<?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-1832764756660751518</id><updated>2011-10-11T19:10:21.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random ponderings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-4613460574017259545</id><published>2011-10-09T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:41:24.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never blog. :)</title><content type='html'>I never blog anymore. I really do enjoy the thought of blogging...and I think I really would blog more if I could get on while I was at school. I feel like I'm there all of the time and it might be a nice break for me to get online and blog a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Dustin and I are babysitting Ansley for Matt and Dev. I love this kid. Seriously. Sometimes I think I want a kid, but really what I think I mean is that I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; kid. I love being married and most of the time I love that it is just Dustin and me. He is such a great husband, and I think I just might possibly be the happiest I've ever been in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my 5th grade year is 1/4 over. I seriously love it. I'm made for the upper grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been burdened with the need to memorize scripture. I've been thinking lately how much scripture I already do have memorized and I'm so thankful for sunday school, awanas, PBC, and all of the other venues that encouraged me to memorize scripture. Dustin and I decided to hold each other accountable at memorizing scripture. We're starting with Philippians 3:12-13 to start us off. In light of our moving to camp as full time missionaries, we thought it was appropriate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-29393"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; I don’t mean to say  that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached  perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ  Jesus first possessed me. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-29394"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to looking forward to what lies ahead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-4613460574017259545?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/4613460574017259545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=4613460574017259545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4613460574017259545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4613460574017259545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-never-blog.html' title='I never blog. :)'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-1911479252997507599</id><published>2011-01-12T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:59:53.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow day number three</title><content type='html'>as crazy as it sounds...i'm just not the kind of person who goes stir crazy. i love being home. i don't mind being locked in, and i don't mind the fact that i haven't gone anywhere in 3 days. nor do i feel the need to leave in my little corolla and venture out onto the ice skating rink known as my apartment complex parking lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do, however, hate being alone. after awhile, the buzz of the refrigerator just doesn't keep my company anymore. i can do all the laundry i want, clean the bathrooms, straighten up, make the bed...but it just doesn't have the same effect as having someone here to be with. maybe that's the crazy part. the desire for human interaction is the one thing that is ticking away at my common sense trying to get me to leave the comfort of my wonderful little home. insanity, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the upside, my house is very tidy, my clothes are very clean, and i am very relaxed. i am starting to run out of food though. and toilet paper. now that's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part is--we get monday off too for MLK! :) so far, 2011 is off to a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-1911479252997507599?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/1911479252997507599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=1911479252997507599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/1911479252997507599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/1911479252997507599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day-number-three.html' title='snow day number three'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-3758664424859277778</id><published>2011-01-03T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:26:26.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously? almost an entire year without blogging? tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, this might have been the year that i had the most to say. :) so much has happened in my life since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i am too tired to post too much tonight. so, a simple numbered list will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm thankful for a working computer and wireless internet in my house. the last time that happened i was a full time student at berry college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i am halfway through with first grade. 18 more weeks and i'm back on summer vacation. oh, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my husband is addicted to call of duty, black ops. i hate that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i love my husband. and he helped me get a lot of schoolwork done tonight that i had put off over the break. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. my house is clean and that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. my new year's resolutions: not to eat in the teacher's lounge, to stop eating when i'm full, and to help dustin with his. (lose 40 pounds and read the entire bible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm so content with my life right now. that might be a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i'm so thankful that i'm a good typist. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;until next time!&lt;br /&gt;Leanna Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-3758664424859277778?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/3758664424859277778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=3758664424859277778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/3758664424859277778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/3758664424859277778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2011/01/seriously-almost-entire-year-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-5291411192811547694</id><published>2010-01-09T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:34:10.