<?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-1178594515301270396</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:35:33.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Voice</title><subtitle type='html'>All you will find here is real stuff that happens in the life of a real person.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-6417757891156244908</id><published>2009-06-28T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:33:49.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>So, I have fifty million things on my mind. I can't think straight because I have things on my mind all day. I try to do my school work, but I have too much in my head. I wish there was like a switch I could flip to turn off my entire thought process except what I need to do the task at hand. I am very tired right now. I have had a trying day today. There are things I wish I could change that I can't. Oh well. I guess everything happens for a reason. We'll see how this crazy life turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-6417757891156244908?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6417757891156244908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/6417757891156244908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/6417757891156244908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-1460504046901284829</id><published>2009-06-14T23:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:31:41.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I just got back from a Rascal Flatts concert, and I have to say that it was pretty awesome. I hadn't been to a concert in such a long time that I had actually forgotten how much fun they are. Now all I need to do is go to a hockey game. I don't know if Laura would go with me though. Hmmm... We shall see. I hope someone would go with me because I would really like to go see one. Who knows, I have to see when and where people are playing first. How exciting. Maybe I will go see one soon, but I don;t even think they are still playing. :( Poor me. Maybe next season. Fun fun. I love hockey. It is such an exciting game to watch! The fights are pretty awesome too. Well, so good time at the concert and maybe a hockey game in my near future. That's it for the night. I'm really sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-1460504046901284829?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1460504046901284829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-just-got-back-from-rascal-flatts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/1460504046901284829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/1460504046901284829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-just-got-back-from-rascal-flatts.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-7960674444350017559</id><published>2009-04-26T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:20:14.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&amp;amp;pageId=96138" target="_blank"&gt;http://worldnetdaily.com/&lt;wbr&gt;index.php?fa=PAGE.view&amp;amp;pageId=&lt;wbr&gt;96138&lt;/a&gt; Thank you to my Dad for sending me this disgusting article. I mean seriously, can people really be so blind? Give me a freakin break. To anyone who thinks that Obama is their Messiah, I pitty you when you die. You will burn in hell for all eternity. I will die and go to heaven with the real God and look down at you at laugh. Ok, that's not true, but you know what I mean. I just hope that all of you really think about what you are doing and saying. I have faith in this country. I believe that if people will open their eyes to what is really happening, they will see the real troble we are in. This country was founded on beliefs that we must all holf true to and keep alive in our hearts. That said, I pity anyone who believes a single word that comes out of that awful man's mouth. He is a liar, a fraud, and pretty damned close to the anti-christ. There is a biblical reference for you! If you want to make him something having to do with Jesus Christ, that's as close as you can really get. My husband will be oing to Iraq very soon. I just hope that Obama does not do anything drastic that gets my husband killed. He may think that he is God, but I will continue to worship MY God, the REAL God. You worship whoever you want. Good luck with that, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-7960674444350017559?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7960674444350017559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpworldnetdaily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/7960674444350017559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/7960674444350017559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpworldnetdaily.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-3157499163323216080</id><published>2009-04-12T20:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:18:59.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired of my husband's family. They think they know everything and have such nerve as to say everything they think we need to change. Their lives are so messed up, but they don't focus on fixing their marriages or their financial problems, OH NO! That would be too easy! They have to know everything, but then they want to criticize every little detail of my life. Who the hell are they to tell me how to live my life? Doug are I are doing the best we know how to make our lives happy. I can't say the same to them. Elizabeth, for example, is so eager to tell me that I should be going to school and working because she does it. What she fails to mention is that she has people at her house constantly who clean and take care of her house. She doesn't even do her own freakin laundry! Give me a break!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-3157499163323216080?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3157499163323216080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-so-tired-of-my-husbands-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/3157499163323216080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/3157499163323216080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-so-tired-of-my-husbands-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-6538071949380841096</id><published>2009-04-07T20:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:43:55.