tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85245160769265353112024-02-07T14:59:13.357-08:00Those Days, TooShannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-8493497500195608252011-11-03T11:24:00.000-07:002011-11-03T11:24:08.109-07:00When things feel like they are on the edge of falling apart, all I can do it tell myself that nothing is permanent. I find it a little bit hard to take control when I cannot find the controls. It's not so bad; I miss my friend. We are not meant to live alone. I recently learned that human infants will die if they are never touched. It blew my mind. So I learned more about babies and our innate needs. Always searching for answers, reasons, some fucking explanation. Why is my friend sad? And why am I? So I learned about happiness, and turns out most of us aren't happy. I guess it's no surprise when you open your eyes or ears.<br />
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Learning is no substitute for you.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-5985792281979091252009-12-27T20:07:00.000-08:002009-12-27T20:17:40.535-08:00i believe...that we all have far more than we deserve. <div><br /></div><div>time to stop taking it all for granted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dear Life,</div><div>I love you, I do not deserve all that you have given me. Still, I will graciously accept it. I have every intention to spend the remainder of you trying to give back, to earn the rewards I already possess. Intentions mean nothing, of course. Saying and doing are so different. But maybe writing this down, publishing this to the wide open internet, maybe this will be enough to remind me (at least from time to time) that there is so much good. Cheesy. Cheesier than the cheesy bread that gave me heartburn 10 minutes ago. Whatever. Life, here is a list of the wonderful things you have given to me:</div><div>-family (jujubee included)</div><div>-lungs</div><div>-great boobs</div><div>-amazing friends</div><div>-an amazing man whom I adore</div><div>-empathy</div><div>-"some times I wouldn't trade for the world."</div><div><br /></div><div>i could go on, but most things can be lumped into those categories.</div><div><br /></div><div>So Life, I thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Shannon</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-30546685144333373962009-11-23T12:39:00.001-08:002009-11-23T12:59:58.155-08:00It is in finding the answer... or in knowing that there is an answer to be found? What makes you intuitive? What makes you aware? Is it recognizing the questions... is it having all of the answers? Is it neither... is it acceptance? Is it both being able to identify the questions and knowing the answers?<br /><br />Radical Acceptance. What a strange concept. Radical Acceptance. Human interaction is a complicated thing. It so often gets chalked up to "drama" caused by "jealousy," and "insecurity." I feel like there is more to it than that. What is it? Is it our inability to face and cope with change? Becoming so comfortable with the way things are that when something new is thrown into the mix we all go bat-shit crazy. I don't know. You probably don't know either. So is that it then, is just acknowledging it making me wiser? Or am I really just a dumb ass because I can't find the answer.<br /><br />I feel like everything is coming together at the same time it is falling apart. Maybe this is the definition of transition? I feel OK with change. Change doesn't mean you lose anything... just that you are gaining things. I am not sure I want any answers. I just want to be right here, right now and I am.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-29436313595060701142009-11-15T09:26:00.000-08:002009-11-15T09:30:16.973-08:00A-ha, it's a riddle!It is what binds us together. The threads of the fabric. The fabric that is everything human.<br /><br />It is that one thing that connects everything, it is the reason that things "happen for a reason."<br /><br />It is the answers, all of the answers. <br /><br />What is it?Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-90755784707408757682009-10-17T17:00:00.000-07:002009-10-17T17:02:09.321-07:00Giant Explosions on Oversized TVsThat is what is happening in this room right now. Weird. A taxi just flipped upside down. I am not sure why I feel the need to comment on this, but I think the significance will find me at some point. Anyway. Work done, drive home, wild things, stealing things, I have high hopes for a good night.