<?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-1532453758576611173</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:56:24.806-08:00</updated><category term='economy'/><category term='women'/><category term='theory'/><category term='codependency'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='savings'/><category term='finance'/><category term='money matters'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>A Tangled Web</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1532453758576611173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bethany Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579393435482571443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSelikBXVeQ/SXZ5CdquEDI/AAAAAAAAABk/sFuRrE-k_WM/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></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-1532453758576611173.post-7387531348646006869</id><published>2009-01-29T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:52:20.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this turns into MY problem?!</title><content type='html'>I am one with many theories and thoughts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My motto is this.  . if you have problems with certain people, that is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; business. Do not EXPECT me to pick sides and stay with you and DITCH someone because of your drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, there are two explanations why this is not always so. As follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If this person royally screwed you over, and through your circumstance with that person I see how horrid untrustworthy betrayer of a friend that person is, I would naturally separate myself from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If I know that person through you, and you and I were friends before this person was ever in the picture and I am basically cool with them only because of you,  my loyalty lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL THIS CHANGES THOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....if we are talking about boyfriends and girlfriends.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is a whole other blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1532453758576611173-7387531348646006869?l=bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7387531348646006869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-this-is-my-problem-because.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1532453758576611173/posts/default/7387531348646006869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1532453758576611173/posts/default/7387531348646006869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-this-is-my-problem-because.html' title='And this turns into MY problem?!'/><author><name>Bethany Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579393435482571443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSelikBXVeQ/SXZ5CdquEDI/AAAAAAAAABk/sFuRrE-k_WM/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532453758576611173.post-4060710873000702296</id><published>2009-01-22T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:51:28.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='codependency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Rant. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lyndlhall.com/prototypecodependency/images/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://lyndlhall.com/prototypecodependency/images/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self esteem is the esteem of your friggin SELF!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do we have all these codependent psycho females that don't know how to act with guys? Like, what they think about themselves is based on what the fellas think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, before I start, I will admit that I do have estrogen in me, therefore I do also feel down when the oh so perfect guy isn't head over heels for me....and do just so happen to become flattered when I have the attention of ....for the sake of the blog, let's call men.."him".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But "he" does not define me, or ruin and/or make my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;POINT #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think females give "him" too much credit. Like how often do we say, "oh I don't care about HIM. He is corny anyway." . . . yet repeat it 500 times. Obviously he is on our mind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or....even better......we "don't care about HIM" yet if we find out he's located where we are about to be located, be it at a party, lounge, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR CHURCH SERVICE&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go...or even a step further and get all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOLLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up with the high heels and raise our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hand a little higher &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;when we see him looking our way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We give them AUTHORITY of our choices as to where we are going to be, who we talk to, what we talk about and our thoughts....yet we "don't care"...THINK ABOUT IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know someone is agreeing with me right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;POINT #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a theory that there is something wrong with people that EVERYONE likes, or people that want EVERYONE to like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example: You are Type A, someone who is totally opposite of you is type B, and someone who is totally different from Type A and Type B will be Type C.....so on and so-forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here comes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Type Z. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how is it that people Type A through Y..all different...like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Type Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Type Z must be 34234 people in 1. I don't want to say fake, but let's just say...it's likely in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;POINT 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Females that always need a man around. The female that can't even fathom being single. (Who's name just popped in you head? Cause everyone knows one.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is interesting to me,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I think every woman deserves a good man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I don't think every woman deserves a good man, and than another good man, and then a not so good man, and then another okay man, and another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Chris Crocker once said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Codependency is not in style and never will be in style"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So why do these women always need a man for, what are they doing for you that you can't do for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I as well have those moments when I just wish I could call the person that knows me the most and accepts me for me and bla bla bla bla....I'm 19. . . and I already know that you come by that maybe once in your entire life! I have a long way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know this...who wants to be with someone who always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be with someone? .&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;.or date someone where the happiness relies on them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1532453758576611173-4060710873000702296?l=bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4060710873000702296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-esteem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1532453758576611173/posts/default/4060710873000702296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1532453758576611173/posts/default/4060710873000702296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-esteem.html' title='A Rant. . .'/><author><name>Bethany Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579393435482571443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSelikBXVeQ/SXZ5CdquEDI/AAAAAAAAABk/sFuRrE-k_WM/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532453758576611173.post-5801157885401163096</id><published>2009-01-20T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:37:13.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Savings Accounts? What's that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.acf-fr.org/i/08-01-17_money8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 420px;" src="http://www.acf-fr.org/i/08-01-17_money8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, is it me, or is a savings accounts as unheard of as a sold out DTH concert??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember being 16 calling WaMu's corporate office to be allowed to open a savings and checkings account as long as my parents would co-sign on the account because I was not 18.  I was so eager to make my own money and save it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything now is this nick-nack, or this designer, or this new Mac product. Seriously? Think out the box people!  How about...this house? this car? this vacation spot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so frustrating to be young and have the world at my fingertips yet can't find anyone to go on vacation with my age or get an apartment or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was recently unemployed for I would say two months, and honestly, I was so happy that I did not have to ask my parents for a thing because I had a savings account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember telling a good friend, "I want a man with an apartment, a car, a steady job. . . .etc." And his reply was simply this..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"How do you expect all this, yet you have none of it? Why don't you get it for yourself, that way you don't search for it in someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like fire to oil. Ever since then I have been on the move. 19 year old from Ridgewood, a place where Mandee's and Joyce Leslie is the place to shop, with a license (soon car in the summer), great job, and a semester left till I get my associates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I say this, before you try to find a relationship. . find a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before you judge a guy by the car he drives. . . get a license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Song Playing: Independent Woman - Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1532453758576611173-5801157885401163096?l=bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5801157885401163096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/2009/01/savings-accounts-whats-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1532453758576611173/posts/default/5801157885401163096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1532453758576611173/posts/default/5801157885401163096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyacevedo.blogspot.com/2009/01/savings-accounts-whats-that.html' title='Savings Accounts? 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