<?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-9313058.post8623806838418793603..comments</id><updated>2012-01-18T22:31:45.128-05:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Top 5'/><category term='Fashion Friday'/><category term='Tuesday Tell All'/><category term='Digi Scrapping'/><category term='Scrapbooking Fun'/><category term='Wicked Cool Vids'/><category term='2011'/><category term='Craftiness'/><category term='Too Serious for a Blog'/><category term='Random Musings'/><category term='Family Updates'/><category term='Crazy Occurances'/><category term='Emmy Loves Chachi'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Eva&apos;s Art'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='Knitting'/><category term='Home Decorating'/><category term='Sunshine Saturday'/><category term='Guest Bloggers'/><category term='Cool Shtuff'/><category term='Book Reviews'/><category term='project life'/><category term='Photo Fix Friday'/><category term='Adventures In Parenting'/><category term='La Vida LOCAL'/><category term='A to Z Reading Challenge'/><category term='Encyclopedia of Me'/><category term='Nerd Confessions'/><category term='Tips + Tutorials'/><category term='Favorite Photos'/><category term='Movie Reviews'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Photo Sessions'/><category term='because i knew you'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='Sunday Sound-Bites'/><category term='Funny Stuff'/><category term='Delaware'/><category term='Churchy-Wurchy'/><category term='Quote of the Day'/><category term='Hubbs + Wifey'/><category term='Recipes that rock'/><title type='text'>Comments on em-il-ie: no regrets?</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/feeds/8623806838418793603/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11632556732245336780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47tUD-pALBs/T0VDEnoNXCI/AAAAAAAACKw/brr7Zkc-l14/s220/avaDec2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8775631300799035998</id><published>2012-01-18T22:31:45.128-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:31:45.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think people who say that are the same sort of p...</title><content type='html'>I think people who say that are the same sort of people who also say that salad is their favorite food and it is better to have loved and lost--aka they are trying a little too hard to be awesome. I regret stuff on a daily basis. But I also repent just about as often. Life is messy and trying to deny that is just crazy. It&amp;#39;s posts like these that make me love your blog so much even though I don&amp;#39;t know you and I&amp;#39;m not a scrapbooker--you are just so real and sincere.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/8775631300799035998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/8775631300799035998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326943905128#c8775631300799035998' title=''/><author><name>Pretend Fancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037451523386639350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04208059175728987449'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKzw-sY1gFE/TntbMjXL2NI/AAAAAAAAEIE/BKHx-7moeVI/s220/IMG_0112.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1364207512'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-333883356934761623</id><published>2012-01-18T17:57:05.346-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:57:05.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I agree with you in general about this. Everyone h...</title><content type='html'>I agree with you in general about this. Everyone has things that they regret, but dwelling on it only makes life hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret way too much. Some of it is still with me. Some of it isn&amp;#39;t. But I feel like I am a work in progress, so it is all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I regret most at the moment is not being true to myself and not being active in the church for the past 3 years. This is something that is starting to change, slowly, but surely. But it is a big regret.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/333883356934761623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/333883356934761623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326927425346#c333883356934761623' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644863267962605537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1BpbWPInAX8/R5gRX8mdH0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/OXLr92Qjjb4/S220/wedding22.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1730599176'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8502735329605176820</id><published>2012-01-18T16:12:32.081-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:12:32.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to spend a lot of time regretting that I di...</title><content type='html'>I used to spend a lot of time regretting that I dind&amp;#39;t get my undergrad degree from BYU, but something happened last year that made me realize that was kind of a dumb regret.  (Go Lobos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that I was immature and self-centered for far too long and I didn&amp;#39;t properly acknowledge all the great people that had reached out to me when I was younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally I regret that I did anything mean when I knew better   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But honestly, if I really, truly knew better, I&amp;#39;d like to believe I would have done better.  And that&amp;#39;s what I think people mean about not regretting anything.)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/8502735329605176820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/8502735329605176820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326921152081#c8502735329605176820' title=''/><author><name>Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284728802862136420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1022865505'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-5296522945431123168</id><published>2012-01-18T15:29:14.503-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:29:14.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh gosh. I have lots of regrets. Letting the boys ...</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. I have lots of regrets. Letting the boys I dated before I got married be in control of everything. Saying I love you when I didn&amp;#39;t mean it. Not talking to my boss about what was going on at work (and then getting fired because of it). Not going on a mission. Lots and lots of parenting mistakes. Buying our condo in Clearfield instead of renting. Not going to state my senior year of high school. The list could go on and on and on.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/5296522945431123168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/5296522945431123168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326918554503#c5296522945431123168' title=''/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015713105597907545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-356055310'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-7991113900542222872</id><published>2012-01-18T12:01:03.184-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:01:03.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe the saying should be: I have regrets but I&amp;#...</title><content type='html'>Maybe the saying should be: I have regrets but I&amp;#39;m trying to learn from them.  Because it is untrue that you have no regrets, but sometimes I pretend like I don&amp;#39;t because I&amp;#39;m trying to use those experiences to become better.  It doesn&amp;#39;t mean I don&amp;#39;t wish I got it right the first time (or second, or third, or fiftieth), but that I&amp;#39;m trying not to dwell on it and drag myself down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the regrets I try to learn from are not having enough patience with my children or playing with them more.  Not taking better care of my body.  Not reading scriptures or saying prayers as often as I should.  Not being as grateful for my husband as he deserves.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/7991113900542222872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/7991113900542222872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326906063184#c7991113900542222872' title=''/><author><name>stevie kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339452724991161183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YRGPV31ULk/Tte61-bafRI/AAAAAAAAGy4/ZuiRiflhE7w/s220/avi.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1316501325'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8144142057062156156</id><published>2012-01-18T12:00:55.896-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:00:55.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets..I think it&amp;#39;s ok to have regret, but i...</title><content type='html'>Regrets..I think it&amp;#39;s ok to have regret, but it&amp;#39;s not ok to dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret NOT speaking up when I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: ) kristy</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/8144142057062156156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/8144142057062156156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326906055896#c8144142057062156156' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1482430680'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-1555551413641434503</id><published>2012-01-18T11:56:37.859-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:56:37.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy. How much time do you have?

