp pop on the nose&amp;nbsp;thus far. She's definitely growing as well. Over 20 pounds and less than three months. That blows me away. But I think I'm ready for her full-size. I like big dogs. Cleaning up after them? ehhh notsomuch. But we'll deal. &lt;br /&gt;So if you want to burn off some energy and maybe get your toes nibbled on and have nothin better to do, come on over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-4898399795306603376?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4898399795306603376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4898399795306603376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4898399795306603376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-alone.html' title='Time alone.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-3886310179142520946</id><published>2010-06-01T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:01:23.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>Frustration orchestrated Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken stanzas of uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;replaced peaceful flow with endless sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me, my Masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow with the ease you once found.&lt;br /&gt;Restore my heart to normal sinus sound.&lt;br /&gt;Finish my song with soothing melody around.&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me, my Masterpiece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-3886310179142520946?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3886310179142520946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3886310179142520946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3886310179142520946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-5324045475045963865</id><published>2010-05-04T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:50:43.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it." ~C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>Heart. Head. Head Heart. Where does the logic come from?&amp;nbsp; What enforces it?&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, I've seen (and been involved in) a lot of emotional battles ranging from topics of work, relationships, money, politics, food, body image, jealousy, age, blahblahblah. &lt;br /&gt;What's up with that.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic how someone can become so overwhelmed with emotion that the typical result is numbness? I guess, for a poor analogy, it could be considered to be a drug. Too much and you might od. Just the right balance and you feel warm and fuzzy for several hours. Addicting.&lt;br /&gt;Then the aching comes. They both have it; heartache, headache. &lt;br /&gt;You can take a low dose off NSAIDS to help rid the pain in your head, but what do you do for your heart? What takes that pain away? &lt;br /&gt;Not sleep. Not starving yourself. Not drinking. Or physically hurting yourself. Those are bandaids.&lt;br /&gt;People have to look up at some point-in-time, right? &lt;br /&gt;But why not look right beside you. And re-evaluate why you're there in the first place. I always appreciate those friends that tell me what I need to hear, even if I don't want to hear it. *note-said information should be told in a loving manner for those of us who are sensitive (and like it that way...thanks, Jewel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what more is there to say about this human struggle? I know, how about ask CS Lewis again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to take out my earplugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-5324045475045963865?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5324045475045963865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart-never-takes-place-of-head-but-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5324045475045963865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5324045475045963865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart-never-takes-place-of-head-but-it.html' title='&quot;The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it.&quot; ~C.S. Lewis'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-7681749327925710443</id><published>2010-01-17T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:52:29.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short.</title><content type='html'>I'm angry. &lt;br /&gt;Who can I punch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-7681749327925710443?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7681749327925710443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/7681749327925710443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/7681749327925710443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/short.html' title='Short.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-4112669777585063582</id><published>2010-01-12T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:12:27.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say.</title><content type='html'>Events; good and bad. Lots to bring in the New Year. The only thing I want to discuss at the moment is Miep Gies. She died this weekend at the ripe age of 100&amp;nbsp;. If you don't know who she is, you should probably read Anne Frank's diary. Well, you should read her diary for more than&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;info about this woman. Anyhow,Miep (and I'm not exactly sure how to pronounce her name, but I like to say "meep" in my head. cause it's fun) and her husband helped hide the Franks in the Annex. And she actually lived to tell about it after it was raided. The only reason I'm talking about this is because I saw a quote the was recently attributed by her and it struck me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine young people would grow up with the feeling that you have to be a hero to do your human duty. I am afraid nobody would ever help other people, because who is a hero? I was not. I was just an ordinary housewife and secretary." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was irritated. I felt like she was completely taking the humble path to the extreme and it was annoying. I didn't see why she just wouldn't accept this deserving compliment. But the more I thought about it, she has a good point. When we so commonly throw around the term "hero, " it does change the definition. And as she so strongly felt, she was acting out her responsibility as&amp;nbsp;a human&amp;nbsp;to help others in need. &lt;br /&gt;So here's my question:&lt;br /&gt;Can people act heroically without actually being a hero?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm not sure. It still might be too early for me to really think about that. Help me out. And bring me a latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-4112669777585063582?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4112669777585063582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-much-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4112669777585063582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/4112669777585063582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not much to say.'