<?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-4539896698491485626</id><updated>2012-01-14T23:51:17.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Imitates Art. Be Art. Do You!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-5420843707776627231</id><published>2012-01-14T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:46:56.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm~</title><summary type='text'>I'm a relationship girl! As busy as my days are; as much stuff that I have going on right now; as many projects that have found their way into my life.....when it's all said and done and the day is over and night draws near....I lay alone. I am alone. I feel alone. Where is he????????????? :) Really? He's gonna get it when he gets here; on so many levels.... LOL!


Visit me at www.AngelaArdis.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/5420843707776627231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2012/01/hmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/5420843707776627231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/5420843707776627231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2012/01/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm~'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-7218249812783472592</id><published>2012-01-09T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:55:13.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you~</title><summary type='text'>Hey you~

You visited me so many months ago and our affair was long, hard and uncompromising. I never loved you but fell victim to all the promises you ever whisperd to me in the dark of night. I laughed at things you showed me...believed you when you told me how much work I could get done with you by my side~ I even believed you when you expressed how relaxed I'd be after you seduced me after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/7218249812783472592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7218249812783472592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7218249812783472592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-you.html' title='Hey you~'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-7346187487873338320</id><published>2011-12-22T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:07:50.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HOLIDAYS</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is definitely my most favorite holiday of them all! I'm always in a good mood and it takes a lot to bring me down~ I fly out tonight to meet the party crew, which is my crazy family, and we're going to have a very very very long night filled with jokes, laughter and spirits! 

There are tons of gifts to wrap and I'm sure that will become part of the evenings festivities! I'm excited for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/7346187487873338320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/12/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7346187487873338320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7346187487873338320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/12/holidays.html' title='THE HOLIDAYS'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-8029723946042799811</id><published>2011-12-19T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:35:35.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO ONE</title><summary type='text'>Over the past 30 days or so, I have appreciated being home with my mom. My perspectives haven't wavered not one bit. I think it's important, that in life, we often spend so much time around people we don't really know and who don't really know us that we tend to loose ourselves inside of ourselves until we are able to reconnect with family. ONLY family knows you from birth to now and even if they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/8029723946042799811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/8029723946042799811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/8029723946042799811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-one.html' title='BACK TO ONE'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-5017017825439750468</id><published>2011-12-17T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:06:43.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BEGINNINGS</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been on here for quite some time but I have vouched to make a larger effort to blog! LOL There has been so many new developments in my life, and in trying to keep up  with everything, I've lost sight on blogging. My bad! 

The past couple of years have been trying in so many ways but I'm FINALLY at a place of peace and understanding. So often in life, things make no sense in "real time"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/5017017825439750468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/5017017825439750468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/5017017825439750468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-beginnings.html' title='NEW BEGINNINGS'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-14821598146192101</id><published>2011-07-15T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T15:10:28.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever ask youself what you're doing? What did I do yesterday? What was I thinking? What am I thinking? What direction do I want to go? What confuses me most is what makes me continuously keep asking myself what? LOL

Visit me at www.AngelaArdis.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/14821598146192101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/07/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/14821598146192101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/14821598146192101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/07/what.html' title='WHAT?'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-5938841666700771050</id><published>2011-07-07T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T13:26:14.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REVELATIONS~</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes revelations come in the most obvious forms from the most non-obvious sources. I am thankful for my revelation today and embrace the knowledge that was given to me in the kindest and most caring way. I breathe in and out and release that which I now know to be truth from which I formed as pure speculation. Right on time, as usual~ Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Visit me at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/5938841666700771050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/07/revelations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/5938841666700771050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/5938841666700771050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/07/revelations.html' title='REVELATIONS~'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-3808883925647680398</id><published>2011-07-06T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:55:20.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIGNMENT</title><summary type='text'>I remember my mother always telling me that there's your plan and then God's plan. I now understand what she meant. No matter what I try to do to make things in my life happen faster, he just won't let it happen until it's time. I now know that there are elements of life working behind the scenes. Nothing will happen until everything is in alignment to the blueprint that is my life. I have faith </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/3808883925647680398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/07/alignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/3808883925647680398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/3808883925647680398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2011/07/alignment.html' title='ALIGNMENT'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-7135319467249283526</id><published>2010-12-13T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:11:50.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project</title><summary type='text'>Just wrapped last night on the movie I was doing and had a really good time. I have to admit that I missed the acting thing. I had someone ask me once if I did but at the time, I truly thought I was done with it all. He definitely knew me better than I knew myself. I give full credit to his insight. I feel rejuvenated and full again...whole even.  Creativity is just a part of who I am and I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/7135319467249283526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/12/project.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7135319467249283526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7135319467249283526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/12/project.html' title='Project'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-8230100429392677703</id><published>2010-12-10T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:40:14.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WRITING</title><summary type='text'>I write often but have come to realize after reading some of my older work that my mind just like my body has to be constantly exercised. Seriously. When I looked back over my work, my mind was deeper; writings more complicated; thoughts seemed to flow without pause. However, lately, road blocks and avalanches have invaded my mind creating obstacles that are taking major time to clear. So from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/8230100429392677703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/12/writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/8230100429392677703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/8230100429392677703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/12/writing.html' title='WRITING'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-7237447324815495834</id><published>2010-07-13T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:08:33.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ORGAN DONATION</title><summary type='text'>I know that the operative word in my title is "DONATION", but shouldn't there be some sort of compensation given to the donors (deceased or alive) who donate their organs?  Hospitals and insurance companies are making millions from these procedures.  I know that the donor should just feel good about the fact that they saved a life.  That's what every article that I've read had to say about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/7237447324815495834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/07/organ-donation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7237447324815495834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7237447324815495834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/07/organ-donation.html' title='ORGAN DONATION'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-4991617486192347741</id><published>2010-07-09T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:45:00.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SWITCHING GEARS</title><summary type='text'>HOW DO YOU MOTIVATE YOURSELF TO FOLLOW YOUR GOALS EVERYDAY AND NOT PROCRASTINATE?