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>so, i'm learning that if i leave my computer off for about 3 weeks, it actually kinda-semi-works! :) i've been on it for like 3 hours now...and i've been so productive! i uploaded some pictures, i created some ringtones on mobile17.com, and i got to listen to some itunes songs that aren't on my ipod! it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say that i'm so thankful for all of my friends. especially frisbee, becuase without her, i'd be going crazy right now. i'm under direct orders to let my brain rest. at least until monday, and then i can go postal on the chaplain's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to spend some real quality time with trace the other night, and it was fabulous. :) i'm glad she's going to be all healed reeeeal soon. :) also, dustin got to spend some one on one time with brian, and that's something he's wanted for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, dustin wants to move to cartersville? yeah...random, but i told him he could pick wherever he wanted to live...and i could do anything for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so thankful for a snow day on friday! i'm finally feeling better...even though i'm still coughy. i am actually excited and looking forward to next week. not to mention the week after that, because we will have mlk day off. :) buuuuut then it's no breaks until spring break...and everyone will be pushing CRCT crap. oh, well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just wanted to blog really quickly because i thought it would be a nice tribute to wilbur, who seems to be trying to hang in there for the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm super stoked about a girl's night with bek...and wedding dress shopping this saturday!!!!! :) :) :) still can't believe i'm getting married. i know it will be here before i know it, but i can't wait! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-5291411192811547694?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/5291411192811547694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=5291411192811547694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/5291411192811547694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/5291411192811547694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-4050108473172250425</id><published>2009-12-22T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:44:00.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its time</title><content type='html'>ok, so it's past time. i haven't blogged in so long...mostly due to lack of a computer. i need to fix that ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm going to be a total nerd and post it here too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never gets old. i never get tired of saying it. and at the risk of sounding mushy, i can't wait to marry dustin nicholas allen, the love of my life...the man of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end. :) hopefully i'll have a more productive blog coming your way soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-4050108473172250425?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/4050108473172250425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=4050108473172250425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4050108473172250425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4050108473172250425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-time.html' title='its time'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-4828015636727221205</id><published>2009-03-14T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:34:14.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adulthood</title><content type='html'>The more and more I think about it, I don't want to be an adult. Only 18 years of my life is spent being a kid. And now? Assuming I live to be 75, that will be 57 years of my life as an adult. It kind of doesn't seem fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough complaining about that. on to complaining about other things. just like every other year of my life up until now, spring break is approaching. i have always had a spring break, it comes, it goes. unfortunately, no one else has a spring break. :( so, as of right now its looking like i'll be sitting at home all week. by myself. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough complaining all together. i can't wait for it to warm up. i can't wait for it to be full-blown spring (even though it aggrivates my allergies) and then, even better...comes summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, blessed summer vacation. thou art why i chose to be a teacher. ok, so not the only reason, but come on...it has it's motivating factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is having surgery on thursday, which means i'm taking friday off. pray for that to go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='adulthood'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-5363233637804617040</id><published>2009-02-22T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:45:19.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate being unproductive</title><content type='html'>there are so many things in my mind right now that i could be doing. instead, i've spent like the past hour of my life on the couch. not moving. i hate being unproductive. i have just been sitting here thinking. and then when that got old, i decided to turn on my trusty ol' dell and see if today would be the lucky day it would blow up. so far, no incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't describe my life right now. i can't describe my emotions. i can't put them into words. the only thing that i am sure of, is that the only way i am going to make it to the other side of this mountain is by wholly putting my trust in God. i know that sounds so cliche, but it's so true. unless i press on, holding steadfast to the truth, i'm not sure that i would make it to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also thought of why i hesitate so much to blog. it's because we have to blog at school. once a week. yikes. and its so forced. i don't know why i put both of my blogs in the same category, because they are most definitely not. eh, just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this has been so random. welcome to my stream of consciousness for the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-5363233637804617040?