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		<title>They Aren&#8217;t JUST Shoes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2015 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kassidy Everard]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Attitude]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[A pair of shoes can change the world. Some in different ways. Running shoes can win gold. Sandals can transport memories from a favorite destination. Boots can bring out the sass in anyone. Heels can help kick someone&#8217;s ass when the guy at the bar just wont leave you alone. But maybe there is a deeper meaning for what shoes we decide to wear. When I wear heels I feel beautiful. Matched with the right outfit I feel sassy and beautiful all in one. Some people feel sassy and beautiful in a simple pair of sneakers. Whoever said give a girl the right shoes and she will conquer the world was beyond right. If I&#8217;m feeling down, I go shoe shopping.  Not because I&#8217;m a materialistic person, but because somehow buying shoes makes me feel like I get a fresh start. Buying shoes shows me that there is a way to make myself feel beautiful while also making me feel accomplished. Shoes aren&#8217;t just shoes like most people tend to believe. The type of shoe I wear can determine my attitude for the rest of the day. Heels always make me want to go out &#38; dance. They make my heart ache for that perfect dinner with my significant other. Sitting and talking, still getting to know each other. Sometimes they make me want to get up and meet new people, possibly even become more of a social person. Wearing no shoes at all&#8230;you see, this is where the fun comes. This is where It&#8217;s hard for me&#8230; Lately, wearing shoes has been the way to express my feelings. I always wear heels when I am feeling down (and when I am not) where most would choose sneakers or sandals. But I feel that the better I dress, the better I will feel. I cannot even bring myself to wear sneakers to school. Not because I care about the opinions of those around me, but because I honestly feel that the heels I wear make people look at me differently &#8211; more passionately. Like they are actually interested in what I have to say. But when did wearing shoes become such a big deal? The Naked Foot&#8230; Ah, yes. The majestic, adventurous feeling of not wearing shoes. Disgusting? Maybe&#8230; But lets be honest&#8230; you hate wearing shoes just as much as the next person. When I do not have shoes on I feel naked. I feel like a piece of me is exposed that shouldn&#8217;t be. Not wearing shoes is the equivalent to not wearing a shirt for me. My shoes say a lot about who I am &#38; when that right is taken away from me, I feel stripped of any barrier I have put up that says who I am. Not wearing shoes is a guessing game of who I am meant to be. If i wear sneakers, you&#8217;ll expect that I am a runner. If I wear sandals, you&#8217;ll assume I like the beach. If I wear boots, you&#8217;ll assume that I am a southern girl. Well, what if I don&#8217;t wear any shoes at all? You now have no way of knowing about my interests. No way of knowing if I am an under-dresser or an over-dresser. No way of knowing if I enjoy the beach or hiking. No way of knowing anything at all. Because without my shoes on I am naked. But that isn&#8217;t me. I am not a naked soul. My soul is filled with vibrant, exciting, colorful adventures and experiences, My soul is filled with good things and bad things, good people and bad people, good feelings and bad feelings. So asking me what my favorite shoe is probably isn&#8217;t a tricky question because I am complex. I am interesting. I am different. And I know what I want. I am headstrong, but I am also timid. I am stern, but I am also calm. I am lovable, but I am also hated. I am strong, but I am also weak. To me, wearing heels says, &#8220;I am independent, I don&#8217;t need help, I am strong.&#8221; They aren&#8217;t just shoes. They are a symbol of who I am as a person. A symbol of what I can do and what I cannot do. Heels, be simple and sophisticated, are the shoes that represent me as a person. They cover my naked soul, with just enough &#8216;click&#8217; to keep the mystery going. They aren&#8217;t just shoes. Not to me, anyway.]]></description>
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		<title>9 Going on 16&#8230;.What It&#8217;s REALLY Like!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2015 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; My sweet, sweet little girl….yea right!!! Her teachers and other moms always tell me what a sweet girl she is. I just laugh. I laugh, but want to cry. She isn’t like that with me!! What the hell? It is like she is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. One minute, she is sweet and nice to me (usually when she wants something), then when she realizes she isn&#8217;t going to get what she wants, she starts whining and her voice gets high pitch and I have no idea what the hell she is saying. Whatever that sound she makes, it hurts my ears and I just wish she would just go away. Disappear until she returns back to normal. I wish I had some magic powder to sprinkle on her to make her act normal and not so dramatic all the time. &#8220;But WHYYYY can&#8217;t  I go, mom?? WHYYYY?  I just HAAVE to go!&#8221; All of her words have to be drawn out and SO dramatic. The arguing, fighting, screaming, whining, and snotty attitude is draining!! I know you moms out there with girls feel the same way. I did it to my mom (payback is a bitch) and I am sure my daughter’s daughter will do it to her. It is like she has something against me. I know! It is because I am her MOM. I don’t have to do anything, except talk or breathe and she thinks I am wrong.  