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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>TheEpicDeb</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @epicdeb)</generator><link>http://epicdeb.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>My Mothers Daughter</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh Mom.
Its thatvtime of year again&amp;#8230;Holiday Time. Its this time of yar I find myself thnking most about you. We loved this tme of year. All the cooking, baking, giving&amp;#8230;you thrived on this time of year. How I miss you. You aways made everything so special, so unique. 
The older I get the more I find myself doing the things you use to do. I&amp;#8217;ve larned to crochet, and have a real aptitude for it. It must be all those years watching you. getting together with freds and sharing meals. Baking. I find myself making facial expressions you use to make, or saying things similr to the wa you use to say them. This has ben going on for a while, bt more frequenty recently. It use to depress me&amp;#8230;more than I realized, bt now I just smile and shake my head at myself. I say &amp;#8220;I am my mothers daughter&amp;#8221;. I think about how this is your legacy to me. Your kindness, your creativity, your eyes, and even some of your quirks. This is how you stay with me. This is how you live on. There&amp;#8217;s a peaceful acceptance in that understanding.  As much as I miss you, knowing that pieces of you are always with me makes me miss you a little less in a weird way only you would understand. 
I miss you Mom, and I love you more. Thank you for everything.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://epicdeb.tumblr.com/post/13167922439</link><guid>http://epicdeb.tumblr.com/post/13167922439</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 15:12:42 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Ok, Here I Go...Again...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Alrighty! Let&amp;#8217;s do this! I&amp;#8217;m pumped! I got this&amp;#8230;I think&amp;#8230;. What am I doing!? I&amp;#8217;m in this place again. What makes me think this time will be any different? In all honest, it probably won&amp;#8217;t be&amp;#8230;bt it won&amp;#8217;t be from lack of trying. I am older (if not a littler wiser). I am (slightly) more mature. I have a specificlong term goal, and (what I think are) fair short term goals. I&amp;#8217;m not delusional (I don&amp;#8217;t think&amp;#8230;). I know what I&amp;#8217;m getting into and I know it won&amp;#8217;t happen over night. I&amp;#8217;m learning to lower immediate expectations in favor for more managable ones that might be a little further down the road. I am going to do this though! I have the ability, the resources, and have to mae time a priority, bt I CAN do this. So here I go, on the weight loss train.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Did I forgetto mention I work at a chain restaurant, and want to go to school to become a pastry chef? Yeah&amp;#8230; I can do this!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230;I think&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://epicdeb.tumblr.com/post/11899179293</link><guid>http://epicdeb.tumblr.com/post/11899179293</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 01:56:24 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