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/5363233637804617040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=5363233637804617040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/5363233637804617040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/5363233637804617040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-being-unproductive.html' title='i hate being unproductive'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-5353656166704772141</id><published>2009-02-19T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:34:19.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it happens</title><content type='html'>today was just one of those days. i got up and left dev's at 6. school was just long. salinah and i got into a huge fight. erin got sick all over her desk, her, and partly my arm. (gross) and she peed her pants while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that was fun. then, my uncle david goes nuts-o on my cousin sarah, so she is crying to me, today is margarets birthday, sarah got a puppy, margaret got a fish, and my mom is out of town, so i have to take care of the dogs. that i don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm complaining, and maybe i am. sorry about that. but honestly, today just sucked. even the office was a rerun. so, i'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you on the flip side...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-5353656166704772141?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/5353656166704772141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-1276281678101834322</id><published>2009-01-25T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:25:43.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report Cards are boring...</title><content type='html'>so, what i should really be doing is report cards. but, they are boring. so i got on my computer and found lots of fun things to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, update my ipod (including putting the new HSM3 cd on my ipod) update my GPS, put pictures on my computer, pay some bills, check facebook, check my checking account, and last but not least, my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really looking forward to this week. although it is early release and we get out at 12:10, it's conference week...and i have to meet with all of my kids' parents. it's so hard to be 22 and talk with people that have 10 year old children. they don't like to take me seriously. and honestly, i kind of get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom had an interview with richmond county on friday. it is for a really high up job in the county that would be perfect with her doctorate. honestly, i hope she gets the job. i think it would be exactly what my family needs. my mom would move in with my dad in augusta, it would force them to sell the house (and clean up all the crap) it would force me to move out and get a place of my own, and it would be kind of a clean slate/fresh start for all of us. i don't know what scott would do, but he did get a job...so that's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess i should get back to slaving over the ol' papers. :) i'll update when i have more important stuff to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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boring...'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-4472332379343774191</id><published>2009-01-16T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:29:09.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never thought i could do it, but i did!</title><content type='html'>I took a day off! weird, i know. as i am sitting here at 8:30am, i can't help but think about my kids taking their math test. lame, i know. but i just can't help it! sitting here not sick, with nothing really that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to do, just something that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do...it feels so wrong. like i abandoned them or something. the saddest part is, i couldn't sleep in. i woke up at 5. and then again at 5:30 and then again at 6...then when i finally thought i was asleep for the long haul, my mom comes in freaking out wondering why i'm not up yet. hahaha...oops. guess i forgot to tell her i was taking the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough mopey-ness about my day off. on the upside, i made cinnamon rolls for myself this morning--the cinnabon kind. yum! and i'm going to take a long hot shower and not worry about who has to use the hot water after me, cuz no one's here. :) i'm going to watch regis and kelly at 9, i'm going to pack and be outta here. hopefully by 10:30. aaaaand the best part is there is no school on monday. thank you, dr. king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, not much else is going on. i'm headed to birmingham. looking forward to seeing bekah, not looking forward to the long drive and noisy kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess that's all that's on my mind for now. :) until next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-anyone wanna do anything for spring break? lol...its weird having a vacation all to yourself. how un-fun is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-4472332379343774191?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/4472332379343774191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=4472332379343774191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4472332379343774191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4472332379343774191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-thought-i-could-do-it-but-i-did.html' title='never thought i could do it, but i did!'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-1810752516877877792</id><published>2009-01-11T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:03:25.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its time</title><content type='html'>i think i've had a sufficient hiatus from blogging. although, i'm not sure what i want to blog about at the moment. so, maybe i'll just do one of my famous random lists. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have a packed schedule this week, and i couldn't be more excited about it. monday, dinner with friz. tuesday, dinner with trace, wednesday: hanging out with matt and dev, thursday: dinner at julia's, and friday, i'm heading to birmingham to spend time with bekah and jimmy. i don't know what i'm going to do with myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. there is officially nothing on tv right now. so, i'm watching karate kid II. