<?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-1105982450870723683</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:03:28.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to find my way</title><subtitle type='html'>So here I am. I am 28, in the U.S. Navy working as a photojournalist at Naval Medical Center San Diego. I like martial arts, shooting guns, rugby, and hanging out with my pals. My little sister just moved in with me and that is gonna be interesting to say the least. I am signing my girl up at my gym so she can continue her martial arts training.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~JACOB THE LION~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111170723169151845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si05dLRF0GI/AAAAAAAAADw/2pAxHb2aFqo/S220/245771643525_0_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105982450870723683.post-424857560907180711</id><published>2009-08-24T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:14:09.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/SpL0bWeST-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/gq7-ii_JB-M/s1600-h/moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373626056132677602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/SpL0bWeST-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/gq7-ii_JB-M/s320/moose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved into a bigger house and my little sister Laura moved in with me then bailed while I was at work one day. Nice right? Anyhoo, I had to find Belle a place to live that had a yard for her. She was just too big for my place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much going on recently I haven't had much time to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exit Belle and Laura... enter Moose my tea cup min pin puppy. See his pic above. Cute right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot has been going on that is stressing me out and making it hard to focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hard to focus at work, at the gym, on the guy I like... I know things are going to be alright. I just need to find a roomie to pay her portion of her rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some big decisions to make about my family. I've done nothing but constantly give and give and give to them. I always feel like I care more about them than they care about me. It's a sucky feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I just want to go away and leave everything behind. I got offered orders to Italy, Spain, Singapore and Greece. Awesome right? I also have to decide if I want to stay in the military.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping the guy I like will step it up and maybe give me a reason to stay. I have some time to decide so no rush... 6 months to decide so who knows what will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...I am rambling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1105982450870723683-424857560907180711?l=jakeberenguer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/feeds/424857560907180711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/424857560907180711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/424857560907180711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-going-on.html' title='So much going on'/><author><name>~JACOB THE LION~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111170723169151845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si05dLRF0GI/AAAAAAAAADw/2pAxHb2aFqo/S220/245771643525_0_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/SpL0bWeST-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/gq7-ii_JB-M/s72-c/moose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105982450870723683.post-6061393017806255709</id><published>2009-07-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:40:46.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a tough guy</title><content type='html'>I learned very early on in life that there are bad people in the world and that bad people inevitably do bad things.&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I was never going to be a victim if I could defend myself. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt; to shoot any gun I could get my hands on. I started doing martial arts and caught on really fast. It just felt natural to me.&lt;br /&gt;When that Matthew Shepherd thing happened it made me train harder. Now this Sailor that was killed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt;... it makes me want to hit the gym and get to work to sharpen my skills. For what though, they don't help anyone else. I wish someone would have been there to help that guy. The world is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;naaasty&lt;/span&gt; place. I am glad my sisters do martial arts as well. It makes me feel good to know they can defend themselves. Being military press, I am in a weird spot. I am hearing things about it that I can't talk about but, I think people should hear. I want to try to help this kid still. It sucks that there are things about this case that aren't going to be made public.&lt;br /&gt;I just always thought "that is never going to be me", I wonder if he knew how to defend himself?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could if I was in his position. I know I would try though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1105982450870723683-6061393017806255709?l=jakeberenguer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/feeds/6061393017806255709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-tough-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/6061393017806255709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/6061393017806255709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-tough-guy.html' title='Being a tough guy'/><author><name>~JACOB THE LION~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111170723169151845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si05dLRF0GI/AAAAAAAAADw/2pAxHb2aFqo/S220/245771643525_0_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105982450870723683.post-3608587028505142230</id><published>2009-06-08T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:15:25.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss having a mohawk! So freakin' cute.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si1XN5E_d3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QaWrQCg6bJA/s1600-h/232270708229_0_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345024228930320242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si1XN5E_d3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QaWrQCg6bJA/s400/232270708229_0_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si1XNX1P9SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oL2eaYtcnCY/s1600-h/belle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1105982450870723683-3608587028505142230?l=jakeberenguer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/feeds/3608587028505142230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-having-mohawk-so-freakin-cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/3608587028505142230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/3608587028505142230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-having-mohawk-so-freakin-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>~JACOB THE LION~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111170723169151845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si05dLRF0GI/AAAAAAAAADw/2pAxHb2aFqo/S220/245771643525_0_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si1XN5E_d3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QaWrQCg6bJA/s72-c/232270708229_0_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105982450870723683.post-8700765172709850915</id><published>2009-06-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:25:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New realizations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So, my ex is seeing someone, that was kind of a shock but, I think I took it well and let him know I knew he had a bf. He basically told me to die and to never talk to him again. I honestly believe he did it to help me let go and to give himself a fresh start. I realize he deserves to be happy and I want that for him more than anything...even more than my own happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya know...I deserve to be happy too. That's actually a new realiziation to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I trust myself more and trust God a little more and be patient with getting what I want and agressively persue the things in my life I need to fix then I will be more than ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here goes. *deep breath*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1105982450870723683-8700765172709850915?l=jakeberenguer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/feeds/8700765172709850915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-realizations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/8700765172709850915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/8700765172709850915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-realizations.html' title='New realizations...'