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fights</title><content type='html'>So, me and Doug got into a fight. It seems like we have been at each others throats for a few days now. He is just being so dang sensitive. Anything I say, he thinks I'm biting his head off. Yesterday he asked me to do something, I couldn't hear him over the sound of the washer, so I yelled "what?" Then he is like never mind. I didn't understand why he wouldn't just tell me, so I kept asking him what did he want me to do so I could do it for him. Then he tells me that he wanted something but I bit his head off, so never mind. I don't get it. He's acting like he is PMSing or something. If I don't say every word with a cherry coating, he gets so upset. He says that I am being rude, but I don't see it. I think he is just blowing things out of proportion. He is being so touchy. I don't understand. Maybe there is something else going on that I don't know about, but I don't know. UH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-6538071949380841096?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6538071949380841096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/fights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/6538071949380841096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/6538071949380841096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/fights.html' title='Fights'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-1343144644367554402</id><published>2009-04-02T16:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:29:00.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Today my back and I are not getting along. I have been sitting in front of the computer all day, and apparently my posture has not been too hot. So, now my upper back is KILLING me! I am hungry and tired, and I want to eat but I can't because we are going to dinner in a little bit. How pathetic! I wish we had something hat I could munch and be satisfied now but still hungry later. Unfortunately, I don't. Anything I can eat like that is extremely fattening. Like cookies, bunuelos, or candy. Maybe I will make myself a hot dog. That's not so bad. But, then what if I am not hungry later. Plus, I am getting really self-conscious about my weight. I saw a picture of myself and I swear every day i look more like my mother. She isn't the thinnest person in the world, and in this photo I looked very large. I need to start watching that. I haven't been gaining weight, but I think I have been gaining inches. If I could handle not eating, I would so go anerexic, but my body won't let me not eat. In fact, I'm feeling kind of weak right now just because I haven't eaten real food today, just a bunch of garbage. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-1343144644367554402?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1343144644367554402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/ouch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/1343144644367554402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/1343144644367554402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-4289977256788691379</id><published>2009-01-28T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:24:40.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Alone</title><content type='html'>I find it almost amusing how people can feel things that don't really make sense. Right now, my husband is away training in California with the Army. He has not even been gone for a month, but I miss him terribly. As I sit in our home, I feel as though I am not myself. I mean, I always knew that I missed him when he was gone, and that he brought the best out of me. I'm always a little cranky when he's not with me. =) But I never realized how I actually feel like a piece of me is missing. I feel like even though I act like myself, mostly, and do all the same things I would do if he were home, I do not feel the same. Sometimes, I feel like a totally different person. For example, usually with my school work, I try everything I can to get as close to perfect a grade as possible. The other day, I had to do some reading, and I just could not get into it. I knew I had to do it in order to understand my assignment, but I really didn't care. I just sat there, half reading and half just totally lost in space. I couldn't focus, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything. I guess when they say someone is your better half, they really mean it because I really do feel as though half of me is missing. My good half, my happy half. I wonder if he feels the same....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-4289977256788691379?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4289977256788691379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/4289977256788691379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/4289977256788691379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-alone.html' title='Time Alone'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-6447520794317117166</id><published>2009-01-18T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:35:02.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I honestly do not know why people have to make things so complicated. I mean, life happens. Everything in life happens for a reason, and whether that reason is right there at that moment or not, we need to just except that in the end, everything turns out the way it is supposed to. I can look back on my life and think of lots of times when I asked myself, "Why is this happening to me?", but now I know. I would not be who or where I am today without the trials that I have had in my life. Sometimes things can seem so impossible, but God is watching. He has not abandoned us, no matter how bad things may look. Just have faith, and know that in the end, everything turns out the way it was supposed to. Like the saying, "The best things in life are free," we need to just see watch God throws at us, and appreciate the experience. Believe it or not, everyone always looks back and says that they wouldn't change a thing, no matter how messed up their lives might have been. I know I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-6447520794317117166?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6447520794317117166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/6447520794317117166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/6447520794317117166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-7427889793806263862</id><published>2009-01-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:11:13.