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my dad is going to start a fire, and upon bringing in wood, he just stepped in doggie poo, and i'm laughing so hard right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i hate boston terriers. remind me never to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i want to live on my own, but thats not going to happen for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i love the wii. even though i suck at most video games (and i'm always reminded by my brother) i still like playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i officially felt old on friday when i played the ultrasonic ringtones for my kids and they laughed at me when i couldn't hear the ones above 17khz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i love tea with milk and honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i love heating pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. fires are sweet. and so are dads who build them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i am trying my hand at making porkchops for dinner if anyone wants to come over and try them. :) scott was going to be here, but he bailed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. i need some new clothes, but i can't make myself go shopping. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. i am still on book 3 of harry potter. its slow going, but i'm determined to be finished with all of them by this time next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess that's about as good as it's going to get toady. nothing deep, nothing philosophical. just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div 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time'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-9092195019294896957</id><published>2008-11-06T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:02:48.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why...but i don't feel like blogging much these days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-9092195019294896957?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-6281494609231989751</id><published>2008-10-21T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:42:49.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing special</title><content type='html'>so, here is a fun fact for all of you readers out there...jonathan sheetz and katie edfeldt are officially dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry...i know you cant tell, but i had to pause for a second to take a laughing break. it gets me every time. i just guess i never saw them together. maybe thats why she never told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...enough about other people, moving on to me:&lt;br /&gt;1. i haven't watched one tree hill in two weeks now, and its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;2. i made a breakthrough on losing weight this morning, and it felt good. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. i love love love my kids. every day i see them, i find something else to love about them.&lt;br /&gt;4. my kids drive me crazy!!!! hahaha...i guarantee you that right when i've got them where i want them, they are going to be moving on to 5th grade. oh well, i guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;5. i made some pretty fetch (that was for you, friz) chicken fettuccine last night. i am awesome.&lt;br /&gt;6. i am ready for my first year of teaching to be over. i hear that it gets easier the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm having lasagna tonight. :) yum.&lt;br /&gt;8. i was trying to read the whole harry potter series again...that started like 3 weeks ago, and i'm only on chapter 6. :/&lt;br /&gt;9. i need to make a dentist appointment. sorry, i know that was random, but i saw the thing sitting here...and it sparked my memory.&lt;br /&gt;10. i miss all of you!!!!! feel free to call or text anytime. i hate getting out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div 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special'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-7592774535040301689</id><published>2008-10-12T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:17:55.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost died today...</title><content type='html'>no really, i almost did. i hate it when people say that and it is an over-exaggeration. it would be hard for me to write out the whole situation, so if you want to hear the whole story, feel free to ask. all i know is that i literally saw my life flash before my eyes in slow motion. i was frozen as i watched a blue and white school bus miss me by about 2 1/2 feet. i thought i was toast. and i couldn't shake a weird feeling for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i started thinking...and you know what? its a good feeling. "I have plans for you, declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you, not to harm you; to give you a hope and a future." I have heard these words my whole life, but today, i really felt the effects of them...and it was kinda cool. i can honestly say that after today at about 1pm, i really honestly and truly believe with  all that i am, that God's not done with me yet. i'm not supposed to die today. i don't know how i didn't, because it was truly a miracle. and that's how i know i still have purpose on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think i'm being morbid. cuz i'm not. just introspective, i guess. on a much lighter note, i got to eat lunch with trace and friz. so far, the highlight of my week. :) and friz and i have a date on wednesday. and i'm getting my hair cut on thursday. and report cards have to be sent home this week. so, really...i'm looking at the most eventful week i've had in ages. :) sometimes, its good to be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i paid off my credit card the other day. it was an amazing feeling. now, i only owe berry college and verizon money each month. it's quite liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at macs last night. the one i want is more than a whole month's paycheck. that is ridiculous. and that's why i'm waiting. i don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;one. i just really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; one. :) oh, and as of today, i'm officially starting to save up for a new(er) car. my goal is to have a new car before the first day of school next year. and i want to pay cash. so, there ya go. now all of the blogger world knows my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is way to long, so i will be going now. off to grade my neverending mountain of papers. and maybe to read harry potter. or the new karen book. :) yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-7592774535040301689?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/7592774535040301689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=7592774535040301689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/7592774535040301689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/7592774535040301689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-almost-died-today.html' title='i almost died today...'