I am the one who carried you for 9 damn months and went through labor! I am the one that was up with you all those long nights when you were teething. Who do you come to when you are sick or hurt? YOUR MOM. I love how I try and give her advice about friendships or about anything and she continues to tell me how I don’t know what I am talking about. Really, girl?? I don’t know what I am talking about?? You are 9!! You have no idea, NO idea!! But, hey! If I want to know the truth about how I really look, she won’t hold back. She has NO problem telling me when I look fat, old, pale, or when my hair needs to be done. Let’s talk about mornings…. Trying to get her ready for school every single morning, is a struggle. I just LOVE starting my day off by arguing with my 9 year old over what she wants to eat for breakfast or what shoes she wants to wear that day. I just LOVE it…..NOT!! I think she secretly loves to make my life hard. I really think she loves to push my buttons. I have to say, she is brave, really brave, doing that before my coffee in the morning. I don&#8217;t dare take her around that Justice store anymore! I get a headache in that damn place. Glitter, glitter, sparkles, short shorts, crop tops. Sorry, my 9 year old shouldn&#8217;t blind people with her clothes. Plus, the quality of those clothes are horrible. And EVERYTHING is MY fault. Anything bad that happens to her &#8212; is MY fault. She blames ME for when SHE trips on her own shoes in the hallway. “Why didn’t you tell me to pick these up? It is your fault I tripped over them” “Why didn’t you get me up earlier to get ready for school? It is YOUR fault I am late.” MY fault, MY fault…It is ALL my freaking fault! Little BRAT &#8212; I tell ya! I think a demon lives inside her. But, it ONLY comes out when she is really tired or really hungry. Her voice gets really low and her eyes get this evil look. Right away, I know to grab food and make her eat it right away! “Calm the demon, calm the demon!” Basically, I am just screwed. Anything I say or do won’t ever be good enough for my daughter. She will always compare me to other moms and always argue with me. I just have to accept it and wait. Wait until the day she experiences her own life and after she has her own kids. Then, she will realize what I had to go through. And, payback is a bitch! &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>How Winnie The Pooh Changed My Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2015 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sara Brennan]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been watching a lot of The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh lately and there some pretty good &#8220;life lessons&#8221; within the story. You know, like when Piglet gives up his beloved family home to Owl because he doesn&#8217;t want to hurt Eeyore&#8217;s feelings. Or when Rabbit invites Pooh in for lunch, even though he knows Pooh will eat all his honey. And I realized that the more I watched Winnie the Pooh, the more I started to find people in my life who represented those characters. So, who was I? I found myself relating to a lot of them, but when it really came down to it, I couldn&#8217;t really pinpoint just one&#8230; and then it hit me&#8230;Am I Eeyore? Some people might think I&#8217;m crazy for thinking this, but maybe it was true? I started thinking back about some recent conversations I&#8217;d had with people and most of them were rants or complaints. O.M.G! Maybe I AM Eeoyre?!! I guess I did have a tendency to be a realist and being positive and upbeat wasn&#8217;t as much of a priority as it should have been. Or maybe I wasn&#8217;t considering that simply expressing my opinion could really impact someone&#8217;s day in a negative way. I&#8217;ve always been pretty shy, so I think part of a way to &#8220;break the ice&#8221; has always been for me to just rant, bitch, or say something sarcastic to get the conversation going (the awkward silence KILLS me!). Inside, I feel like I&#8217;m very thoughtful and kind, but was I doing a good job at reflecting this to others? It didn&#8217;t appear so&#8230; At that moment (a couple months ago), I made the decision to start being more positive! I vowed that I would no longer be the Eeyore character in life! It took me about a week or two to really &#8220;adjust&#8221; and I&#8217;d catch myself being negative often, but now, I&#8217;m in a much better &#8220;place&#8221; than I was before and I&#8217;m much happier!! Here&#8217;s what I did: I Stopped Being Sarcastic Being sarcastic is basically saying something rude or negative, but in a funny way. It&#8217;s almost never a positive. I Pause Before I Speak If it&#8217;s not positive, I don&#8217;t say it&#8230;&#8220;If you don&#8217;t have anything nice to say, don&#8217;t say anything at all&#8221;. I Remind Myself That Most of My Struggles Are Not-So-Bad Sometimes I used to feel like the world is crashing down on me, and then I&#8217;d realize that it was only something as small as my dog barking at the doorbell while my son was napping. When I started looking at life with a bigger lens, I stated to see that most things weren&#8217;t-so-bad at all. So now, I ask myself, &#8220;Is it going to be something I am still thinking about in a month, or even a year?&#8221; If the answer is no, it&#8217;s probably not that bad. I Find Ways to Recharge Myself I realized that many of the times I&#8217;d want to snap at someone or start an argument had nothing to do with the person on the other end of the conversation and EVERYTHING to do with me (it&#8217;s not you, it&#8217;s me&#8230;seriously!). I realized that I need to take time to de-stress and recharge in a way that works for me so I wasn&#8217;t always on edge! I Measure Life in Shorter Increments of Time I found that if I measured life in smaller intervals, it allowed me to recover and bounce back quicker and easier. I&#8217;d much rather say I had a bad morning, than an entire bad day&#8230;right? &#160; Honestly, once I started down the path of positivity, it has really been quite easy to make the change! Every now and then I catch myself, but it&#8217;s easy to find my way back on track. Everyone has to bitch and rant every once in a while, that&#8217;s part of &#8220;recharging&#8221;, but if you think it&#8217;s something you do on a regular basis&#8230;sit back and reevaluate? Ask yourself, &#8220;Am I Eeyore?&#8221;. If you are, it&#8217;s time for a change my friend, because I hate to say it&#8230;but Eeyore is an ass!]]></description>
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