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-7239186391120441092009-10-11T10:29:00.000-07:002009-10-11T10:34:50.699-07:00Sometimes I wish I could be everything that we all know I am not. Sometimes this is enough. Ups and downs and in betweens.<br /><br />Compassion. Human Connection. Empathy. How do we really get there? True equality, judgement-free. It will never matter what I have done, what they have done, what you have done, what we have done. Never. It just is. <br /><br />Our "personality flaws" come from experiences, that is what I like to think. Nothing and no one is pure, not once you've left the womb. So who are any of us to judge what is "right" and "wrong" or "legal" and "illegal?" Or even better yet, who are we to define "beautiful" and "ugly?"Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-23701339429591047162009-09-19T08:24:00.000-07:002009-09-19T08:35:46.180-07:00I have spent the past three hours watching ways the earth will eventually be destroyed on the history channel. There was a 30 minute break for some giant, man-eating, fresh water fish. Comforting. <br /><br />Now I am starting to believe that Yellowstone Park is going to go up in hot, liquid, firey lava and burning goo in 2012. That is how Quetzocaotl will return. In a fit of molten glory. This is just one more reason to get that RV by June. I want to see Yellowstone before it is blown up by the inner fury of the earth.<br /><br />Say what you want, but no one really knows. I read a friend's blog this morning. She wrote about death; losing another friend. Invincible we are not. I do not want to spend my days working, slaving, sulking, not seeing all there is to see... I have no idea how many days are left. For me, for you, for us all. <br /><br />It is not that I am in a bad mood, and I am by no means trying to be morbid. I just really want to have the fullest "human experience." At 23 I already feel like I have one foot in the grave. Maybe it is worth arguing, but I have had mortality thrown in my face.<br /><br />There is so much more out there... what am I still doing here?Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-32780711177758029242009-09-04T17:36:00.001-07:002009-09-04T17:41:38.822-07:00Enough is enough...Things always seem to fall together when you expect them to the least. That being said, nothing seems to be working out these days.<br /><br />I have resorted to way too much chocolate, way too little protein, and way too much booze. So this is life. Meh.<br /><br />I have been sulking in loneliness and self-pity, which is all-around ridiculous. The fact is that on a good day I am a babe and on a bad day, well at least my mirror stays in one piece. Things could be worse. I am constantly surrounded by beautiful people who I love and who love me. In all reality... things have been worse. So what the hell?<br /><br />I think I just need a dildo. Or a heated blanket. Or both.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-38189264295357423722009-08-21T11:54:00.000-07:002009-08-21T11:56:38.342-07:0040 Days of Sobriety.Julie decided she was going to go on a 40 day sobriety kick after the two of us had a bit too much fun while PJ Bond was here. So, needless to say, I have joined her. One day down. Non-alcoholic fun times are being sought out, if you have any suggestions you know where to find me.<br /><br />At the bottom of a bottle of rum. <br /><br />But seriously, this may be harder than I think.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-38587945326972666222009-08-15T15:43:00.001-07:002009-08-15T15:43:28.756-07:00It just might be time to move...Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-40182012693645866732009-07-24T14:31:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:36:11.328-07:00Been in a little bit of a funk this week, I suppose it happens to the best of us and I have chosen to blame PMS.<br /><br />Wednesday was interesting, I may or may not have lost my cool and told off everyone in the clinic. I proceeded to make the three hour drive home in a fit of rage. It worked and they listened. Can't make everyone happy all of the time and if it takes meanness to defend yourself then so be it.<br /><br />Anyway, I am hoping to be home on the 30th for good. It is very much necessary and needed at this point.<br /><br />Beardfest tomorrow, put your smiles on.