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-1838060590607410832</id><published>2008-09-22T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:56:10.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just made a hundred bucks!</title><content type='html'>no, really...i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother scott, my dad and i have been playing "scene it" for the past hour, and i lost...well, i flippantly said "i wish we had disney scene it...cuz i would kick butt in that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, scott started singing "i can show you the world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i responded "shining, shimmering, splendid..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he told me that it was "shining, shimmering, speldor." i told him that he was out of his mind. and he said wanna bet? and i said heck yes! and he said, $100? and i was like, you're on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we googled it, imbd'd it, and watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was right. :) and now i'm a hundred dollars richer. just like that.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that will make him think twice before testing me on a disney question. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: is it sad that the first thing i wanted to do when this happened was blog about it? hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-1838060590607410832?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/1838060590607410832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=1838060590607410832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/1838060590607410832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/1838060590607410832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-made-hundred-bucks.html' title='i just made a hundred bucks!'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-722443806039847637</id><published>2008-09-16T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:27:31.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outta control!!!</title><content type='html'>so, outta control situation number one:&lt;br /&gt;the power was out for an hour and a half this morning. i'd like to see you try to keep 22 9 year olds calm and quiet for an hour and a half in the dark at a public school. ugh. the rest of the day was basically shot after that. good thing it was early release. :) they left at 12:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta control situation number two:&lt;br /&gt;i never seem to update this thing. i hate that. actually, i never get on the computer anymore. partly because i hate my comptuer, partly because i never get on the home computer, and partly because half of me is boycotting any computer until i get a mac. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta control situation number three:&lt;br /&gt;scott and i finally finihsed watching all four seasons of the office. :) aaaaaaaaand now we're starting all over again. with all the deleted scenes and commentaries, of course. you know, just to make sure we didn't miss anything the first time around. and we're looking forward to sept. 25th when season 5 starts on nbc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta control situation number four:&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know how to tell my faithful readers this, but i figured i'd chicken out and tell you on my blog instead of in real life or over the phone. i'm not going to mountain day. please don't freak out, i just basically decided that i didn't want to go. and that i'd be going more for everyone else than for myself. mountain day has never really been my thing anyway...and when an opportunity came up that just happened to be the same weekend, i decided to go with what i wanted to do instead of what i knew everyone else wanted me to do. so, please don't hate me. just have fun without me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta control situation number five:&lt;br /&gt;fourth grade is starting to catch up with me. the "honeymoon" phase is over, and now i'm just in the phase of missing berry and being close to/staying in touch with all of you. so, please don't be a stranger. call or text anytime! i'd like to know what's going on in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-722443806039847637?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/722443806039847637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=722443806039847637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/722443806039847637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/722443806039847637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/09/outta-control.html' title='outta control!!!'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-3871416326854646260</id><published>2008-09-06T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:50:53.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't believe it's  the fifth week of school</title><content type='html'>time flies. i honestly can't remember the past 4 weeks. they have gone by so fast. we have finally started the cleaning process around here. maybe one day i'll be all moved back in to my real room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have a whole lot of fascinating news to report. my life is pretty boring. well, not boring...just predictable. i think i'm ready for mountain day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-3871416326854646260?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/3871416326854646260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=3871416326854646260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/3871416326854646260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/3871416326854646260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-believe-its-fifth-week-of-school.html' title='i can&apos;t believe it&apos;s  the fifth week of school'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-2121927030545079009</id><published>2008-08-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:22:53.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours of sleep feels really good. :)</title><content type='html'>i have  this cool thing about me that when i don't  get enough sleep, i get sick. awesome, i know. well, this past week, i haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep, and now i feel like i'm getting sick. so, i decided to go to bed last night at 10, which was hard to do, cuz i wanted to hang out with my brother. the next thing i knew, it was 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying to figure it out, and i have to be at my school at 6:45 on monday. i am going to have to leave my house around 6ish...