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how refreshing it can be to clean when change comes into your life. Ever since I first move in with my husband, Doug, his mother has lived with us. They were living together, then Doug asked me to move in. That was back summer of 2005. Here we are January 2009 and his mother has decided to move out. Now, don't get me wrong, she was a nice lady, for a while. Once my husband joined the army and we moved to El Paso, all she had done was bring negativity and awkwardness into this house. My husband and I, both got tired of her bitterness and were going to ask her to move back in with his sister, but we didn't know how to ask her. Then, God sent an angel, and she decided on her own to move out. YAY! So now Doug and I live in El Paso together, alone for the first time ever. By the way, we were married June of 2007. Now I get to do whatever I want with the house because I don't have someone looking at me like everything I say is stupid evertime I want to change something. Today, I rearranged the living room. The last time I did that it was such a pain cause every time I asked, "Well, what if I put it here," I got a look like that is a stupid idea. It was very fun to say the least. Today I did it, I love it, and I feel refreshed. Change can be good. Our home feels so much lighter and happier now that all that negative energy is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-7427889793806263862?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7427889793806263862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/7427889793806263862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/7427889793806263862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-8920055002192922574</id><published>2009-01-12T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:45:28.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls</title><content type='html'>It's funny how when watching a movie as ridiculous as "Mean Girls," it seems like the things they do are so over-exaggerated. But really, they aren't. I went to the mall today and got so many dirty looks for absolutely no reason. I wasn't dressed weird or anything. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. And I don't mean like one of those girls who needs to buy shirts two sizes bigger than what they are actually wearing. I mean, I was dressed COMPLETELY normal. But, a lot of the girls there were looking at me really nasty. I don't get why girls think that they have to do things like that. It's really ridiculous! For all the girls out there that think their shit don't stink, get a life. There is absolutely no reason to look at someone you don't even know like you wish they were dead. It's childish. Get over yourself, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-8920055002192922574?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8920055002192922574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/mean-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/8920055002192922574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/8920055002192922574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/mean-girls.html' title='Mean Girls'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-6151183671223678011</id><published>2009-01-10T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:17:06.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on "Chicken Fried"</title><content type='html'>So, there is this new song out right now that it called Chicken Fried. It's about all the little things that we can enjoy as Americans, having the freedoms that we have. The funny thing is, that it's just a song, but it's so true! I mean if you think about other countries and how restricted their people are, it really makes you feel good to be living in America. I mean, I got to marry the man that I love not just some guy that my parents thought I would be good with. I get to eat whatever I want. I get to worship MY God. I pray on my time, not at noon or whatever when everyone bows down in the street. If I don't like the president (or the president elect, in my case) I can say so. I can say whatever I want about him. My husband and I can have as many children as we want, or not have any. But, that's OUR choice! I know people always talk about how we are losing more and more freedoms every day. And I agree, we are not holding true to the laws that have been set down that protect us. But we do still have a lot of freedoms that a lot of other people can only dream of. My Dad is studying to be a preacher and my mother is a banker. But, that doesn't mean I have to do either. I am free to follow my own path. What I am trying to say is that it seems like we no longer appreciate the sacrifices that others have made on our behalf. Many years ago, lots of honorable people gave their lives so that we can have what we have today. Who cares if you are black or white or purple? We are all Americans! We need to ALL fight for what we believe in. Anyone can sit on the sidelines and say, "Oh yeah, looks like this country is going to hell." But it takes a true hero to stand up and do something about it. I am giving up my husband so that one day if we want children, those children can grow up in a land where they have freedom and opportunities. What are you doing? Think about it. For those of you who are standing up and fighting, or those of you that have made sacrifices for this country, thank you. You don't hear that enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-6151183671223678011?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6151183671223678011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-on-chicken-fried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/6151183671223678011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/6151183671223678011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-on-chicken-fried.html' title='Thoughts on &quot;Chicken Fried&quot;'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178594515301270396.post-626397204782729960</id><published>2009-01-09T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:35:05.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hi, everyone. Well, this is my first blog, and I just want to say that I am going to try to tell everything straight as it is. I have my good days and my bad days just like anyone else. So, some of my postings may be more like rantings, and I will apologize in advance for that. Sometimes I just feel like I see other people living lives that are so fake, and I wish I could just say something to make a difference. Well, here is my attempt at that. I'm not going to pretend to be some super genius by bombarding you with big, complicated words. I just want to tell it how it is no matter how ridiculous it may sound. So, thanks for reading, and I hope to keep it interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178594515301270396-626397204782729960?l=chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/feeds/626397204782729960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/626397204782729960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178594515301270396/posts/default/626397204782729960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-onevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17717167497770621747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDBO670XAHA/SWgmI6zjS5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/w6bQx7DvB0w/S220/iphone+087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