My biggest reg...</title><content type='html'>Oh boy. How much time do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest regret: &lt;br /&gt;.... not being patient enough with my kids. This is my biggest regret, although it makes me feel a little better that I now have 3 awesome young adults. But it still eats me up.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/1555551413641434503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/1555551413641434503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326905797859#c1555551413641434503' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594444894859008696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2Pf7-8yKXk/TZzHr8oVqpI/AAAAAAAAIt0/bPOFUfML0VI/s220/IMG_7546.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-812502704'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-2681481189695920510</id><published>2012-01-18T09:46:03.103-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:46:03.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I regret not seeing my worth earlier.

I regret an...</title><content type='html'>I regret not seeing my worth earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret an extremely abusive marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not protecting my children and self from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret the excuses I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not taking control of my life earlier.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/2681481189695920510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/2681481189695920510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326897963103#c2681481189695920510' title=''/><author><name>Lauralee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03344008591769076736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_40WnV7FdZOw/SIIaoXh4sqI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6sgiiYpgq38/S220/us+060.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-524917881'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-6689604816852455273</id><published>2012-01-18T01:27:40.806-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:27:40.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i agree! i can&amp;#39;t stand when people say that.

...</title><content type='html'>i agree! i can&amp;#39;t stand when people say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret not being more confident when i was younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret dating a certain guy in high school. he was such a loser and all he ever did was make me feel bad about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret that i ever stopped running. when i use to run i was so fit and now when i run i just feel fat-- which puts me in quite a quandary since i don&amp;#39;t want to feel fat but in order to not feel fat i really should run more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret every time i&amp;#39;ve made my kids feel anything other than loved because my family is the reason i live and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret holding onto hurt feelings and not forgiving sooner.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/6689604816852455273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/8623806838418793603/comments/default/6689604816852455273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html?showComment=1326868060806#c6689604816852455273' title=''/><author><name>lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09881526034457517352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAhe-89wOdM/TTe-aYo4YTI/AAAAAAAAASk/1ODzK-cwjxI/s1600-R/5371442355_9f980a14b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.em-il-ie.com/2012/01/no-regrets.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9313058.post-8623806838418793603' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9313058/posts/default/8623806838418793603' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1928567189'/></entry></feed>