(it might start to be later than that, but i don't know how the traffic is going to be yet) and that means i'm going to have to get up around 5. awesome. did i say awesome? i meant awful. oh well, i guess that's the life of a teacher. no social life, lives with her parents, and goes to bed at 9. whoopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not really nervous at all...i am actually looking forward to it. i just can't wait to not be behind. everyone keeps telling me that its never going to happen, that i'll always be behind, but i just need to get organized, and plan like 2 weeks in advance. once that happens, then i will feel more on top of things and be able to function like a normal human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, the olympics started yesterday! i'm so excited! oh, and yesterday felt a little bit like fall. i'm excited about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of feel like this post was a whole lotta nothing...but thats what my life has turned into. one big routine of nothing. the sad reality of it all, is that my future posts will probably still be about school. and my kids. because that is my life. and that is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. :) until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-2121927030545079009?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/2121927030545079009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=2121927030545079009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/2121927030545079009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/2121927030545079009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/08/12-hours-of-sleep-feels-really-good.html' title='12 hours of sleep feels really good. :)'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-91174254330665001</id><published>2008-07-26T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:37:03.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday was an eventful day</title><content type='html'>i totally meant to post yesterday, but time got away from me. it seems to be doing that a lot lately. but, i figured yesterday was a day worth remembering in my blog, so here 'goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i got to go down to the star94 station and be on the radio live with marco, shannon, and mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i finished my teacher training for cobb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my aunt sent me a garmin for graduation, and kind of just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i got my first cobb county paycheck! yesssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. scott officially put in the bid for the house. we will know on monday if we got it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. we got a new washer and dryer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like before i started writing this post that there would be more to talk about. i guess when you look at an eventful day in a numbered list, it doesn't seem that eventful, but it was. :) it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start pre-planning on wednesday, but hopefully i'm going to go to start fixing up my room monday and/or tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-and i invited two non-christians to church tomorrow! i'm pretty excited about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-91174254330665001?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/91174254330665001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=91174254330665001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/91174254330665001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/91174254330665001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-was-eventful-day.html' title='yesterday was an eventful day'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-3923809545968674031</id><published>2008-07-20T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:27:29.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well...they say life comes at you fast. today, i'm feeling that they knew what they were talking about</title><content type='html'>my brother has been looking at HUD homes to buy. for those of you out there who don't know what a HUD home is, it's basically a house that is really cheap because either a) it's in really crappy condition, b) the house was foreclosed on the previous owners, or c) i don't really know a c, but i figured that i should have three reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really want to live in a fixer-upper, but if the price is right, i don't really know how to beat it. we had always said that we wanted something rather small, with a rather small yard, 2-3 bedrooms, at least 2 bathrooms and a basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterday, we came upon &lt;a href="http://www.newbidselect.com/PropertyDetails?p_plum=&amp;amp;p_last_access_time=2008-07-20+17%3A19%3A59.139&amp;amp;p_client_id=3000&amp;amp;p_property_id_list=105-070700%2C105-143893%2C105-003944%2C105-261278%2C105-032936%2C105-155353%2C101-961958%2C&amp;amp;p_reference_num=105-003944&amp;amp;p_index_in_total_count=3&amp;amp;p_num_per_page=10&amp;amp;p_num_total_results=7&amp;amp;p_search_url=%2FSearchResults%3Fp_process_page%3DPSPropertySearchResults%26p_build_page%3DPSPropertySearchResults%26p_search_type%3D1%26p_region_list%3D%26p_state_id%3DGA%26p_county%3D%26p_city%3Dkennesaw%26p_address%3D%26p_price_low%3D50000%26p_price_high%3D125000%26p_bedrooms%3D0%26p_bathrooms%3D0%26p_property_type%3D%26p_program_type%3D0%26p_bidder_type%3D%26p_zipcode%3D%26p_property_status%3D%26p_sort_order%3Dcase%2520when%2520pa.contract_status%2520%2520is%2520null%2520then%2520%25201%2520else%25202%2520end%2Ccity%2Czip%26p_sort_dir%3DASC&amp;amp;p_sort_order=case+when+pa.contract_status++is+null+then++1+else+2+end%2Ccity%2Czip&amp;amp;p_process_page=PSPropertyDetails&amp;amp;p_build_page=PSPropertyDetails&amp;amp;js_changed=&amp;amp;p_form_action=CUSTOM"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;beauty. (you should be proud of me for figuring out how to do that) feel free to take the virtual tour. it only has minor damage, hardwood floors, and a basement to finish...basically, it's exactly what scott and i are looking for. did i mention that it is only a mile away from my school? oh, and friz, i thought of you because the whole neighborhood is gone with the wind themed. all of the roads are like 12 oaks lane, rhett drive, scarlett boulevard, and this one is on ashley way. :) ANYWAY, i can almost guarantee you that this will not be my future house (although, i wouldn't mind.) it all is just happening too fast. but, all things included, we are talking to a financial consultant tomorrow as well as meeting a realtor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate getting my hopes up. cuz i can guarantee this isn't going to go through. i think we are going to put in an $86,000 bid. so, i guess we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-3923809545968674031?