<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post7581975157850531204..comments</id><updated>2007-08-10T14:45:01.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Anchor to my Soul: "Sometimes I think you wished you married Peter Pr...</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7581975157850531204/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html'/><author><name>Kaycei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288896015221320692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post-7714721113887986259</id><published>2007-08-10T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:45:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 27 years old, a Mormon, and single. Sometimes...</title><summary type='text'>I am 27 years old, a Mormon, and single. Sometimes I feel like a failure because I haven't gotten married and started a family and done all those typical things that seem expected of me.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But you know what? I've done a lot of things that I never would have been able to do had I gotten married already. I've seen the world (well, a lot of it), I've gotten involved in the community, I've got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default/7714721113887986259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default/7714721113887986259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html?showComment=1186775100000#c7714721113887986259' title=''/><author><name>princesaplumeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773944493364228625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post-7581975157850531204' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/posts/default/7581975157850531204' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post-8100417163241165620</id><published>2007-02-27T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:44:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leslie,I almost mentioned you in the blog, but dec...</title><summary type='text'>Leslie,&lt;BR/&gt;I almost mentioned you in the blog, but decided to edit that part out.  On the outside, you do have that perfect life.  But you proved a wonderful point - just because it may seem like that great life, doesn't always mean it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default/8100417163241165620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default/8100417163241165620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html?showComment=1172627040000#c8100417163241165620' title=''/><author><name>Kaycei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288896015221320692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17519187700145775209'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post-7581975157850531204' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/posts/default/7581975157850531204' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post-6707950077139664487</id><published>2007-02-27T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:35:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh, i hope you don't see me as molly married to ...</title><summary type='text'>gosh, i hope you don't see me as molly married to peter. yeah, yeah, yeah, we met at BYU and both graduated from there. and i got my teaching degree (BS, by the way, not BA), but then i decided not to use my degree. then i go and get married, and get a job, then get sick of the job, so i quit and let my husband earn all the money while i sat oon my butt. so then i get knocked up and have a baby. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default/6707950077139664487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default/6707950077139664487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html?showComment=1172626500000#c6707950077139664487' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post-7581975157850531204' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/posts/default/7581975157850531204' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post-1215093801913287658</id><published>2007-02-25T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:06:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I only realized what I wanted to do with my degree...</title><summary type='text'>I only realized what I wanted to do with my degree when I was approaching 30. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I never considered being a teacher before. I wasn't ready, it was not for me when I was younger. But with my degree in Languages, there wasn't much work and I ended up working in a call-center! Now, I love being a teacher in training. It's amazing, and I hope you can find your professional path. Soemtimes we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default/1215093801913287658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/7581975157850531204/comments/default/1215093801913287658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html?showComment=1172430360000#c1215093801913287658' title=''/><author><name>FrenchExpat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949655424951155770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://anchortomysoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-think-you-wished-you.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627609524027781893.post-7581975157850531204' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627609524027781893/posts/default/7581975157850531204' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>