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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>Welcome to my life, my thoughts, opinions, and pictures. I write whenever the mood strikes. This is my life.</description><title>jesstagirl writes</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @jesstagirl)</generator><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>A portrait of Bella</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2hkv4V5oP1qzw46oo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;A portrait of Bella&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/602153754</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/602153754</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 20:18:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>All his bags were packed; he was ready to go. He stood right...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1e1oeLFk41qzw46oo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;All his bags were packed; he was ready to go. He stood right there, beside my door; afraid to wake me up to say goodbye. So he kissed me and and I smiled at him, and I told him that I’d wate for him. We held each other like we’d never let go. ‘Cause he was leaving on a jet plane, not sure when he’ll be back again; oh baby, I hate to let you go.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/545762225</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/545762225</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2010 11:57:49 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>For once, I’m at a loss for words. He may not be leaving...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0tx36kin11qzw46oo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;For once, I’m at a loss for words. He may not be leaving for long, but it will be long enough.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/518825900</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/518825900</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 15:06:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I honestly felt like a model. Trash the Dress session by Lindsay...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0ghumCBrn1qzw46oo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I honestly felt like a model. Trash the Dress session by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://lindsaygrayphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay Gray Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/500623951</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/500623951</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 09:08:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Marriage is not a noun; it’s a verb. It isn’t something you get. It’s something you do. It’s the way..."</title><description>““Marriage is not a noun; it’s a verb. It isn’t something you get. It’s something you do. It’s the way you love your partner every day.”&lt;br/&gt;
― Barbara De Angelis”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.realsimple.com/magazine-more/inside-website/daily-thought/03-30-10-daily-thought-00000000031504/index.html"&gt;Real Simple’s Daily Thought for 3.30.10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/484152066</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/484152066</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 09:15:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>For the past five years I’ve had a Quoatable calendar and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l01yvottby1qzw46oo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past five years I’ve had a &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://quotablecards.com/main.html"&gt;Quoatable calendar&lt;/a&gt; and this is March’s quote. At the moment I relate to this phrase: “If you want to cry, bawl.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My husband is deploying very soon and the thought of not seeing or talking to him every day brings me to tears.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/481989754</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/481989754</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 12:52:36 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo Booth Fun :)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzql9jPsuG1qzw46oo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzql9jPsuG1qzw46oo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzql9jPsuG1qzw46oo3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzql9jPsuG1qzw46oo4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photo Booth Fun :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/467941321</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/467941321</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 09:24:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>This absolutly broke my heart and it’s been all I can...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzj4rjl14a1qzw46oo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This absolutly broke my heart and it’s been all I can think about. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://alittlepinkinaworldofcamo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Read Rachael’s story&lt;/a&gt; and if you ever come across a military wife whose husband is deployed, give her a hug.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/458750226</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/458750226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 08:45:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>New</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m just trying to figure this thing out&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/75463173</link><guid>http://jesstagirl.tumblr.com/post/75463173</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 20:51:27 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