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-2358199806870754903</id><published>2009-09-11T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:50:58.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I should be working...</title><content type='html'>It happens. You wake up and BAM. "Where am I?" Those few moments between sleep and awake can be quite alarming. I've been living there for a few weeks now. Haha. But it's getting better, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;This place that I'm at, this new life I've chosen, is definitely different from anything I could have ever imagined. But I love it. I honest-to-God do. Because it's different. And I'm a creature of much habit who becomes too complacent with being content in my scene of normalcy. That can get a little dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;So things are shaking up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been sitting on a couch and just realize that your life could seem so meaningless? I'm really hoping you're saying "yes" so I'm not the only one. I've been struggling a little with this lately. Mostly because emotions are awesome. And guilt and fear is something that can consume your entire being. But there's a power bigger than emotion, and I'm learing to grab onto it again. I can't deny that I'm right where I'm supposed to. I just kind of wish I could get a little further ahead just a wee bit faster. Oh, the desires of the flesh. How wonderful. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And that's me. This is where I've been. And these are a few things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Fall. Fall fall fall. Everything that comes with it. And spending it with my amazing husband in our too-big but kick-butt house.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back into my regular exercise schedule. It MUST happen.&lt;br /&gt;Finding out what's really living inside Megan's wall. I think it's a trapped house elf.&lt;br /&gt;Renewing my drivers license and being able to get the little heart put on it for organ donor.&lt;br /&gt;Getting closer with my family. Who ever thought that would happen?!Learning. I thought I already knew everything. Boy, was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Stars Hollow.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing sweaters and sweatshirts. Nothing beats comfy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing out my "warmer" parfumes for the cooler seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a new microwave.&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin-flavored anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;New music from Paramore, Muse, and 3DG. Heck. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go. And letting God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Grace be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-2358199806870754903?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2358199806870754903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-i-should-be-working.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/2358199806870754903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/2358199806870754903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-i-should-be-working.html' title='Because I should be working...'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-6319825648508276473</id><published>2009-06-08T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:47:16.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Wisher</title><content type='html'>You're breaking bones&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, your heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;Is as cold as they get&lt;br /&gt;You're destroying paths&lt;br /&gt;No, this can't last&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have enough regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar, look up from the Well&lt;br /&gt;Cause reflections won't tell you&lt;br /&gt;How lost is your Soul&lt;br /&gt;Love, I hope you can swim&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've got to jump in&lt;br /&gt;And let the Water save your Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait too long to turn around&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much Grace can be found&lt;br /&gt;When you've fallen deeper than ever before&lt;br /&gt;My love is waiting, I'll give you Breath&lt;br /&gt;It's the only chance of escaping this Death&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know your life is worth so much more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar, look up from the Well&lt;br /&gt;Cause reflections can't tell you&lt;br /&gt;Where along the road you lost your Soul&lt;br /&gt;Love, I know you can swim&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll jump in&lt;br /&gt;And let the Water save our Souls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-6319825648508276473?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6319825648508276473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-wisher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6319825648508276473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6319825648508276473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-wisher.html' title='Well Wisher'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-5331277100144512621</id><published>2009-05-27T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:28:53.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baggin cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoking is bad for you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas pump drama'/><title type='text'>You Who Thirst</title><content type='html'>So here are my latest thoughts, complaints, and ponderings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why, when I decide to get some sunshine during my exercise expeditions, do I always have to pass by someone who is exhaling cigarette smoke right as I'm taking in a deep breath? It never fails. Here I am, trying to extend and improve my quality of life while someone else, who is mostly like not caring about their own let alone someone elses, blows stupid toxins into my lungs. WHY?! Enough. Smoking = not good for you in any way. I said Good Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done many-a-embarassing things in my life. Nay, not embarassing, but stupid. Downright stupid. Saturday night topped the list. Haha I can't even stop laughing just thinking about it. But because I'm a great friend and entertainer, I will enlighten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be filling my car with gas. Well, I did in fact do that quite successfully. What I failed to do was take out the gas hose before I pulled away. In case you were wondering, the gas hoses are brilliantly designed to pop right off if the right amount of torque is presented. And that it