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-71024664404601256112009-07-10T14:16:00.001-07:002009-07-10T14:22:02.770-07:00I guess it has been a little while. As for me, life is good. I have been real life journal-ing, writing some random nonsensical free-form poetry, painting a lot, and have rediscovered my passion for charcoal and pastels. On top of it all I have an hour a day dedicated to meditation.<br /><br />A clear mind, a stable body; brittle bones gaining strength, brain gaining power. <br /><br />They set me free for 4 days and I am so very grateful. I have worked so hard over the past three weeks, I have dug so many graves. 1 day down, 4 to go. No complaints. A show last night, the lake all day. The sunburn on my shoulders reminds me of the better days. It is reminding me that the better days are back.<br /><br />Where I am now is a place I never thought I'd see and I've given up on all of my giving in.<br /><br />I have established a self-declaration of independence, freedom, free-will. UNITY without CONTROL. I am learning that striving for freedom is only enslaving yourself to the concept and an idealistic future that may never come. Freedom has been here all along, I just needed 23 years and extensive psychotherapy to figure that out.<br /><br />Tonight, we rock hard. And tomorrow. And Sunday. Monday it is back to treatment, back to reality, back to learning. But for now I can embrace all that I have achieved and hold the ones I love closer than I ever have before. This Is Real.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-63476730570558274702009-06-06T18:11:00.000-07:002009-06-06T18:15:02.174-07:00Power struggle. Internal. Entirely internal.<br />Inherited, internal, power struggle.<br />I am so completely (like, oh my god) over crying all of the fucking time.<br /><br />So I am taking my fists, raising them high, and breaking through every part of this shit fest that has been holding me back. <br /><br />Just another small scale revolution for the little ones.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-35069266183929561542009-05-25T13:06:00.000-07:002009-05-25T13:31:30.515-07:00Here it is.Things are pretty good lately. The sunshine just seems to bring better attitudes. It would seem that spring opens up a lot more than just the natural wonders, more than the natural rebirth of the world around us. In fact, we all seem to be opening ourselves up. Showing those truest of colors that have been hidden beneath months of binge drinking and hiding out. No longer wrapped in blankets, we have survived yet another winter. Unfortunately, however, some of these colors are not as beautiful as I had thought. I suppose that every color is vibrant when all you have seen is black and white for months upon months.<br /><br />So what it comes down to is that true friends will have concerns without any selfish and underlying motivation. The rest of the world can just fuck itself.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-26283464433992431922009-05-23T18:33:00.000-07:002009-05-23T18:35:12.556-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8h0ZgPb_8HXGVU3i5TBvrfzbSiJ2idzbWROV2o7EshLle2NBIK7lsP5LwoSMiQlcwfZyWveHUz7nAmfwHCUJN_3LSPO6s_d72NZBNuq85t4YDnM1ghf6qfNWCIt0pZBZ4X0rCOeVtkb71/s1600-h/ahnest+flyer.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339197838217518546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8h0ZgPb_8HXGVU3i5TBvrfzbSiJ2idzbWROV2o7EshLle2NBIK7lsP5LwoSMiQlcwfZyWveHUz7nAmfwHCUJN_3LSPO6s_d72NZBNuq85t4YDnM1ghf6qfNWCIt0pZBZ4X0rCOeVtkb71/s320/ahnest+flyer.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hey All!!! The few of you out there... you should really try to make it out to this show. It is going to be a great time. Clearly I spent hours on the flyer.</div><div> </div><div>Doors at 7pm, Show starts at 8 sharp!</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/novemberlies/ahnestflyer.jpg"></a> </div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-25981367314413990102009-05-12T14:55:00.000-07:002009-05-12T14:58:20.902-07:00So, anyone know when things start getting better? Misery is the result of our dispositions and not our circumstances, right Martha? However, circumstantially speaking, fuck that jazz.<br /><br />And so, I am taking off for a few days or more. Who knows what the next month will bring... but I feel changes coming and soon. Big changes. <br /><br />For now, I think I am disconnecting myself. Phone off. Internet off. Self-exploration on.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-58354040403643915382009-05-08T16:39:00.000-07:002009-05-08T16:40:13.419-07:00It's about time things were worth more than the goddamn money.