/><author><name>~JACOB THE LION~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111170723169151845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si05dLRF0GI/AAAAAAAAADw/2pAxHb2aFqo/S220/245771643525_0_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105982450870723683.post-3168099014924223836</id><published>2009-05-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:15:58.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding that never was</title><content type='html'>I knew from the first time I kissed him that he was the one. We stayed together through two deployments. We were so in love. I came back changed. While I was deployed he said that he had to become detached from me.I understand that. I built a wall and when I came home I couldn't tear it down. I had no idea what was in my future except that he would be part of it. I felt insecure and craved attention...attention he wasn't giving me. I became a flirtatious ass hole. I would shamelessly flirt with other guys. Despite all that, we loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; like crazy. When we were good, we were so good. I planned our wedding because I thought he would ask me and everything would get better. Crazy I know but, I was excited about it. We just had too much to get over and it was mostly me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; a shit head. Still, I asked him to marry me. I thought that would be the grand gesture that would fix everything and smooth over the last rocky two years. I was still sure we loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;....he said no. What brings this up? I am sitting in my office with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of time to think and I am listening to my wedding song play list and going through the wedding plans I made on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theknot&lt;/span&gt;.com for us. I am feeling alone and drowning in self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh, what do I do? I don't want to start from scratch with someone new! We are never going to work. I am kinda lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1105982450870723683-3168099014924223836?l=jakeberenguer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/feeds/3168099014924223836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-that-never-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/3168099014924223836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/3168099014924223836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-that-never-was.html' title='The wedding that never was'/><author><name>~JACOB THE LION~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111170723169151845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si05dLRF0GI/AAAAAAAAADw/2pAxHb2aFqo/S220/245771643525_0_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105982450870723683.post-2655187537179926489</id><published>2009-05-14T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:04:43.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Learning humility~</title><content type='html'>It's no surprise to anyone that I can be kind of a premadonna and that I think very highly of my talents in my job field. Today, my boss decided to teach me some humility and have me clean the smoking area. I had to sweep all the ashes up and clean out the ash trays. I don't smoke! UGH! It was so gross. I can't wait to get out of the military. Well, I may stay in if I get to go back to a ship again. I have completed a few deployments and now, I think I just want to go to school like a normal guy and spend more time with my family, my friends, and my pup Belle.&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty though, that slice of humble pie was good for me. I should be aware of my skills but, I need to remain humble as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1105982450870723683-2655187537179926489?l=jakeberenguer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/feeds/2655187537179926489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/05/learning-humility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/2655187537179926489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105982450870723683/posts/default/2655187537179926489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeberenguer.blogspot.com/2009/05/learning-humility.html' title='~Learning humility~'/><author><name>~JACOB THE LION~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111170723169151845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/Si05dLRF0GI/AAAAAAAAADw/2pAxHb2aFqo/S220/245771643525_0_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105982450870723683.post-5105908810808996084</id><published>2009-05-11T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:40:59.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Jake and love~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/SgjhqHfhGpI/AAAAAAAAADU/wWGxpVHUJSM/s1600-h/layout1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/SgjhdCrmxBI/AAAAAAAAADM/kJp_HeV9hS8/s1600-h/SO_CUTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334761647672574994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__z9xRUSVOlQ/SgjhdCrmxBI/AAAAAAAAADM/kJp_HeV9hS8/s320/SO_CUTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was little, I would watch mushy romantic movies, listen to love songs, and read my moms romance/smut books. I would wonder the whole time when I was going to find that guy. The guy that every one of those love songs was about. I am a giant romantic dork and I still think he is out there. When I find him I am kicking him in the balls for taking so damn long. I am convinced that I have never actually dated anyone. I have dated a bunch but, I am pretty sure that each time it was the devil screwing with me. haha Not that I have been a complete saint either though. There were a few good ones I managed to botch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I close my eyes and kiss that frog! The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I have my amazing friends, my awesome family, and my super pooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tons of people I talk to and am chummy with but, I like having a small tight group of friends that I know really give a damn about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rugby team are all great. It's the three amigos all the way on there. Jay and Robby, my best guys. I can trust them with anything on or off the field. Well, NEVER trust them with your phone unless you want everyone to see your skanky pictures or texts. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the oldest of seven kids. Yeah that's right. Four sisters and two brothers. In order: Me, Matt, Alicia, Monica, Laura, Christina, and Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are really close and they mean the world to me. My parents are always there to be supportive and to give me advice. I am a giant mommas boy. I love her to death. I still call her "mommy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belle! My baby pooch. She is not even five months old. She is a golden retriever / black lab. She is all black and looks like a little bear. She got parvo within a week of me getting her. She put up a hell of a fight so I kept paying the vet bills. She is worth every penny. Matt and Mike (my brothers) both have half lab / golden retrievers of their own. Max and Copper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to me. I am trying to grow as a person. I wanna be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be kinder, stronger, better at my job. I want to get married some day so California needs to fix that fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I start to grow as a person. RIGHT - THIS -SECOND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be better. I will work harder. 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