did. Well, notsomuch popped as ripped and made a horrible noise. But it dragged behind my car for maybe 3 seconds before I realized what faux pas I made, where I then quickly got out and ran into the little booth where a girl my age was behind the counter. I think I said something like, "Um I just pulled away with your hose in my car, and I wasn't trying to steal gas. I already paid for it." What the heck?! I. Am. Amazing. You're welcome for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to complain about rowdy, noisy cats until they are all gone from our property. I'm sorry if you're a cat lover and this offends or annoys you. To make it up to ya, when Megan catches a cat (and let there be no doubt that she wil) I will put it in your bedroom for you to be able to understand what it's like to be in my shoes. Mmmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Megan's as much of a Cat-Baggin fool as I'll ever be &lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/horny.gif" /&gt; Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ in less than 17 days, Paramore and No Doubt in less than 2 months, wedding in less than 3. What a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I think that's it...? For now, if you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless and Harry Potter for the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-5331277100144512621?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5331277100144512621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-who-thirst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5331277100144512621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/5331277100144512621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-who-thirst.html' title='You Who Thirst'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-8963134094530637956</id><published>2009-05-27T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:26:45.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proverb for the Ages</title><content type='html'>Blessing arises in clever disguises&lt;br /&gt;And presents Lessons in plenty abound&lt;br /&gt;But when Wiswdom calls, and on deaf ears fall&lt;br /&gt;May Sympathy for those poor fools be found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-8963134094530637956?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8963134094530637956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/proverb-for-ages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/8963134094530637956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/8963134094530637956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/proverb-for-ages.html' title='A Proverb for the Ages'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-6770513208509081222</id><published>2009-05-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:29:36.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Left</title><content type='html'>My hands support my head&lt;br /&gt;But what sustains my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond such broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;My whole body's been torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my sleep, I find no rest&lt;br /&gt;My mind, it wanders and trespasses&lt;br /&gt;But still the only desire I ever find&lt;br /&gt;Is to turn this off and shut my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I've done nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that I always do too much?&lt;br /&gt;I can't make my heart be strong&lt;br /&gt;When I've convinced myself this can't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are taking over&lt;br /&gt;Logic fades away&lt;br /&gt;It's restlessly familiar&lt;br /&gt;Convince me this won't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This consuming ache that demands all my attention&lt;br /&gt;That calls me a fool and encourages all my resentment&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone soon enough but for now I can only try&lt;br /&gt;To use these tears to fight the raging fire inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-6770513208509081222?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6770513208509081222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6770513208509081222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/6770513208509081222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-left.html' title='What&apos;s Left'/><author><name>Kasey M. Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322826542661856277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8L6veiOneJU/Su-s61Qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2lJMG-fhqg/S220/DSCN0053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806950449697827619.post-3886260984477606421</id><published>2009-04-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:22:10.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another unfinished project</title><content type='html'>Wow, way too much time has gone by. How boring of a blogger am I?! Yet, you still follow, and I thank you. All three of you. Muaha.&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing and rhyming a lot in these past few weeks. In my journal, of course. But I came up with this one last night, and I would love some input. It definitely takes form of a song in my head, and hopefully Megan will allow me to steal some of her talent juice to add melody to these words. Ooh, Talent Juice for a band name. No? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in all this guilt&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell truth from lies&lt;br /&gt;Convictions plus emotions can&lt;br /&gt;create a convincing disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but build defenses&lt;br /&gt;With your words attacking at night&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams the battles begin&lt;br /&gt;Awakened, I'm too weak for the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can trip me and make me fall&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be steady on this ground&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, I hear the Call&lt;br /&gt;"With pain, your strength is found"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stand and I will rise&lt;br /&gt;I will bleed and I may cry&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop this fight&lt;br /&gt;I can never stop this fight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806950449697827619-3886260984477606421?l=kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3886260984477606421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-unfinished-project.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3886260984477606421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806950449697827619/posts/default/3886260984477606421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaseysblergblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-unfinished-project.html' title='Another unfinished project'/><author><name>Kasey M. 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