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/3923809545968674031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=3923809545968674031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/3923809545968674031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/3923809545968674031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/07/wellthey-say-life-comes-at-you-fast.html' title='well...they say life comes at you fast. today, i&apos;m feeling that they knew what they were talking about'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-5657544721748102314</id><published>2008-07-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:58:03.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this goes out to my two faithful readers...haha</title><content type='html'>so, i was told to post, so here ya go. a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mart was....well, i don't think that there is one word i can use to describe it. it was fun, it was exhausting, it was boring, it was irritating, and it was sleep-depriving. would i do it again? in a heartbeat. don't really know why. next time, i hope bekah can come. mart was just not the same without her. i mean, after all...she's the reason i'm even there. working with frisbee, however was rather delightful. without her, i probably wouldn't have made it. one day soon, i'm going to be the owner of that poinsettia pillow. :) it's my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i was so glad to be home, it was so frustrating to come home to this particular house. day after day i am so ready to move out and not live with my parents anymore. but, i am trying to be patient, because that day will come sooner or later, and i need to save the money that i will be getting very soon. :) YIKES! but, all of my stuff that i brought home from school is STILL in the living room downstairs. i mean, we don't ever use that room, so its not a problem, but i feel like i'm not moved in yet. and, i'm not. so, i talked to scott yesterday and i think we figured out a good plan. he is going to move into the dungeon, i mean basement, and i'm going to move back into my own, blessed, wonderful room.  it's going to be a pain to get all of this settled, but i'm more than ready. so, yesterady scott and i took the plunge into the basement and began cleaning. it's not a very big room, but it has SO much stuff in it, it's ridiculous. so, we got almost halfway done, and he quit. (he's not made for long-term deep cleaning like i am) and so we are going to try and finish it today. THEN, after its clean, we will move all 6 tons of his stuff down two flights of stairs, and i'll begin my move back into my room. it will also help that a lot of that stuff in the living room will be going to school. weird. i can't get over that concept. i will be miss vaughan to 24 fourth graders. and i will be working with a team of 12 other teachers. eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am excited, but so nervous all at the same time. i can't wait. my summer is slowly disappearing. and instead of getting ready to move back to school with all of my friends, i'm getting ready to start a career. it's okay though, because as much as i'm going to miss my life at berry, i'm going to enjoy my new adventures as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this is long enough for my faithful readers out there, and informative enough as well. i love you both. (you know who you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bek, if you are reading this, i can't wait to hear from you! i love reading all about your adventures in romania. and i'm praying for you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-5657544721748102314?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/5657544721748102314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=5657544721748102314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/5657544721748102314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/5657544721748102314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-goes-out-to-my-two-faithful.html' title='this goes out to my two faithful readers...haha'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-6501411533774780377</id><published>2008-05-27T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:31:58.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights</title><content type='html'>so, i just finished watching the season finale of one tree hill. holy moly, why do i love that show so much? i am freaking out right now, and i'm really mad that i have to wait a whole year until i get to see the next episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to continue my journey through the chronicles of narnia. big book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just really content today. and i wanted to blog about it. it doesn't seem like i'm content very often. oh, and i beat devynn in like 4 games of canasta today. that might have something to do with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really looking forward to hanging out with some of my berry friends. i haven't seen any of them since graduation! that is not ok with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-6501411533774780377?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/6501411533774780377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=6501411533774780377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/6501411533774780377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/6501411533774780377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/05/late-nights.html' title='late nights'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-6491895940588256764</id><published>2008-05-24T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:52:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles do happen</title><content type='html'>so, lets recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday night. i'm lying awake in my bed struggling with my life. i can't understand why God isn't allowing things to move faster with my whole "job" situation. that night, around midnight, i emailed Dougals Co. to see if they still had a position avaialble. (they had offered me a job in february, but i turned it down) at 8:30 the next morning, they called me and said, "yes, we are still looking for someone, can you be here at noon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, just like that i had an interview. it lasted