<?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-8061660426107302709</id><updated>2011-11-25T18:28:57.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time Like The Present</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061660426107302709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T. Nettles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FeAVTNNyZA/TSt52-LQiyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/e9z7xeXl1M8/S220/4022.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061660426107302709.post-5618952801775240191</id><published>2011-10-30T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T18:55:40.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I began my trip down south. I've never been a long-distance driver so for me to do this on my own is a huge leap. Everything is going well so far, I left two hours after my planned departure so I didn't quite make it to my midway point before dark but I am half way to my destination. I should have made sandwiches for the road, so far fast food has been my friend. The hotel is comfortable, nothing special. I'm super tired, going to check in with my peeps and get some shut eye. Changed timezones so at least i have an extra hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061660426107302709-5618952801775240191?l=makingmymove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/feeds/5618952801775240191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-journey-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061660426107302709/posts/default/5618952801775240191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061660426107302709/posts/default/5618952801775240191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-journey-begins.html' title='And the Journey Begins'/><author><name>T. Nettles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FeAVTNNyZA/TSt52-LQiyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/e9z7xeXl1M8/S220/4022.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061660426107302709.post-5957130736233531777</id><published>2011-10-19T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:36:45.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>So today I've just been very annoyed. I try to stay positive&amp;nbsp;amid all the things going on right now but today egh! Sooo here's my day so far. &amp;nbsp;I went over my grandmother's to help with some paper work as soon as I get out the car the guy in the car parked beside me rolls down the window and begins talking to me, he proceeds to get out and come over and introduces his self and asks if I had a bf, well for you sir yes (rather it's true or not), I don't want to be bothered! Alright so he gets lost and I walk in the building and call upstairs from the intercom, my grandmother answers and then everything goes silent...the intercom just stops working...GREAT! So I go back outside in the rain trying not to make eye contact with the guy in the car who has already bugged me and drive around front. Fortunately the buzzer in the front worked so I was able to go in and handle my business. Maybe an hour or so later I leave, when I get to my car I see two cars behind blocking me in. The hoods of the cars are open and one of the vehicles was getting a jump. I get in the car and wait a moment hoping that once the car starts they'd move...no such luck. One car leaves with both guys inside, I tried pulling out but there was not enough room to make it happen. A lady on the ground level came to the patio and informed me that the guy had locked his keys in the car and went to get them...so I wait. I busy myself with Wordfeud, play with my phone and looking around aimlessly trying to remain patient and calm. The guys finally come back and move the vehicle, I leave. I decided to stop at Walgreens because they had a few items in the sales ad that I wanted, well I got to the store and they did not have either of the items, I tried two other Walgreens and neither did they. Soooo annoyed at this point, I just asked for a raincheck and went on home. I get home checked my email and found that a flight I've been looking for was on sale. Then comes my next dilemma.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run....to be continued!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061660426107302709-5957130736233531777?l=makingmymove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/feeds/5957130736233531777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/2011/10/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061660426107302709/posts/default/5957130736233531777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061660426107302709/posts/default/5957130736233531777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/2011/10/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>T. Nettles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FeAVTNNyZA/TSt52-LQiyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/e9z7xeXl1M8/S220/4022.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061660426107302709.post-2035806519311810413</id><published>2011-10-10T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:30:01.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;First let me just say that I haven't blogged in a while so I might be a little rusty. The time that I have talked about for so long is approaching, I'm ready to move. Now don't get me wrong home is home and I love it, but that's only because of my family and friends. The biggest factor is the weather and that I must escape. Deciding where to move has been the tricky part and some people think I'm crazy to move before getting a job but I trust in myself and because of my determination and my will to succeed, I know that I will do well&amp;nbsp;wherever&amp;nbsp;I go. I have so much going on in my head that I may jump from thought to though but I'll try to keep that to a&amp;nbsp;minimum. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A good friend of mines recently moved to a place I hadn't before considered but I think I might go down there to check things out. First off it's warmer, secondly it'll be new and exciting, thirdly I'll know somebody and I always know I can return home if things just don't work out. Wish me luck...I despise packing and moving but I can do it, I will do it and I will be out of Ohio before November!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061660426107302709-2035806519311810413?l=makingmymove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/feeds/2035806519311810413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061660426107302709/posts/default/2035806519311810413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061660426107302709/posts/default/2035806519311810413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingmymove.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time'/><author><name>T. 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