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-21492874123171472142009-05-02T12:36:00.000-07:002009-05-02T12:55:47.251-07:00The Greatness: Making it Through<a href="http://www.opheliasplace.org/images/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px" alt="" src="http://www.opheliasplace.org/images/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Coping. Please don't take this away. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The above image is a photo of the "cafe" where I will be spending a great deal of time over the next few weeks, months, years, who knows. So alone I sat, after gathering up the last 2 ounces of courage left in me. MaryEllen, with a smile so warm and welcoming I cannot stop myself from crying, says, "Is that my little one? I am so glad to see you. I am so happy you came back." I imagine her riding her new Harley Davidson down backroads in the summertime. Still, you can see the battles she has faced. They are burned into her eyes. She gives me a hug, and with her arm around me we walk into the back room. A room filled with couches, recliners, blankets, and women of all ages. Some looking down, some talking to each other, some knitting, some reading. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>The cafe is full. Not all of them will be in the group, some just come for the peace and serenity of this safe haven. Popcorn is cooking in the microwave. The coffee is on. Jodie is beautiful. Jodie has long grey hair, it is pulled back. It is shinier than any hair I've seen before. She is beautiful. She is an LMSW. She is what I want to be when I "grow up." She is fighting the battle too. Nancy reaches me the most. Nancy reminds me of my mother and she talks of her mother. Nancy laughs at herself for talking to much and apologizes to us. I wish that my mom would do this with me. I wish she were here with me, she needs this just as much as I do. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>We are asked to think of a goal. I am the last to say my goal. My goal? Wasn't this my goal? What is left? I draw a blank. I tell Jodie that I have no more goals, it has been a big week. I tell her that I will make it all worth the fight, quoting my dear friends. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Slowly they file out. Lori stops me. She asks how I am. She is kind and compassionate. She is beautiful. She is fighting the battle too.</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-43040947253810786152009-04-29T08:42:00.000-07:002009-04-29T08:49:11.891-07:00Crumbling NecropolisTwenty minutes, the sun is out and I can hear sirens.<br />Lately I have been thinking a lot about brutality.<br />I watched a young boy with a skateboard as he was thrown into the side of a cop car.<br />Two pigs shoving hooves into his knee caps.<br />Search and Seizure.<br />They threw his skateboard into the street.<br /><br />It was hard not to stop.<br />Sometimes it is hard not to scream.<br /><br />Selfishly, I drove on trying to forget what I had just seen.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-18508557781475503072009-04-11T19:18:00.000-07:002009-04-11T19:36:15.517-07:00'Notha Day, 'Notha DollaI am so tired. Still, I cannot fall asleep. So I am rambling. Reflecting, maybe, is a more appropriate word. <br /><br />I find myself daydreaming about nights when I felt the same, with the exception of having enough energy to walk the dark streets until dawn. Still, it is hard to get up and out. It is easy to accept that I need to be laying low for a while, but I have been doing the opposite. Professional advice ignored, lectures from loved ones thrown aside. Taking breaks is not in my nature, I feel guilty but refreshed. This day has been a welcome change. 1 out of 6 ain't bad. Not for me, at least. I am an amateur letter-downer, I'll have the art mastered soon enough.<br /><br />Back to work tomorrow.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-62113444227350771992009-04-07T13:57:00.000-07:002009-04-07T14:04:03.073-07:00Things happen so quickly, I sometimes forget where I was headed at all. Things pile up, slowing down now is impossible but forced. So here I am, sitting. Alone. Finally bored with video games. Waiting to take some muscle relaxants and call it a night.