Visit me at www.AngelaArdis.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/4991617486192347741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/07/switching-gears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/4991617486192347741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/4991617486192347741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/07/switching-gears.html' title='SWITCHING GEARS'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-1732158083297812979</id><published>2010-06-24T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:50:49.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMELLING ROSES</title><summary type='text'>
When does life become so chaotic that you pass by the flowers without smelling them? You continuously put REAL friends on hold by not returning calls? You don't visit family as often as you should? What has happened in your life that makes you refuse to put on the brakes or at least your hazard lights? Visit me at www.AngelaArdis.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/1732158083297812979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/06/smelling-roses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/1732158083297812979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/1732158083297812979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/06/smelling-roses.html' title='SMELLING ROSES'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mw8Ib9liu-k/TCOo9ouuxLI/AAAAAAAAABY/3zERyFgVPh4/s72-c/q7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-5388133859878717830</id><published>2010-06-24T11:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:09:22.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNALING</title><summary type='text'>I use to journal all the time and I was so much more relaxed and mentally balanced. I keep so much crap stuck in my head that the vehicle of journaling helped me in ways one could never imagine. How many people out there faithfully journal. I have stacks of day-timers and diaries that could make a pretty interesting book one day (wink) but I began to feel as if I was cheating myself in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/5388133859878717830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/06/journaling.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/5388133859878717830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/5388133859878717830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2010/06/journaling.html' title='JOURNALING'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-7589681681286019469</id><published>2009-06-29T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:19:16.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE YOUR LIFE</title><summary type='text'>It has been a few weeks since my last blog.  However, life continues to amaze me.  We lost Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson on the same day.  I mourn.  I'm surprised.  I'm taken aback and mortified at how fast life comes at you when you expect it and least expect it.  I have spent the last few days reflecting on the silly shit that I have often wasted my time, energy and mind reflecting on, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/7589681681286019469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2009/06/live-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7589681681286019469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/7589681681286019469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2009/06/live-your-life.html' title='LIVE YOUR LIFE'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-9162844699402552834</id><published>2009-06-04T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:08:32.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OPPORTUNITY</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone ever feel as if life's opportunities always seem to bump into others and bypass you?  I used to feel that way until I stared makng moves that benefited me.  I began realizing that for so long my focus was everyone else.  I was a blessing to so many people because of the help I gave so freely but neglected to be a blessing to myself.  If all of my energies were being spent on others, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/9162844699402552834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2009/06/opportunity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/9162844699402552834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/9162844699402552834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2009/06/opportunity.html' title='OPPORTUNITY'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539896698491485626.post-2174762299540301604</id><published>2009-06-03T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:24:52.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What inspires me?</title><summary type='text'>There are so many things that inspire me but nothing specific.  I tend to be a mood person and with that, depending on how I feel will detrmine what inspires me most.  A crisp fall morning, a cup of perfect coffee, a child playing, dogs running or rain.  Ok, I retract my statement because rain definitely inspires me.  Shopping inspires aspects of my brain but not full aspiration.  People in great</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/feeds/2174762299540301604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-inspires-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/2174762299540301604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539896698491485626/posts/default/2174762299540301604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaardis.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-inspires-me.html' title='What inspires me?'/><author><name>Angela Ardis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10771962681718891972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfTSlIbpHag/TxJbNVytsAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ao1QE1y0FYI/s220/14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