TWO hours! and there were so many things i liked about that school, including the fact that Bridgette already works there! but as i was leaving, something just wasn't right. i was offered a fifth grade position there, right off the bat. i was blown away, and didn't expect to have an offer by the time i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it turns out that as i was in the interview, a school from cobb county called me - - Big Shanty Intermediate. they wanted me to come interview the next day for a fourth grade position. sooo, long story short, i did, and i loved the school so much more. my principal called me yesterday to let me know that the job was mine for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, within a mere four days, i went from knowing nothing about my future to having a job in the grade i wanted, in the county i wanted. and one of the best parts is that dev's house is really close by. :) i am just blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and it doesn't end there. my mom called me and told me that my dad had a phone interview with a really good company...and they called him and asked him to come in for a face-to-face interview! so, that is really encouraging. he has that interview on tuesday. how awesome would it be if he got that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, its memorial day weekend, and i'm headed to the lake with bekah and her family. i'm pretty excited. i love going to the lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have for now...until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-6491895940588256764?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/6491895940588256764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=6491895940588256764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/6491895940588256764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/6491895940588256764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/05/miracles-do-happen.html' title='miracles do happen'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-4899323658058318033</id><published>2008-05-18T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:28:06.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being a college graduate isn't all it's cracked up to be</title><content type='html'>well, i'm home. or am i? i mean, my house is still here, my brother is here, my parents are here, but it's going to take awhile for me to feel like this is home. home for the past four years hasn't really been a room, or a building, but it's been my friends. i think feeny said it best when he said that you don't have to be blood to be family. my berry family isn't across the kitchen, or across the hall anymore. i hate that about graduating. aside from that, however, graduation has been one of the milestones in my life that i won't ever forget. my brothers gave me $550 cash (that i still haven't put in the bank yet)...i want a mac SOOOO badly. but sadly enough, i'm no where close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called imran yesterday. i talked to him about possibly getting a job at a starbucks near my house. i don't really want to, but i think i need to now that my dad no longer has a job. and speaking of jobs, i need one of those too. everyday, i get on the cobb co. webiste and look for new postings. when i see one, i email the principal, but by the time they respond, the position has already been filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, basically, if i didn't get to see devynn everyday my life would pretty much suck. so, i guess its a good thing that i have her in my life. :) hahaha. ok, so its really not all that bad. i'm glad scott is home, he kind of balances out the parentals.  alrighty, well, this blog is long enough now, and i've definitely said too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-4899323658058318033?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/4899323658058318033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=4899323658058318033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4899323658058318033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4899323658058318033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-im-home.html' title='being a college graduate isn&apos;t all it&apos;s cracked up to be'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-4181722321681908742</id><published>2008-05-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:22:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is annoying</title><content type='html'>i really don't have time to be blogging, and i think that God might be trying to teach me a lesson, because i have posted two other entries, but because i don't know what the heck i'm doing....they aren't here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. maybe in 8 days, i'll be able to sit down and figure out this whole deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-4181722321681908742?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/4181722321681908742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=4181722321681908742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4181722321681908742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/4181722321681908742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-annoying.html' title='this is annoying'/><author><name>Leanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228358929350005574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEs2prs8r2Y/SBI4qhErwNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-eEC-HoVMk/S220/me+and+dev+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832764756660751518.post-9150831285658497806</id><published>2008-04-25T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:17:34.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well, i guess you could say i jumped on the bandwagon. i really like to blog, and i think it's a good way to keep up with people. as excited as i am about graduation, i am also a little apprehensive about how all my friendships/relationships will play out. so, i guess here goes nothin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832764756660751518-9150831285658497806?l=leannavaughan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/feeds/9150831285658497806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1832764756660751518&amp;postID=9150831285658497806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/9150831285658497806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832764756660751518/posts/default/9150831285658497806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leannavaughan.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-i-guess-you-could-say-i-jumped-on.html' title='my 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