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-23192481905378803532009-03-28T14:35:00.000-07:002009-03-28T14:43:32.876-07:00Watermelon.Head under water. Toes just above the coral reef. I feel stagnant, dangling. Driving, I know where I am. I see the curves in the road. I am aware of what is happening. I feel so disconnected. Weightless, like I am floating and watching from another world. Aware that I am completely unaware. Alive but without a single sense left. Is this the average early-twenties? I try to explain to friends. They remember feeling this way once upon a time, so is said. Comforted that I have support, scared to death of losing that support. Completely independently co-dependent. <br /><br />C# G.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-88467680427276009822009-03-21T17:38:00.000-07:002009-03-21T19:11:57.283-07:00Dear Hometown,Dear Sister,<br />I have confided in you, you laughed at me.<br />Dear Brother,<br />You have listened, but never respond.<br />Dear Mother,<br />I am afraid of your criticism.<br />Dear Father,<br />I cannot speak to you.<br /><br />I love you, but it is time for some change. It is time for me to stay away. I miss you everyday, but I would miss this more. So whether or not I will ever be able to tell you, I will never be moving "home." Western New York has little left for me.<br /><br />Feeling whole, complete, refreshed, recharged. Feeling empty, alone, exhausted. Day in and day out I blame it on something. I blamed commercialism on Jesus at Christmas time. My co-worker told me I was the grinchiest person she knew. She laughs and tells me I am a rotten wench. I laugh too, because sometimes it is true.<br /><br />I have been thinking more and more about things. An old friend's harsh words run through my mind on a daily basis. Judgmental and cruel, they were true and cut deep. But guilt is something I cannot be bothered with, and maybe that makes me selfish. We all do what we can to get by. I hope that in the coming months I can be a better friend, lover, family member. I will be a better advocate, I will stand for things. For now, I need to throw remorse to the dogs and wait it out.<br /><br />It will all balance out sooner or later.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-4561186177033464852009-03-13T22:28:00.000-07:002009-03-13T22:47:54.329-07:00To lose your only tie to humanity is, I would imagine, like losing your good arm. I need the arm back. The new arms are just fine, I love the new arms. I still miss the old one though. Nothing can replace the old one.<br /><br />This is how a coward admits they were wrong. This is how the foolish say they miss you. This is how I function. Just robotic enough to post things on the internet, text-based. A series of zeros and ones. I'll never open my mouth, never speak a word. It is all here, in ones and zeros.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524516076926535311.post-61830631225449176942009-03-09T19:00:00.000-07:002009-03-09T19:25:41.881-07:00What Home is to Me (In Pictures)<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQY59oHxJUBrXcokCAvDiOYdQr3njXQE9O-Z7SDF_WGNC6zzujvCG7H2oNkEDBThqagtCjfmjXNdgadqtCJPluRwszrWJXZrcIkM5YPSyI1JM6zKG2-LhtpjA36S6ySiF8t-PTrn7jhk1/s1600-h/we+just+do.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311377576850025746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQY59oHxJUBrXcokCAvDiOYdQr3njXQE9O-Z7SDF_WGNC6zzujvCG7H2oNkEDBThqagtCjfmjXNdgadqtCJPluRwszrWJXZrcIkM5YPSyI1JM6zKG2-LhtpjA36S6ySiF8t-PTrn7jhk1/s400/we+just+do.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Amazing Fucking Friends.<br />Brass Monkeys.<br />Mudsliding.<br />Showering.<br />Together.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center">These Kids. All of Them.</div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311374943280195570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnAyMbUDjvy_aXKuLs9D4fSjioDcfiBEPJcppdzj2RUq3-wZsskfJAMur1g806guPVcOLZkyFYbOF0Na7tIQpbfQd2hpm-sH_5V47pM37Qqhi2ugkebk94d8nWNwibnnFJcB8hu-px4Nx/s400/heroes.jpg" border="0" /> Together.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3U_fyNqmNaYHYHOIOAah9eB30U5yOW2JwQW1doLq8J1i2ref14hx4pFx0RYXgHBfWvBuNXJHU7ik-4xx9rhs-asWcYxM4yLxzdrsVBZiE7ytZoxFX__cbTiinoctbvm7hm6wpOcBqbsE/s1600-h/van.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311377191570375474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3U_fyNqmNaYHYHOIOAah9eB30U5yOW2JwQW1doLq8J1i2ref14hx4pFx0RYXgHBfWvBuNXJHU7ik-4xx9rhs-asWcYxM4yLxzdrsVBZiE7ytZoxFX__cbTiinoctbvm7hm6wpOcBqbsE/s400/van.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"> </p><p align="right">Livin' in a van..<br />Out of a Car.<br />Together.</p>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183557999314158571noreply@blogger.com1